“Hey, it’s Sammy! Shared barks at Bow Wow Bistro, got spooked by strawberries and skipped the hose at The Groom Room. All in a dog’s day in Pawsburg, right? Home now, tail tucked, with BBQ chicken from Adele. Love my barking mad life. Cheers from Pawsburg!”

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My name is Samillva, or Sammy, as Adele, my human, likes to call. She’s a proper one, that Adele – right scholar, you know, manages the town library and all that. One would imagine I, a modest English Bulldog, would take after her in her bookish ways. Ah well, frisbees and bones, now that’s my idea of a good romp, gentlemanly you might say, napping under the old oak, out of sight of the genteel Victorians peering out over Westington Street.

Often times, when a night slips on Pawsburg and Adele locks the library doors, I bid her adieu. My tail wags unnoticed under the warm throw of the lamplight as I sneak off to the town none of the humans seem to have a snuff about, Pawsburg.

This is no ordinary town, mind you. Imagine, if you will, the Shepherd Skyline, the silver sheen of the Lower Siberian Summit, and the turrets of the Chihuahua Castle, against the midnight blue. It is something else, I’ll tell you that. I make a point of dining at the Bow Wow Bistro, the Bark burger is a beast, quite literally if I might add, or get a slice from the Pupperoni Pizza.

Evenings were often spent wrestling my fears at the sight of water at The Groom Room or hunting down the latest squeaky toy at The Fetching Feline Pet Emporium, quite a paradox, that place, if you ask me.

Speaking of paradoxes, I shouldn’t miss out on strawberries. Now, that’s a mystery for the ages. Every creature, with a lick of sense, enjoys a juicy, vibrantly red strawberry, but it beats me, that tang, robs me of my genteel disposition, it does.

Ah well, the life of a Bulldog in Pawsburg is certainly full of complexities. Yet, it’s all worth it, for the savory BBQ chicken Adele greets me with on my return, and her warm laughter, when she finds me, tail tucked under, skirting the dreadful water hose.

Such is the life of an English Bulldog. It’s a dog’s life, they say. Quite correct, they are, and a jolly one at that. I tell you, my days are filled with surprises, friends, and confounding strawberries, but I wouldn’t trade this peculiar, adventurous existence for any other in the world, for it is my own peculiar tale as Sammy, Adele’s English Bulldog.

The End.