Hey Mom, just wanted to let you know that I’ve been having the best adventures lately! Turns out, I’m pretty good at sniffing out all sorts of mysteries and helping my friends. Who knew a dog could be a hero? 💖 Woof! – Lilly Bug

There’s nothing quite like rolling into Spencerville with my stubby tail wagging and a good sunbeam to luxuriate in. You see, life here is pretty different from back on Earth, but boy, do I make it interesting. I’m Lilly, an English Bulldog with a bit of an… attitude, shall we say? If you ask me, that’s just determination seasoned with a little Fawn and White sass.

My mornings start at The Doggy Depot, where I pick up my essentials—things like paw wax for those brisk jogs down Husky Hill and flashy collars because, well, a lady must always be prepared. After that, it’s a quick jaunt to Pup-Tastic Pizza where I grab a slice, only to munch on the crusts. Old habits, huh?

You might wonder what an English Bulldog like me does in a place like Spencerville. Well, dear reader, I’m part of the Pet Nine-Nine, the paw-lice force, if you will. Our chief, Sergeant Sniff, always tells me, “Lilly, you’ve got the nose for trouble and the stubbornness to solve it.” And he’s quite right about that.

Today’s case was a curious one. It seems someone’s been stealing remote control cars from The Fetching Feline Pet Emporium. For me, remote control cars are more than just toys—they’re my passion. My mom always found it amusing when I tried to chase them down on Earth. Here in Spencerville, it makes me the ideal detective to crack the case.

I found myself at Lower Silver Siberian Summit, a serene spot where pets often find themselves lost in thought or up to something devious. That’s when I spotted Paw-line, a notoriously stealthy Siamese cat, gliding through the shadows with a remote control car tucked under her sleek frame.

“Paw-line!” I hollered in my gravely bark. “What’s the deal? Pilfering remote control cars again?”

She turned and gave me one of her infamous smirks. “Just borrowing, dear Lilly. The owner didn’t seem to mind.”

“Hand it over,” I barked, “before this becomes official business.”

Reluctantly, Paw-line placed the car on the ground. “Always a pleasure doing business with you, Officer Lilly,” she purred. “But do try to let me have some fun occasionally.”

With the car safely secured, I made my way to Spa for Paws for a well-earned treat—a paw-dicure. There’s nothing like a little pampering to gear up for the next case. It was there, soaking my paws in a luxurious sudsy bath, that I thought back fondly to my human family. Their ice cream, pizza crusts, and cheese puffs always brought a smile—and a bit of drool—to my face. They may not be here now, but their spirit certainly is, and that keeps me going strong.

As I dried off and strutted out of the spa, I noticed a commotion across the street at Fur Tacos. Officer Rex, our German Shepherd, was causing quite a ruckus—turns out someone was trying to filch a food cart full of cheesy morsels.

“Oh boy, seems like my work is never done,” I muttered under my breath with a sly grin. With my right tooth always showing and tongue hanging out, I probably looked a bit ridiculous but undeniably determined.

And so it goes, another day, another case. In Spencerville, every pet has a role, a story, and a whole lot of fun awaiting them. And while I miss my mom, dad, brother, and nana, there’s a comfort in knowing that one day we’ll all be united again. Until then, I’ll keep up the chase, enjoying every car ride and sunbeam along the way, with my signature chubby swagger and unmistakable attitude.