Hey Mom 👋,

You won’t believe it! Had a wild day! Traveled through time, (yeah like those sci-fi flicks)! Visited the grand Choco Chihuahua Castle. Made a joke about vacuums that was a hit there 😂

Hit the local hotspot, Fetch-N-Bites. Ate my fave cheese platter with a side of cucumbers, yum! ✌️Encountered the queen there, Siamese Sue, she knows me well.

Here’s the fun part – I’m on a mission, to rescue Chester Cheetah who got lost playing with time. Cats, huh? They lack that signature Bulldog tenacity we got!

Ran into many pets who recognized me as the famous Tango 🕺, their jaws practically hit the floor. Visited some cool places – the Pug Palace, Pleasant Poodle Park, Western Husky Hill.

Times a beast, mom, but so am I. Maybe I’m misplaced, but I’m not lost. Just savoring the cucumbers, cheese, and time-travel, one tick-tock at a time.

P.S. Give my cushion some extra love. Miss all you guys back home.

Thumbs up, (if I had them! 🐾)
Tango aka (Buds, Bubbies, Boo Boo)

One moment I was lounging on my favorite spot, the basketball-sized cushion in the backyard, my squishy face crowned with the midday sunlight and the next instant, I was standing before the grand entrance of Choco Chihuahua Castle. Time Travel, quite the head-spinner, isn’t it?

The castle was known for its hospitality, so naturally my game plan began there. You see, that’s the thing about us Bulldogs, we play hard and we play smart. And there’s no rush, we take our sweet time.

Before the castle stood a group of lords and ladies, awestruck by my arrival. “Wow, a Bulldog!” I heard one little Chihuahua jeer, “Never thought they could run, let alone travel time!”

I’d never been one for ear cleaning, thought it quite pointless. But at that point, I would’ve gladly swapped it for hearing that remark. Good lord, I’m a Bulldog, not an exhibit! Mustering my customary peppy determination, I glanced towards the Chihuahua, nonchalantly, “I suppose I’d enjoy a run… from a vacuum.” The crowd erupted into laughter. Aah, the sweet release of laughter, I must say, my wit was legendary in Spencerville.

“Alright, Bulldog playtime is over,” I barked striding towards the entrance. Showtime at the local hotspot, Bark and Bites. My athletic build, my robust head intimidating to most, but winning hearts wasn’t the agenda, not yet at least. I had a long fascination with cheese, and that place did a mean cheese platter with an interesting side of cucumbers.

“By the Great Dane, if it isn’t Tango,” greeted Siamese Sue, the reigning queen of Fetch-N-Bites. I was popular, you see. My stubbornness and playful nature easily outwitted the flimsy time machine of Fate.

It took some gall to time-travel and boy, let me tell you, it takes some guts. The Pug Palace, Pleasant Poodle Park, Western Husky Hill, all were to be graced with my charming company. An array of pups slowly gathering their jaws off the floor, whispering, “Omg, that’s Tango!”

Was time-traveling meant to be all fun? Nah, I was on a mission. A rescue mission, of sorts. Chester Cheetah had gone playing with time and got stuck somewhere. Poor soul, he didn’t have my bulldog tenacity. It was my privilege to rescue comrades, even though they were cats.

Even time-travel isn’t your usual game of tug-of-war. Traveling through time and walking back home, are two things I dislike. Guess it wasn’t all sunshine, cucumbers and cheese, but an adventure nonetheless. But if you ask me, bringing back Chester or not, it was worth every tick-tock.

As I departed, leaving the awe-struck pets behind, I held onto the essence of my tale – the sweet assurance, the well-crafted time-line. Spencerville bids you patience. No need to rush. Miss home but fear not. We will be reunited. At the end of the tale, and at the end of time.

The End.