Hey Mom! 🐾 Just rocked the stage as Janet in Spencerville’s Howlerween Spectacular – complete with a rain dance I owned like a champ. Turns out, facing the storm (literally!) leads to triumph & treats! The town’s still howling with applause. Who knew bath time could lead to fame? 🌟🚿 Hugs & tail wags, Chlobo 🐶💗✨

Oh, honey, grab your popcorn and hold onto your leashes, ’cause I’m about to spill the kibble on the night that put the ‘howl’ in ‘Howlerween’ right here in our paws-itively picturesque Spencerville.

So, there I was, Chloe, just your average diva Pug with a seasoning of grey, lounging in my cozy nook of Spencerville. I knew the ins and outs of this place like nobody’s business: from the chic doggy couture at The Snooty Snout Boutique to the last crumbs of heavenly Doggy Donuts. Now, everyone knew about my loyalty – I’m like your ultimate sidekick, but only if you’ve got roasted turkey in your pocket.

Then bam! I got word about this Doggy Horror Picture Show. And let me tell you, my little tail nubbin did the happy wag-dance. It was a spooky musical us furballs were putting on, and, being the bold and brave soul I am, I leapt at the chance. Picture this: a glitzy marquee, or the doggo equivalent, lighting up the alley by Bark ‘n’ Roll, and it was barely dusk.

The script? A hoot and a half, filled with tail-raising antics you’d expect from a pack of theatre-loving pooches. The part I was to play was thrilling. Picture a canine Janet, lost and adventurous, stumbling upon a haunted mansion. Spooky stuff, right?

We rehearsed like mad dogs. I had this scene with the town’s renowned Great Dane, Dr. Frank-N-Furter. We were talking Rottweiler-sized platform heels on this big boy – a sight to send shivers up your spine and then some.

Now, I have to tell you, I detest baths more than that vet who thinks poking me with needles is a way to win my affection. So, when I heard my big musical number involved a simulated rain shower, I nearly backed out. Can you believe it? Me, Chloe, the fiercest tug-of-war champ this side of the Dalmatian Desert, spooked by a little water.

But showtime came, and with the spirit of a true Spencerville superstar, I faced my fears. The crowd woofed and cheered as we danced and howled into the faux moonlight. Dr. Frank-N-Furter’s solo had everyone rolling over in laughter – or maybe it was just the sight of his big old paws trying to hit those high notes.

And then, the moment of truth: as the water sprinkled down, I couldn’t help but own it. Singing (in barks), spinning, doing the pug twist – the audience lapped it up. I even saw a tear in a Bulldog’s eye. Why? Because in Spencerville, even our fears turn into standing ovations. We push boundaries, be they horror, musicals, or rain—’cause that’s what legends do.

After the curtains closed and the last howls died down, my Spencerville friends and family crowded around, barking praise. As for the baths, let’s just say I’m still on the fence, but at least now I know I can brave a storm on stage.

So, that’s my horror story, sweet as a turkey leg sotto voce, from the dog with more spark than a firecracker. If this night taught me anything, it’s that facing your fears can lead to the most tail-wagging fun – and that, my furry friends, is the beauty of Spenceville’s endless adventure.

The End.