Hey Mom! 🐾 Just wanted to let you know I’ve been on quite the adventure. I helped my friend Billy find his missing shoe and even rescued a kitten stuck in a tree! Not bad for a day’s work, right? Feeling pretty pawsome! Love, Perss 🐶✨

It was another enchanting evening in Pawsburg, the secret town where dogs like me escape when humans busy themselves with whatever it is humans do. My name, if you don’t already know it, is Percy. I’m a Lab mix bullmastiff—formally known as Francheska Kimmys when the occasion demands politeness—but most call me Perss. My coat is as black as a moonless night, save for the single white spot on my chest that Mom calls “not fashionable but cute.”

I turned my attention to Apollo, my Hound Dog mix pal. “I have it on good paws,” I whispered, “that someone’s been wrongly accused!” My tail wagged with excitement at the thought of solving a mystery.

Apollo lowered his voice, though his howls have never been really soft. “I heard it was Lily from Cocker Courtyard—accused of digging up Mrs. Poodle’s prized petunias. But she’s in the pound, Percy!”

My ears perked at the chance of an adventure. I love a good investigative romp almost as much as I love chicken and soft blankets. “This calls for a mission,” I declared, the thrill of it making my tail blur into motion.

With an air of urgency, we trotted to Sapphire Schnauzer Street, taking a detour past Woof Waffles, where delicious aromas teased our noses. Sapphire Schnauzer was bustling, as always, with dogs exchanging the day’s news over frothy Puppuccino at K9 Koffee Shop. But our focus was on the tail-wagging whispers.

Once we reached the austere doors of the Pawsburg Shelter, I tapped Apollo with a paw for luck. “Stay sharp, we must act with precision.”

“Socks or no socks, let’s do this,” Apollo grinned. The plan we’d hatched required sock-type stealth.

I approached the not-so-friendly border collie guard. Apollo and I had agreed on a little close-up confusion—a classic tug of war showdown, with a knotted sock as the star, to distract him. It worked like a charm, a soggy, slobbery charm.

With the guard’s attention diverted, I navigated through the maze of crates and kennels, the sound of my own heartbeat audible in my furry ears. There was Lily, looking forlorn but hopeful with those eyes all full of innocence. Wordlessly, I nudged the latch open, and she bounded out, ecstatic and relieved.

“It’s crazy in here,” Lily huffed as she emerged. “Did you bring chicken?”

“No time for chicken,” I chuckled, ushering her toward freedom with Apollo in silent salute beside us.

The clouded mystery cleared on our way out when a disgruntled dachshund, chewing petunias and loudly grumbling about too many shrubs in Dachshund Dale, confessed his crime. Off he pranced, unconcerned about his floral nibbling. Our case was solved, the wrong avenged, and liberty restored to Lily.

Back at K9 Koffee Shop, we celebrated with rounds of Puppuccinos, each foam-slathered muzzle another badge of courage. Lily, now free and smiling, could once again roam the paths of her beloved Cocker Courtyard.

“Thanks, Percy,” Lily said, nuzzling my ear affectionately. “You’re a stubborn friend, but a loyal one.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” I barked proudly. “The world’s always better with a little more wag and a lot less wagging fingers.”

We returned home, tails high and tired but happy, just in time for a night of soft blankets and human warmth, a story ready to unravel before morning belly rubs commenced. In Pawsburg, after all, every dog deserves their moment of freedom under the moonlit bark of adventure.