Hey Mom!

Guess who’s now an apprentice in the mystic arts of Pawsburg? It’s me, Maizy! Turns out I’m not just adorable; I’m also the chosen one to control elements with a magical collar from The Doggy Depot. So when you see me gazing at the moon, I’m likely off saving mystical worlds! And don’t worry, I’m still your lovey-dovey furball by day. Adventures, here I come!

Love, Maizy (aka your magical pup)

A bright moon hung low over the horizon, casting the tiny, rhythmic ripples of Basenji Bay into glistening silver echoes. The scene felt almost ordinary until, right on cue, paw-shaped blips of light started glowing from the golden sands of Diamond Doberman Dunes, spelling out a name: Maizy. That’s me, by the way. Perpetual charmer, runner of meadows, and, as you’ll soon find out, Pawsburg’s newest apprentice in the mystic arts.

But let’s backtrack. Mom had finally gone to sleep after a long day of “productive” Zoom meetings. I wiggled through the doggy door, cocked my head up to the moon, and transported myself directly to Pawsburg. Gizmo, the Pomeranian with more energy than a toddler on a sugar binge, and Winston, the epitome of Beagle chill, met me at Pawprint Pizzeria.

“Maizy!” Gizmo barked, nearly toppling over his pepperoni slice. “You heard the news?”

“Hopefully, it’s not another rumor about runaway tennis balls,” I quipped, turning my attention to Winston who was, predictably, napping until fresh mozzarella wafted past his nose.

“The news is, they’re calling on you,” Winston yawned, his calm demeanor never faltering, not even with the ominous statement.

“Me? For what?”

“Only for the greatest adventure of all time,” Gizmo interjected with fervor.

Winston nodded. “The Canine Council wants you to learn the mystic arts. The artifacts at The Doggy Depot have chosen you, Maizy.”

Now, this was big. The Doggy Depot was not just a shop; it was a repository of ancient doggy artifacts. Some said Cleopatra’s greyhound shopped there. Others claimed noble knights’ mastiffs dropped by for enchanted whistles. I took a deep breath, calculating my odds while still aiming to maintain my oh-so-cool façade.

“Lead the way,” I said, playing it cool while my mind raced like a squeaky rubber chicken on catnip.

Upon entering The Doggy Depot, the ambiance was a blend of ‘old library’ meets ‘wizard’s den’. Odd potions and relics filled the air with an aroma somewhere between aged leather and freshly baked biscuits. Just then, an ancient collie named Elder Ruffles shuffled forward.

“Welcome, Maizy,” he intoned, “Follow me.”

I shot Winston and Gizmo a quick glance. “You two coming?”

“Nah, this seems more of a ‘chosen one’ kind of deal,” Gizmo replied, his eyes flitting to the sausage rolls behind the counter.

I trailed Elder Ruffles to the back, where he held up an ornate collar with a paw-shaped pendant dangling from it. “This collar bestows the powers to control elements. However, it chooses its wearer.” As if on cue, the pendant glowed bright blue upon my touch, as if recognizing my… adventuring soul.

“Seriously, open sesame?” I mused, as blue my eyes reflected the magic now infused within me.

Elder Ruffles briefly cracked a wry smile. “Your curiosity and affection for all living things has marked you worthy. The council will guide you, but heed this: magic is as much about heart as it is about spells.”

I took my first lesson seriously. Summoning the elements felt as natural as running through the meadows at sunrise, minus the aftertaste of grass. By dawn, I could control wind, earth, and water with the ease of batting around my beloved plush squirrel (ear missing, of course).

Heading back to Earth, I found myself dreaming of the exciting challenges ahead. By day, I’d still be Maizy, the adorably affectionate Toy Australian Shepherd. But by night, I was Maizy, the heroic fur-mage blessed with newfound powers, ready to protect Pawsburg from mystical threats and corgi-induced shenanigans.

Next time you see me cock my head to the moon, just know I might be saving a mystical universe before breakfast. Not all heroes wear capes; some wear enchanting collars with grilled chicken slices, and a dab of peanut butter on the side.

Now, if only I could do something about that broccoli.

The End.