Hey Mom! 🐾 Just wanted to let you know that I’ve been solving mysteries all over town with my nose-to-the-ground sniffing skills and my tail-wagging charm. Made so many new friends, too (both furry and human)! Don’t worry, though, I still find time to nap in the sun and dream of treats. Can’t wait to tell you everything! Woof! 🐶💤 – Your Lovie Dovie 🐾

Well now, don’t that beat all, here I am again spinning round this delightful part of Spencerville with the gusto of a slightly underinflated beach ball on the loose. It’s me, Lulu, although back in the winding days when I roamed with my mom on Earth, I had all sorts of names—the most flattering, I must say, being “Bestie above the Restie.” A fine title, fit for a loyal English Bulldog such as myself.

Eating cookies and playing with my Jolly ball brings to mind the smell of freshly baked biscuits and a little sweetness mixed proper with the zest of Earthly endeavors. But I reckon you’ve been wondering what a good ol’ Bulldog like me is doing prancing north of the Rainbow Bridge amidst a raucous kerfuffle of extraterrestrial proportions.

Now, let me tell you, that ordinary Tuesday turned into an outlandishly unexpected day when, from the direction of Lower Silver Siberian Summit, there came a rumbling, not unlike the sound of my arch-nemesis back home—the devious vacuum cleaner—a dreaded contraption that’d draw me from any slumber to feign disinterest, planning my surprise ambush in secret.

But that day was quite something else. Just when the tail-end of my nap was fixing to pick up, we spotted them—odd little green fellers riding down from the heavens like I used to ride in mom’s wagon with the wind in my snaggle-toothed grin.

‘Twas clear—the Spencerville sky had been invaded, though the town was less worried than you’d think. We animals are a resilient sort, you see. K9 Kebabs was abuzz with tales of intergalactic gourmet tastings that’d make even my stuffed unicorn toy look askance.

Yet, the essence of the matter fell upon me because every creature great and small remembered my stalwart protectiveness. Yes, I was chosen to lead the counter-ambush among these joyous grassy knolls. Besides, nobody knew better than me how to sneak up on an overconfident invader, even if I were chasing down snacks or, in this case, creatures from beyond the stars.

Now, Pupcake, bless her Shepherd mix heart—having crossed into Spencerville a year prior, took post with me near Husky Hill. She was always the reliable old soul. And although my acquaintance Jingo, that chocolate-toned bundle of pit-bull energy, was still on Earth, I could almost hear him giving his typical boisterous encouragement from afar.

Turned out, those extraterrestrial visitors weren’t too menacing. Stubborn as I am, it took a while estimating their intentions. Bravely we approached them, riding their odd contraptions, nibbling carrots they’d picked from South Poodle Pond when one of ‘em tried—wouldn’t you believe it—to give me a toy to chew on!

Barnard, one wily rascal of a hound, speculated they were friendly explorers just seeking the soft cuddliness Spencerville had to offer. And true as a loyal Bulldog’s promise, he was correct. The little fellers and us hit it off like I had with my first flamingo toy.

So here we dwell, in this utopian expanse, awaiting our humans with tails wagging ever hopeful-like that we’d reunite in the end while enjoying the delightful happenstance of new peculiar friendships… and the satisfaction of knowing plenty more leisurely wagon rides are yet to come in this perfect slice of afterlife called Spencerville.