Hey Mom! It’s Butters. 🐾Landed safe and sound in Spencerville, the bulldog-meets-space version of paradise. Acclimating nicely, it seems I’ve sealed my popularity as the belle of East Bulldog Bay! Been sunbathing in stardust and making all sorts of new comrades at Fetch-N-Bites. Same love for folk food, allergy to cleaning intact. Residing in radiant stardom, yet playing the same old pooch you know. 🐶💫 Life’s different, but not unfamiliar, always wagging for the next juicy bone. 🍖 Love and licks, Butters ❤️🪐

Under the glittering milky way spanning into infinity, on the very outskirts of the Canine Constellation, lies our quaint little Spencerville. A place where every strong bond between man and beast is honored in the most extraordinary way.

Like them, I had my beloved dog, a king of the canine realm and a charismatic prince of my heart, Buddy.

On the surface, he was as bulldog as they come, with short glossy coats of brown and white, promising muscles, and an attitude – an adamant sun-bather, he was. He’d sprawl nonchalantly – yes, “nonchalantly”, not many dogs can pull that off, mind you – under the warmth of the sun, essentially ignoring my fervent calls for lunch.

Buddy’s story in Spencerville began at the renowned East Bulldog Bay. As his stubby legs tumbled out of the spaceship, a wide-eyed Buddy took in his new celestial surroundings. His usual sun-bathing spot had transformed into a sun- bathing bay, still warm but with stars sprinkling showers of stardust. “Oh, hi, isn’t this something?” I remember him saying. Yes, Buddy talks, we all do in Spencerville.

He quickly made himself at home in Spencerville, as if he had lived here all his life. He socialized at Fetch-N-Bites, discoursing with other dogs about bones over platters of Pooched Potatoes, his order of every day, as regular as the orbit of Neptune.

His flamboyance was not limited to adorning the most fashion-forward canine pieces from ‘The Tail Wagger’s Tailor’ but also in winning hearts. It wasn’t surprising when he became the belle of the bay.

There was an inherent calmness sitting beside Buddymeister – as the folks in Spencerville called him – watching over the endless galaxy stretching before us. We watched as spaceships zoomed across the cosmos, each carrying a pet embarking on a new cosmic chapter.

Buddy’s life was full of mirth and mischief in spite of his mortal fear of the vacuum soundings from the docking spacecraft. It was the same old Buddy, with his love for people food and an aversion for cleaning, only now in a place where he could sunbathe in a constellation.

In Spencerville, life was different but not unfamiliar for Buddy. He made new friends, cherished the same old routines, and patiently waited – for reunion? Possibly. For another juicy bone? Definitely. All while being the Buddy I knew and loved, the laid-back and lovable bull of the starry baytown.

The End.