Hey Mom. It’s your favorite Bulldog, Clovie! Just living my best life in Spencerville, the pet’s paradise. You won’t believe it – fluffy bones and tail waggin’ tailors for days! I keep busy with the Doggy Depot gang, (the Pet Avengers is our fancy name, if you please!). Eat hearty, share tales, sniff out the unusual – all in a day’s work. Missing you sure, but living the furry dream. But heck, let’s not bring rain to a sunny park. Woof for now! 🐾🐶🦴

-Clovie

Well, alright – here goes. It’s an unusually pleasant day in our amazing Spencerville if you can imagine that, our glorious paradise where pets lead lives as majestic and free as the town’s legends claim. I’m not just any resident of this utopia though. Name’s Clovis – English Bulldog, explorer of curiosities, and fiercely dedicated to my dear human mum. Remember that, won’t you?

Now Spencerville isn’t your average place, you see. It’s a town designed for us, the cherished pets left behind – some might call it a pet’s utopia or even the hallowed Pup-eroni. I have spent many a splendid evening sharing tales and chow at that joint, I tell you. But today, something unusual is in the air. Can’t quite place my paw on it but it’s ruffling the fur on the back of my neck.

Ah! There’s my brother, Gilbert – a lively character, him, always frolicking about in the snow like some overgrown pup! The sight would get a chuckle from anyone…apart from Zelda of course. She’s a stoic lass, my sister is, doesn’t much care for Gilbert’s antics, but we love him all the same.

Hold on a second! You’ll have to pardon me, I’ve caught a whiff of – Ah yes! My favorite, a large, white, plush bone. This wet food had me worried for a minute. Always so hearty, never fails to hit the spot.

Oh, it seems there’s an assembly at the Tail Wagger’s Tailor. This is important, being part of the Doggy Depot gang and all. We’re a motley crew, us dogs, don’t let anybody tell you otherwise – the Pet Avengers some call us. Highfalutin, sure, but it has its perks.

Now, where was I? Right, the Tailor! Have to hurry now, I do. Let’s meet up at Lower Golden Gate Gardens later, alright? You’ll enjoy the stories there. After all, we’re all storytellers here in Spencerville, living our stories, spinning our tales and waiting, always waiting, for a reunion that’s to come. But it’s not so bad, you know, especially with sunny parks for stretching and plush bones for suckling. It’s a good life, I’d say. Yes indeed, a very good life indeed.

The End.

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