Hey Mom, it’s me, Lilly Bug. You’d be amused to know, in the grand tale of Spencerville, I’ve been cast as the comedic queen. My kingly quests usually consist of dodging the scary Vet and the monstrous Vacuum, ruling the sun-baked backyards, and cavorting with my favorite treats. Though I wouldn’t give up my throne, make sure not to leave this gracious queen alone too long. Hope you’re proud! IM-PAW-sibly excited to share more soon. Woof Woof! 🐾

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Spencerville, some dreamed up heaven for pets, the damned run by our own democratic will. Picture it, my friends – it is not so different from ours. Silver Siberian Summit, Cream Maltese Meadow and the infamous Bullmastiff Boardwalk; haunts of the pets embraced by the ferryman, where the frolic is elevated to a new mastery of mischief. Those neon palaces of gastronomy; Pupsicle Palace, Pup-Tizers, Pup-Tastic Pizza. Then those evergreen avenues of materialistic madness; Canine Couture Clothing, The Doggy Depot, The Howling Husky Hardware Store. And amidst all this fantastical lore, Lilly.

Now, I ain’t a betting man, or maybe I am, but I’ll stake my rusty silver dollars that if ever a beast were to lay claim to the crown of this strange land, it would be that squishy little bulldog, Lilly, irrefutable mistress of all she surveys. Especially if that survey extends to include remote control cars, a toy opossum, those heavy-handed power drills. Her dominion, undeniable.

Her physiognomy is as fascinating as her idiosyncrasies; a black circle around her right eye, a white canopy over the left, a spark of defiant bravado in that right tooth that wouldn’t learn to hide, and a lolling tongue that dared to be anything but ordinary. Oh, and a bit of extra girth, biding its time to become a story of its own, if it ever found the right scribe.

At once stubborn and loyal, our damsel is not one to be trifled with, a true knight in dented armor, but she is not without her tender spaces. Her fragile heart owned by a few select humans, and her strange love affairs with ice cream, pizza crust, cheese puffs, helpless against a rogue, occasionally wild roaming burger. The Damned dog food laid waste and forgotten.

Her kingdom? Oh, those stellar summer lands. The backyards where she reigns absolute under the Spencerville sun and the shimmering pools in which she regally basks. Avoid at all costs the Vacuumius Maximus and the dread halls of the Vet! Repugnant affairs they are. Others of her kind? Not her favourite subjects those.

Then there is her solitude, as coveted as the iron throne, but don’t dare leave her alone too long, less you wish to encounter the growling dragon that stirs within. A beloved grey queen, with an unforgettable charm, even her grumpy side couldn’t dull the love surrounding her. And so, the tale of Lilly continues, an English bulldog carving her name in the annals of Spencerville lore. Stubborn, loyal, not without that disturbing delight, she lumbers on, an enigma in her furry attire. All hail, Queen Lilly, bestowing her paw prints on Spencerville.

The End.

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