“Hey mom-and-dad,

Taking a tail-wagging adventure in Pawsburgh! Cobblestone streets, K9 kebabs aroma in the air, blanket-browsing at The Pooch Playhouse and dining with Tiki, Anna and Wesley – such fun. Sorely missing the dreaded vacuum cleaner here, oddly. Beware: Rain morphs into sticky popcorn showers in Pawsburgh. Not to worry, seasoned traveler Puggie remains unfazed. Lots of fun and chaos in this whimsical heaven. Here’s to more.”

Licks, Puggie 🐾

There I was, Sweet Pugnatious Puggie Pbear, journeywoman of time and space, late of Earth, now of Pawsburgh. A seasoned traveller, born from a chance tryst between a Chihuahua and a Pug – ardent lovers, oblivious to the worldly norms of breed and stature.

In Pawsburgh, the sun never sets at the opportune moment; the local watch is governed by the snores of distant masters. Upon those masters’ REM cycles we frolic at Western Husky Hill, hold court in the Northern Choco Chihuahua Castle or hang our tails out at Brindle Brown Boxer Beach. Oh, the joy of time-travel! Leaving earth’s restricting hands of time, the woes of appearing too grey or too spry, a matter conveniently lost in Pawsburgh’s enchanting haze.

The scent of grilled meats from K9 Kebabs wafted through the air as I stepped on the cobblestone streets. Now, this could make even the sauciest cat drool. Further down, Waggle n’ Wok announced a new addition – bacon wrapped chicken. Need I say, I’ve always fancied poultry?

Dining alone is a bore, especially in such delightful company. Tiki and Anna, those pint-sized balls of energy, shared my love for the exotic. Wesley, the Frenchie with the heart of a leopard, boasted a palate as eclectic as his own breed. Though I couldn’t grapple with his fondness for lettuce. Or was it the sushi from Cat’s Meow? Ah nevermind! To each their own, as I always say.

Strolling around, the Woofy Bakery, The Pooch Playhouse and The Canine Cafe collectively weaved stories of camaraderie and fun—the very soul of Pawsburgh. The Pooch Playhouse stocked my favorite tiger pink blankets. A memento from home, a comfortable piece of the mundane in a land defined by its chaos.

No snow, no vacuums, the tranquillity of Pawsburgh was revered. But amidst the harmony, my heart craved a dash of danger – my old nemesis from earth, the vacuum cleaner – was it here, lurking in the dark alleyways? Ah, the timeless pet peeve. But even in this idyllic dog town, there was none. A blessing? Or did danger don a new face in Pawsburgh?

In this sorcery-laden town, there was one tormentor I dreaded – a formidable proof of evolution gone awry – the rain! Droplets, seemingly benign in their earthly form, morphed into sticky popcorn showers in Pawsburgh. Who plays such a cruel joke on an innocent visitor like me? Just as I contemplated, a drizzle started.

Oh, the dreaded popcorn showers! Such cruel this reality, the joke was on me! A soggy, corn-smelling traveler of time and space, desperately missing the good old sun basking spots.

As I sprinted for refuge, abandoning the charm of the city and the titillation of the new food adventures discovered, I couldn’t help but smile. Popcorn showers today, who knows what to expect tomorrow in this whimsical doggie-heaven?

Not to fear, Sweet Pugnatious Puggie Pbear has seen and endured! Bacon perils, popcorn showers, the time escapades keep me going. Here’s to my next adventure in Pawsburgh!

The End.