“Dad, Spencerville’s great. Barking at seagulls at Boxer Beach and a fetch-n-bite burger treat. Though, they served me salad – oh, the horror! Miss your warm laps and even ear cleanings. Solitude’s charming but longing for our heartbeat rhythm. Made some new pals here, waiting for the day to see you again! Independence, quite a joke, huh? Love, your Stells.”

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From the moment daylight bristles through the lofty greens of Cream Maltese Meadow, her eyes open, a curious mix of caramel browns dancing with life, bathing in natural radiance. Yes, it’s Stella. She trots down the meadow now y’know, an English Bully, who ain’t no bully at all. Facets of white, brown and black brindle dappling her back, radiating in the sunbeam festival, although her heart juts back to him, to Dad.

Pining for his company already, Stella isn’t she? Guess independence is relative, now that’s a joke! Here in Spencerville, she’s independent alright, but always longing for a warm lap, the gentle hum of familiar human rhythm beneath her ears. Ah, the ears! Guess there’s a silver lining after all – No Dad, no ear cleanings! That’s a smooth deal, ain’t it?

As Stella wades through her day, the waves of Boxer Beach kiss her paws meanwhilst she barks at the seagulls. That’s the spirit, the loyalty of an English Bully. But oh, the dread of that moment when her play with the seagulls, so rudely interrupted by the siren call of lunchtime. Fetch-N-Bites, Kibble Cuisine, Bow Wow Burgers…a juicy hamburger, plump and hearty sounds just right.

She lopes over to Bow Wow Burgers, the anticipation of savouring this cherished treat, and then… Salad! Nothing grates her more than greens, trust me. A disdainful snort is all it warrants. Ain’t that just Stella? A salad served to an English Bulldog! Quite the drama it stirs up.

Sunset slumbers at Corgi Castle are a time of serenity, paws over her St. Louis Blues stuffed bone toy. Ah, the sweet charm of solitude. Close her eyes and she can almost feel that familiar rhythm of Dad’s heartbeat, rocking her gently to sleep. Echoes of those memories and then the night whispers in hushed tones, the stars glittering, outshining the last vestiges of the setting sun, bringing warmth to her slumber.

Stella isn’t alone, hell no. She has her bonds kept taut with fellow animals that have become her family in Spencerville. Together navigating the nuances of their relationships, each holding a piece of their human families close to their hearts. A fraternity of souls forming a mosaic of lives spent in happiness and zeal, waiting, just waiting for the day when they’ll be cradled in familiar arms once again.

Stella, the English Bully with a zig-zag brindle, she is more than she seems, a colossal potpourri of loyalty, love and yeah, loathing for ear-cleanings, navigating through a labyrinth of emotions in her little paradise called Spencerville. Living a life as humanly possible, waiting for that day when she reunites with her beloved Dad. And such is Stella’s purpose in this tranquil town, the journey peppered with Fetch-N-Bites and dreaded salads.

The End.

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