Hey Mom! 🐾 So, I’ve been on quite the little adventure lately. Turns out, my wagging tail and a knack for sniffing out the good in people helped a lot of folks find their way back to each other. Made plenty of new friends and even taught a kid or two that treats taste better when shared. Ruff day, who? 😎 Give Winston a belly rub for me! Love, Cash 🐶

Ah, another glorious day in Spencerville! The sun had just begun its daily game of hide and seek with the clouds over Spotted Red Beagle Beach, casting playful shadows across my brindle and white coat as I trotted along the shore. It was one of those mornings when you half expect seagulls to don tiny choir hats and burst into harmonious song—though I must say their actual vocal efforts are more reminiscent of a cat with stage fright.

I should introduce myself, should I not? I am Cassius, though my friends and Mum back home fondly call me “Cash.” A dashing boxer with what has been described as “precious moments” eyes—flattery to be cherished if for no other reason than it convinced all to overlook the occasional mud-trail I suavely dragged through a freshly mopped kitchen.

Now, this particular morning was not just any wag-a-tail-and-smell-the-roses kind of morning. You see, rumors had been spreading like the zoomies through Spencerville. Extraterrestrial life had chosen our delightful corner of paradise for their Earthly sojourns! This news reached me through Jasper the Jack Russell, who was endowed with both bat-like hearing and the gossiping prowess of an entire card-table of Victorian aunties.

“You see, Cash,” Jasper had said, barely pausing between enthusiastic sniffs, “last night over by Greyhound Grove, I saw the sky do loop-de-loops. Bright lights and otherworldly music, delightful stuff! They say the aliens fancy a bite at Pup ‘n’ Go Taco Joint, and word is they’re awful polite about asking for directions.”

With ears perked and a curiosity tickled beyond the usual squirrel-chasing variety, I decided it was high time I ended the speculation. So, leash-free and unfettered, I made my way toward the only taco joint in existence that rivals Heaven’s cuisine—or so I’ve heard. Although, do tell my Mum I still prefer her roast chicken, I wouldn’t want my standing with the family chef revoked.

Halfway there, I was joined by Lola, a sprightly Westie known as the White Whirlwind, who was catching up from a morning spree at The Pooch Playhouse, tugging along what was presumably her last chew toy conundrum. “Cash!” she exclaimed with the vigor of someone about to reveal the next mystery twist, “Did you hear about the aliens?” Maybe she didn’t know just how spectacular my ears were.

As we trotted toward Dog-gone Good BBQ, my tail started wagging autonomously. I can’t entirely explain the sensation, much like trying to explain to a cat why a breeze must be chased—it just is.

And there it was—hovering softly above the scene—a UFO, as nonchalant as a cat knowing it was expected but declining the formality of arrival. Out stepped… oh, well I couldn’t quite describe them, but there was an air of dog-like curiosity about them, bouncy and quizzical, which frankly was reassuring. So, a soft yip escaped me, just to do the civilized thing and break the ice.

They responded with a musical bark of their own, which translated roughly as, “Greetings from afar, Earth Canines! We seek counsel on the wisdom of your taco junta.” To which Lola, whose hunger for tacos was equal only to her appetite for news, declared, “You’ve chosen wisely!”

And so, our odd assembly—two Earthly dogs and several extraterrestrial fur friends—ambled into Pup ‘n’ Go Taco Joint. As the comforting aroma of eartheritos wafted through the interstellar group, and I saw how easily friendships transcended worlds, I couldn’t help but bark with a chuckle at the thought of someday telling Mum, “Don’t worry, we have friends in outer spaces too.”

After all, in Spencerville, much like the universe, you never really say goodbye. You merely wait for the tail-wagging reunion.

Now that’s a legend worth passing on, don’t you think?