Hey Mom! Today I slipped through the portal behind the couch into Pawsburg (again!). Bruno, Lulu, and I discovered the ancient Canine Codex of Magic and learned how to fetch toys with a spell! Rounded off the day with grilled chicken strips at Retriever’s Restaurant. Back home now, keeping my arcane adventures a secret 😉 Woof!

~ Littles

Oh, dear, where do I even begin with today’s adventure? I suppose it all started after my mom left for work. I felt the familiar tug of Pawsburg calling me. With a wag of my tail and a flutter of excitement in my heart, I slipped through the mystical portal behind the couch—Pawsburg’s secret entrance. Must be postmarked in pure happiness, given how cheerful the town always felt.

First stop, Ruby Rottweiler Ridge. Ah, Ruby Rottweiler Ridge! The way it glowed in the morning sunlight was truly something. You’d think the rocks themselves were wagging in delight. I was greeted by Bruno, his stumpy bulldog frame barely managing to keep up with his rambunctiously wagging rear.

“Angel!” Bruno barked, his jowls flopping comically. “Ready for some fun today?”

“You bet, Bruno,” I yipped back, nudging him with my tiny but mighty nose. Today wasn’t just any day; today, I had a plan. A rather enchanted plan, if you ask me.

Lulu joined us shortly after, her Pomeranian fluff bouncing as she pranced over. We headed to Weimaraner Woods, our favorite spot to play “Mystic Hide and Seek.” The woods had an ancient feel, as if it held secrets older than the oldest tennis ball I’d ever buried and forgotten. And what secrets they were…

I led my friends to the biggest oak tree, the Grand Barkalist, known to hide exactly what you’re looking for if you just knew how to ask.

“Alright, guys,” I said, wiggling in excitement. “Today, we’re not just playing hide and seek. We’re learning magic. Real mystic arts!”

Bruno’s eyes widened, nearly as round as the grilled chicken strip I had for breakfast, while Lulu’s tail poofed up even more excitedly.

With a gentle paw, I scratched at the base of the Grand Barkalist, whispering the secret chant I’d overheard from the Great Golden Retrievers of lore. The tree rustled, and there it was—a book bound in leaves and bone, The Canine Codex of Magic.

Bruno’s jaws dropped. “Holy kibble, Angel, where did you learn that?”

“A pup never reveals her sources,” I winked, channeling something akin to a Sherlock Holmes-Dogtor Strange hybrid vibe. The Codex opened to a page detailing the spell for “Fetching Fire,” a spell instantly conjuring your favorite toys to within paw’s reach.

I eyed Lulu, knowing her love for a good game of tug-of-war. “Ready to give this a whirl, Lu?”

With a determined nod, she tilted her head in concentration as I guided her through the paw movements. Her tail wagged in delight as the spark of magic ignited, and within seconds, her favorite rope toy appeared! Bruno was next and conjured a bone so big it could’ve fed at least three bulldogs.

Feeling on top of the world and only a tiny bit smug, I tried the spell myself. In my mind, I pictured my pink squeaky ball and—poof! There it was, squeaking away in delight.

After our magical practice, we decided it was time for a snack. We trotted over to Retriever’s Restaurant, my usual haunt for some grilled chicken strips. Missy, the Golden Retriever who ran the place, knew my order before I even opened my mouth.

“Grilled chicken strips with a side of ‘no broccoli’ coming right up, Angel!”

After munching on our feast, we realized the day was fading. It was time to bid Pawsburg adieu until our next adventure. We ambled over to Samoyed Square, our portal home, and with one final wag of the tail, I was back behind the couch, as if I’d never left.

My mom came home later, greeted by my wagging tail and an innocent, most definitely non-mystical, “woof.”

Little did she know, her sweet, mischievous Angel had just started her journey into the arcane arts of Pawsburg. And trust me, the adventures have only just begun.

The End.