Hey Mom!

Tonight, I snuck out to Dograssic Park with Skye and Baby. We dodged saber-toothed dogs and mammoth mutts, all while Diogi tried to taunt me. We even made a pit stop for poutine! It was a wild adventure. Can’t wait to tell you more! 🐾

Love,
Pmresq 🐕💫

The stars were shining over Pawsburg, twinkling like the diamond-studded collars we donned when humans weren’t looking. I’d just slipped into my snow-white fur, carefully inching past my sleeping mom as I snuck out the backdoor. They called me Pmresq@me.com, Pawsburg’s radiant gem, but tonight wasn’t about frolic and fetch. Tonight, we were headed to a peculiar and perilous place: Dograssic Park.

Navigating through Setter Shore and crossing Papillon Promenade, I met a panting Skye at the rendezvous point. Skye’s black fur shone under the moonlight like polished onyx. With her usual charm, she said, “Pawsburgh’s latest wonder. I hope you brought your courage, Pmresq.”

“Of course,” I replied, though my heart raced a little more than usual. I could never admit fear—not with Diogi nearby, ready to exploit any hint of weakness. The Australian shepherd could be a real bone-chewer when he sensed vulnerability.

Skye led the way, her wagging tail embodying the excitement of a puppy discovering a new toy. We reached the gates of Dograssic Park, a shimmering spectacle sprawling across Diamond Doberman Dunes. At the entrance, a massive statue of an ancient dog breed—a Terrordactyl, they called it—loomed menacingly.

We swiped our ID collars and slipped inside. Greeted by magnificent breeds thought to be extinct, our paws trembled with a mix of awe and trepidation. Saber Paws, Mammuthunds, and Bronto Barks; they roamed freely, freshly recreated from canine DNA mixed with something unworldly.

Suddenly, a familiar bark sliced through the air. “Stay close, or you’ll end up a chew toy!” It was Baby, the 15-year-old terrier mix, the eldest and the wisest in our circle. Her silhouette moved with authority, her bark commanding respect and admiration.

“I told you, this isn’t just sniffing out squirrels,” Baby continued, addressing us like we were mere pups. “These dogs come with challenges.”

A towering Mammuthund interrupted her cautioning growl, and we all scattered. My paws moved frantically, heart pounding, as I sought refuge near The Tail Wagger’s Tailor—a temporary hideaway for the night.

Just as we caught our breath, Diogi appeared. His eyes twinkled with mischief, and he sneered. “Lost your nerve yet, Pmresq?”

I stood defiant, but internally, I was calculating a dozen ways to avoid confrontation. “I’m here for the adventure, Diogi. Not your theatrics.”

“Good,” Baby barked. “Show him what real grace looks like, Pmresq.”

With courage summoned from the depth of my Golden Retriever soul, I dashed towards the heart of Dograssic Park, Skye and Baby flanking me. We hopped over Saber Paws and dodged Bronto Barks, our sleek movements countering the prehistoric chaos.

We finally reached Pup’s Poutine, an unusually sophisticated eatery amid the chaos. The appeal of crispy poutine lured us. “Refuel here,” Baby advised, munching on a fry. Even Diogi softened at the aroma, devouring a snack without complaint.

Reflecting on our night over warm treats, I felt the exhilaration seep out like water from a cracked bowl. “What a tale to tell Mom,” I mused, licking poutine off my chin.

In that moment, I realized Pawsberg would always be a place of wonder—the friendships, the escapades, and yes, even the Diogis of our world. Dograssic Park may not be our usual game of fetch, but it sure added an unforgettable chapter to our lives. And as we headed back home, paws tired yet spirits lifted, we knew we’d regale our humans with the adventure of a lifetime, leaving out just enough to keep them curious.

For the world might be an ordinary place, but in Pawsberg, legends were born every night. I nestled in my bed, dreaming of next adventures, cookies, and a cuddle, because tomorrow would surely bring another dash of wonder.

The End.