Hi Mom! 🐾 Just wagging in to say I helped save the park with my nosey detective skills and made new friends! Who knew digging up old bones could bring everyone together? 😉 Can’t wait to tell you all about my tail-wagging adventure! Love, Shay

Well now, gather ’round, and I’ll spin you a yarn about myself, Shaylee, a red sesame Shiba Inu with a spirit wilder than the Mississippi and eyes sharp as a hawk circlin’ overhead. They christened me “Shay,” but in this land, many find comfort in callin’ me “The Paw-Venger,” for my business in Spencerville ain’t just for toy-chasin’ and sunbathin’—no sir, I’m here to settle scores.

After waggin’ my tail farewell to Momma back on Earth, I found myself arrivin’ at the gates of Spencerville. They say we’ve all got to cross that Rainbow Bridge one day, and when you do, you’ll find yourself with a light heart and a fresh set of paws, ready to uncover the mysteries of a town like no other. Spencerville, where the sunlight glimmers through the canopy of White Westie Woods and the echoes of happy barks fill the air.

Now, I ain’t one to turn my snout up at a good adventure. But this here tale starts with a reckonin’. Once upon a collar, Berkley, my ol’ chum—a spirited Black and Tan coonhound and kin to a gent called Tom—got himself mixed up in a bit of melancholy, over yonder at Spotted Red Beagle Beach. Seems a notorious bunch of fleas saw fit to itch him spitefully. I’d been Josie Tumbleweedin’ my way around for too long. It was about time this Shay did somethin’. Why, those little critters should’ve known better than to cross lines with me.

With the wind judgin’ my ears, I set off on my mission. Let me tell ya, there ain’t nothin’ quite like the thrill of the chase, and swift as the creeks run in Husky Hill, my paws were barkin’ for justice. I met up with a trusty band along the way—Fritz, the domestic short hair, sporting an orange and white coat like a sunrise, and Derby, a German Shepherd mix with a build muscular enough to tug the heavens closer to Earth.

Together, we schemed a plan over cheese sticks at the famous Tail Waggers cafe, conspirin’ like a crew of canine cowpokes. The smell of fresh-baked pupcakes wafted from The Woofy Bakery down the street, but we were all business, barkin’ war cries of hope and valor.

The battle commenced at high noon beneath the shade of the pines, where the spectral breeze carried whispers of old westerns. The flea gang was tough, but they were no match for a dog of my mettle. Loyalty, huh? Ain’t just a notion—for it stood behind me like a trusty second shadow. With a keen sense and an athletic vigor, I maneuvered, leapt, and snapped until them varmin’s felt the righteous wrath of Shaylee’s justice.

And when all was said and done, with the feisty fleas scattered like tumbleweeds on a windy prairie, Berkley could trot about easy and carefree. Over at Pup-Tastic Pizza, they toasted slices of cheesy delights to our victory, and we, the apostles of fortitude, rejoiced in tales of our gallant endeavor.

Fritz curled into a ball on my left, and there was Derby, tongue lolling on the other. And knowin’ there’d come a time, across the horizon, when I’d trot across that bridge to meet Momma again, my heart swelled with the powder-keg bliss of famished fleas—not a one more itched-hearted carefree belief.

Now, as the sun sets over dear Spencerville, I tell you this, as every dog and critter here knows: heroism ain’t about the size of your paws but the size of your heart—and in Spencerville, every heart longs with the same faithful beat, awaitin’ the day of reckoning, reunion, and belly rubs a’plenty.

‘Til then, this is Shaylee, signing off with a wag and a word of wisdom: Trust the journey, guard your heart, brave this delightful wilderness, and know your folks are just a pawprint away.