Hey fam,

It’s your girl Phinn here. Picture this: me, in Pawsburg, strutting down the runway at the Pawsburg Fashion Show Extravaganza. Dawson and I nailed our dramatic entrance, and I dazzled with my heart-shaped marshmallow patches. Mayor Sir Barkington and Pooch from Pooch’s Pub were in awe. Wrapped up the night with lamb chops at Collie’s Cuisine and bone-gnawing at Fetch! Toys and Treats. Then, I snuck back home, happily dodging the vacuum cleaner. Life of a Pittie model, am I right? 🐾💙

Hug sniffs and tail wags,
Phinn

Ah, another delightful evening in Pawsburg, where the moon shines like a bone tossed into the sky. Here I am, Phinn, a Blue Nose Pittie with heart-shaped markings that some say resemble marshmallows. And why not? I’ve always had a sweet disposition, at least until someone brings out the vacuum cleaner.

Last night, I had one of my legendary escapades. The humans, Jaycee and Bane, had fallen asleep after watching some weird show about people catching fish. “Ugh, humans,” I thought while sneaking out, aware that I was heading to where the real action was—Pawsburg.

This particular night was special, as it marked the annual Pawsburg Fashion Show Extravaganza. As I waddled to Diamond Doberman Dunes, passing Sniffer’s Sandwiches where the smell of roast beef made my tail do a little dance, I could see the twinkling runway lights in the distance. Ah, the life of a dog fashion model—a far cry from hiding under the covers or dodging the vacuum cleaner, I assure you.

My son Dawson scampered beside me, his excitement palpable. “Hurry, Mama, we’re almost late!” he barked, his little paws pounding against the sandy streets. Since I had taught him the fine art of the dramatic entrance, I wasn’t worried. We were timing it just right.

The catwalk was already set when we arrived. Briard Bridge was festooned with lights, a luminescent ode to canine elegance. Truffed shadows graced the scene, and there in the middle was Kali—our newest pack member—trying to ensure every fluff of her fur was in place. She shot me a look of sheer panic, and I sauntered over to give her a reassuring nuzzle.

“It’s just a walk, darling. Remember, they can’t all be filled dog bones. Some must be elegant turns and twirls,” I said, flashing a confident smile.

Up the runway stepped Bartholomew, a Yorkshire Terrier, pretending not to be nervous. He did a prance that would have made a hamster blush. I noticed Bane shaking his head in amusement from the nearby stands. “Psh, amateurs,” I muttered under my breath.

When it was finally our turn, I stepped onto the runway with Dawson, sending a quick nod to Kali. Channeling my inner diva, I pranced, posed, and paused at the perfect intervals. The cameras flashed, capturing my every heart-shaped patch, my blue-grey coat sparkling under the lights. Dawnie did a splendid job too, imitating my grace at every turn.

In the front row, I noticed the Mayor of Pawsburg, Sir Barkington, with a satisfied grin. Next to him was Pooch, the owner of Pooch’s Pub—a place with sausages so good they almost rival Grandma’s table scraps.

Post-show, we headed to Collie’s Cuisine for a celebratory banquet. The lamb chops were divine. I still managed to sneak a few bits under the table for my young ones—old habits die hard.

The night wrapped up beautifully with a visit to Fetch! Toys and Treats, where we indulged in some bone-gnawing revelry. Dawson and Kali played fetch as I lay basking under the moonlight, watching over them with a sense of contentment only a mother with heart-shaped patches could understand.

The stars twinkled back at me, and I began to feel drowsy. Time to head back home. We slipped silently through Briard Bridge one last time, and as the moon gave its final wink, we sneaked back into our human world. Safe under the covers and away from the vile vacuum cleaner, I drifted off, knowing tomorrow held another adventure in magical Pawsburg.

Ah, the dual life of a Blue Nose Pittie. Fabulous, isn’t it?

The End.