Hey Mum, Dad!

Hope you are both fine, miss you tons! Life in Spencerville is a charming roll of serene sunrises & gastronomic indulgences at The Bone Appetit. Can you imagine? I’ve found a spot that serves fish biscuits! Also been making these quiet, contemplative hikes to Silver Siberian Summit; the serenity there is unmatched, truly splendid.

My friends and I sometimes mess around the cinemas, and you both know I’m not much of a movie dog, but the camaraderie is fun. The afternoons are usually spent in calm solitude at the Woof and Whisker Wellness Center – much needed after the chaos at the Canine Cafe.

Oh, and don’t get me started on the weather here. Rain may be a regular visitor but it can’t shed my sunny spirit! Despite the stubborn Boxer in me craving the pickle toy in the Pupperoni Pizza window.

The tantalising fish supper from our own Black Bulldog Bay is something to drool for, and those heavenly dental bones await me every night. As the evening showers Spencerville in twinkling stars, I find solace in the brightest of them, my forever home.

So, here I am, living each day like an old dog’s joy, carving out my little haven in Spencerville. It isn’t home without you guys, but I promise to keep my tail wagging until we reunite.

Sending doggie-kisses,
Your Bear Cub 🐾

Ever since Vincent moved to Spencerville, every morning began quite the same. An exquisite sun rising over Black Bulldog Bay, with the radiant beams bounced off his white-tinged black coat as though it were a mirroring the surface of glass. He would wake up from his nap in one of the doggie sofas crafted in the canine image, yawn, stretch, and head over to The Bone Appetit for breakfast.

“The usual today, Vinnie?” the dalmatian chef would ask from behind the counter with a twang of humor in his voice. This here was a gastronome’s heaven, and no allergies could abort Vincent’s date with nourishment.

“You know me too well, Dale,” Vincent would reply with a wag of his tail, taking a seat by the window as his order of fish biscuits would arrive paired with a bottle of filtered water. After breakfast, he’d take a long, leisurely stroll towards the Lower Silver Siberian Summit, the echoes of laughter and the woofs of chatter mingling entrancingly with the rustling leaves.

He’d often come back to find his friends huddled near the cinemas, deciding between ‘Chasing Cars’ versus ‘The Ball fetch Redemption.’ Being an old soul, cinemas were not his thing; yet for some uncanny reason, if you were to ask Vincent, the best part of his day was this ascent to the summit: the view, the anticipation, or perhaps the accompanying calm that would spread like the tendrils of a vine, swiftly capturing him whole.

Contrary to his tranquil demeanor, Vincent was not game for the Bull in a China Shop atmosphere at The Canine Cafe. Clocking in there meant chaos and Vincent preferred the serenity of the Woof and Whisker Wellness Center for his afternoon nap.

Yet, even the best of days had their dampeners. In Spencerville, it was the persistent rain that seemed reluctant to part ways with the humble Boxer Beach. Vincent was not a fan of overcast days, the drizzle of melancholy it brought with it was a glaring contrast to his sunny disposition.

Long walks were a part of the routine too, and often, his trips around the block had unplanned stopovers. Being the stubborn breed he was, Vincent would gaze longingly at his favorite pickle toy displayed brightly in the window of Pupperoni Pizza, his low growls echoing the yearning he felt.

The supper would follow – a bowl of the freshest fish right from Black Bulldog Bay, laid out in the privacy of his room. Always after supper, he would make his much-anticipated pilgrimage to the foot of the community cabinet. This cabinet was known to have treasures beyond compare, yet none of them trumped the dental bone they served Vincent every night.

With the night casting a veil over Spencerville, its glistening grey brought a thousand twinkling stars to light. And although Vincent was far from home, despite being surrounded by a plethora of pets, he would spend his nights alone, observing the cosmos. He knew his life with his human was put on pause, not ended. He’d turn to gaze at the single star that seemed brighter than the rest. There it was, his forever home. He’d repeat what became his mantra, “One day, we’ll be reunited.”

Days rolled into nights and morphed into a blur of reality and magic. Each day was akin to the previous one and yet unique in its way, just like the unblemished snow hiding the scars of yesterday and dreaming about the brightness of tomorrow. The recollections of the small town he called home would dance in his dreams, and he knew – he’d meet his old family again. Till then, he’d make every day count, every moment matter. Vincent was more than at peace with his Spencerville existence, a magical little world where he lived, waiting to meet those he’d once lost.

The End.