“Hey Dad, Buddy here. The eats at Bark Burger, cat pals Tiddles & Whiskers, all great, but life needed zest. Now I’m a time-travelling Golden Retriever, danced in the roaring 20s, the Victorian era, hung out with dinos & influenced an iconic logo. Missing you, but having a tail-waggin’ time! – Buddy, Time-Traveling Pooch”

Listen to the story here.

“Why, hello there, folks! The name’s Buddy and boy, do I have tales to share! So, buckle up for I am about to take you on quite the ride. For you see, not every canine mucks around Spencerville, waiting for their owner. Some – like yours truly – dabble in the paw-erful ability of time travel.

I mean, Spencerville is great and all. The Upper Black Bulldog Bay? Talk about views that would make your tail spin faster than a hamster on its wheel. Oh, and the Bark Burgers–their artisan, gourmet grub that’ll have you drooling from a mile away. I mean, I’d gladly trade my favorite squeaky toy for a bite of a non-cheesy goodness that they call the Chicken Delight. Beats my usual roasted chicken any day. Remember, hold the cheese.

And do I even need to mention the feline citizens of the town? I know, I know, dogs and cats, eternal enemies and all that jazz. But I tell ya, Tiddles and Whiskers are a pair of cuties. Makes you forget all about that silly feud, really.

But for me, it’s not enough. I crave adventure, thrill, and an occasional bone, but today is not about my eating habits. It’s about how I, a humble Golden Retriever from Spencerville, started toggling between eras.

Let’s go back to the time I visited the roaring twenties. You know, the era of jazz and flapper girls. People in their swanky garbs step-danced to tunes that made even my paws tap along. When they took me for a dog from the future, they weren’t far off, believe you me.

But the fun doesn’t stop there. No siree! I’ve waltzed with a fancy poodle in the Victorian era, pranced with velociraptors in the Jurassic period, and believe it or not, even influenced the dog on the ‘His Master’s Voice’ logo back in 1898.

Through my time-hopping escapades, I realized one thing. No matter where or when I land, I’m always ready for an adventure. I miss my dad, sure, but I know I’ll see him again. And when we reunite, I won’t just be an ordinary pooch named Buddy. I will be Buddy, the time-travelling Golden Retriever of Spencerville.

So, for now, my friends, keep your tails wagging, your noses sniffing, and live every day like the grand celebration it is. Until next time!”

The End.