Hey Mom! Brace yourself, I’m no longer just ‘Harold’, I’ve become the inner-city canine knight of Spencerville known as ‘Harold the Hound!’ Who knew my love for pupcakes and penchant for peaceful paws would have me entangled in this comical quest for the ‘Pet Throne Game!’ Love, Harry the Good Guy.

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I saunter down Shepherd Skyline in Spencerville, hammering precious seconds off the universal clock, contemplating the delicious aroma emanating from the Fetching Deli. From the corner of my affectionate yellow eyes, I can see the looming crags of Choco Chihuahua Castle vastly spreading its gray finery across the melancholic winter sky, and the brown sandy expanse of Brindle Brown Boxer Beach jolly and festively scattered with playful hounds. And as things have turned out, I am not just ‘some hounds.’

Ready to bourgeon from a timid giant to an unheralded hero of the dog world, I needed sustenance and promptly directed my gentle heart towards Pupsicle Palace. Moments later, I rejoice in gastronomical ecstasy, savoring my kibble and steak-filled pupcake, only to be broken by the bringhtening fanfare of a squabble breaking out near the Pawsitively Purrfect Pet Store.

An assembly of friends gathered round, some agitated, some fascinated, all whimpering some version of a plot about the Pet Throne Game. Daft power struggles in our canine society. I didn’t bother about it at first, honestly, as there was a rather invigorating game of fetch going on at the other end of Shepherd Skyline. And then I heard a grating “House Harold!” My big ears pricked up!

All eyes stared at me, the yellow ones, the blue ones, and those ridiculously small but charming spaniel eyes. Mumbling whimpers echoed in murmurings and I gulped. Sense the impending dread, fellows? I cautiously wagged my light brown tail. And the crowd erupted.

Chester and Sylvester, despite their feline species, chanted my name – rather amusingly. A cat graciously joining canines in this sham spectacle smacked of absurdity, but this was Spencerville after all.

Sworn enemy Babe, the bold chihuahua of House Choco, acrid as a spoiled bone chew, barked his disproval, sparking off a cacophonous, full-bodied “HAROLD!” Not the ear-shattering battle roar, but more of the unanimous agreement on a chosen name to lead the kingdom, kind of bawl.

I am Harold, friends. I am the dog marking the sporadic but undeniably fascinating turn of events in Spencerville’s canine society. I am the one chosen to lead House Harold, and this then is my tale – a tale full of love, companionship warmth, lots of dinners and now – the Pet Throne Game! A tale of a timid wolf-mix giant who became a hero in the beautiful setting of Spencerville.

The End.

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