Hey Mom! It’s me, Piper. While you were binge-watching “Barking Bad,” I snuck off to Pawsburg again. Had the best night ever! I entered the “Top Dog Model” contest at Pointer Pier, strutted my Blue Merle coat, and even made friends with a Dalmatian named Spot. And guess what? I won! 🏆 Bella the Greyhound tripped and fell into spaghetti—it was legendary. Can’t wait to share more adventures with you!

Stay pawsome,
Piper 🐾

Oh hi! It’s me, Piper. Don’t let my stunning Blue Merle coat distract you—I’m more than just a pretty face. I may be an oversized Sheltie, but I fit in paw-fectly with the glamorous flair of Pawsburg. You know, the magical dog town we sneak off to when you humans are busy doing… whatever it is you do all day.

The other night, while Mom dozed off on the couch after one too many episodes of “Barking Bad,” I made a beeline for my secret gateway to Pawsburg. With a flick of my tail, I was there. Let’s just say, things were about to get… fashionably fun.

My first stop? The Wagging Tail Bookstore, where every fashionable pup browses for the latest trends in woof-wear and paw-lish. And guess what? There’s a “Top Dog Model” contest happening at Pointer Pier. Could this be my breakthrough in the dog fashion world? I mean, look at me. *Obviously.*

But wait, who could forget my favorite accessory? I dashed home quickly, grabbed my Tough no filling floppy fox toy, and rolled back into Pawsburg like a Diva on wheels. I knew my toy would bring an edge to the competition.

When I strutted down Akita Alley, eyes turned my way. I even heard a Poodle whisper, “Who’s that new tail-wagger in town?” That’s right, darlings. It’s Piper, ready to take the dog-fashion scene by storm.

At Pointer Pier, the competition was fierce! My biggest rival was a sleek Italian Greyhound named Bella. Rumor had it she never rolled in the grass or fetched a stick in her life. Ridiculous, I know. But gosh, her sparkling collar did make her stand out.

As the contest began, I pranced down the runway, my dazzling coat shimmering under the moonlight. I even did a pirouette, showcasing my floppy fox friend as the ultimate fashion statement. Oh, and a little tip: Curiosity always excites the crowd! I caught Bella rolling her eyes, but there’s always that one jealous pup, right?

The judges—an ancient, wise Bloodhound named Rex and a sassy young Beagle named Bella Donna—looked impressed, if I do say so myself. After our catwalk, we all headed to Poodle’s Pasta for dinner. Pawsburg’s social events are as glamorous as the dogs themselves.

Over tails and tongues, I chatted with a Dalmatian named Spot. Yes, real original. But hey, he made me laugh with his joke about chasing his own spots. Instant friends! I told him how I loathe baths and celery (pick your nightmare). He confessed he once slipped soap into his owner’s shoe to delay bathtime. Ooh, a fellow rebel!

The night was winding down, but not without a dramatic twist! Guess what? Bella tripped on her ridiculously long collar and fell right into a dish of Spaniel Spaghetti. Her dazzling collar? Covered in marinara. The judges declared me, Piper, the ultimate Top Dog Model!

Winning was fun, but making friends like Spot? Absolutely bark-tastic. As the night wrapped up, Spot and I made a pact: He’d teach me ways to outsmart bathtime, I’d help him with dog-fashion tips. We are an unstoppable duo.

Back on Earth, as Mom started stirring on the couch, I slipped back beside her, my tail thumping with the thrill of my latest adventure. Another escapade, another story for the ages. Can’t wait for the next one! Until then, I’ll be gnawing on my Tough no filling floppy fox, dreaming of Pawsburg.

Stay pawsome!
Piper

The End.