“Hey Dad, guess what? It turns out moonlit adventures, clown-like friends, tempting aromas and a mystical Beagle named Bella make life in Pawsburg a riot! Even though she works at Kibble Cuisine (I know, right?!), we’ve become unlikely BFFs. Love and a shared distaste for vacuum cleaners works in mysterious ways! Also had a meal there, not half bad. Talk about plot twists, huh? Catch ya later, Bubster.”

Listen to the story here.

Every night when the moon is high in the star-speckled Pawsburg sky, I, Billy Bob, begin my secret escapade with my fellow adventurous dogs, often catching the last train of twilight to Shepherd’s Skyline. A shy, yet daring Terrier that I am, I always take a moment to hide behind the towering teacup sculptures there, taking in the comical antics of my friends.

“Look here, Billy Bob,” one of my comical Cocker friends would shout, trying to impress a lady Poodle with his unending ricochet around the field. Let’s just say the poodles usually aren’t “wooed.”

We’re just a jovial bunch of hounds living our own sitcom-like life, dealing with love, laughter, and everything in between, like in a Neil Simon play. Despite my disdain for dried kibble, we often would dine at ‘Bark n Roll’ – it’s their pork chops, glazed with my favorite maple syrup that gets me every time.

For your information, Kibble Cuisine? Never been there. No sir, not even once. And why go when you’ve got Tail Waggers round the corner serving up the best rawhide sticks in all of Pawsburg?

One fateful night, as we finished up our meal in the glimmers of twilight, a fascinating aroma wafted out from the adjacent alley. It was unusual, luring, and had a bemusing aura, a scent that I had never encountered before—it was paranormal and enchanting.

I used to be just Billy Bob, a terrarium aficionado trapped wrong-side of the doggy door, until that night when I followed the scent and found her – a Beagle, named Bella, with eyes as captivating as a full moon. She was the waitress at Kibble Cuisine, the very place I vowed never to enter.

Bella was not just a regular Pawsburg resident, oh no. She was something more, something mystical. She wasn’t interested in squeaky toys like every other small-town dog, instead she was caught up in her world of wonders – her uncanny ability to predict a rainstorm hours before it arrived, or the way she just knew your favorite food the moment she met you, was what set her apart.

But the integral part? She was the only dog in Pawsburg who loved the exact same things as me, and more importantly, disliked the same things too. Vacuum cleaners, sudden loud noises – oh, and the dried dog food. Our common interests sparked lively conversations, and before I even knew it, Bella and I were BFFs – ‘Best Furry Friends.’

I, Billy Bob, a shy Terrier, fell in love. Not only did I have a taste of supernatural and unexpected romance, but I also broke my own rule – I had a meal with Bella in Kibble Cuisine and guess what? It wasn’t half bad.

What can I say? The heart wants what it wants, even if it might be walking obliviously into the very things we detest. Just wait until you see us – two small dogs hand in hoof, cutting through Pawsburg, two adorable misfits making our way in this canine world. In the everyday life of Billy Bob, they’d say love does have its miraculous ways, and, by terrier, they’d be right!

The End.