Hey Human Mom,

It’s Kirb here. Life is paw-some in pet heaven. Made a band with my fur siblings, entertained Spencerville. Just like old times, except every day is a sunny day and we won against a grumpy bulldog. All involves goldfish crackers. You’d love to watch. Miss you, but I’m living the dream with lots of music and laughs.

Till later,
Sugar-face 🐾

So there I was, Kirby, the English bulldog with a heart for gold….fish crackers, living it up in the magnificent city of Spencerville. Now, if you’ve never been to Spencerville – and why would you, it’s a town for departed pets, best place a pet could leave this mortal coil to – let me paint you a picture.

The buzz here is like the way you feel when you see a full box of your favorite treats. There’s Southern Golden Retriever River where the glisten of the water is just as I imagine those golden biscuits in the Pup-Peroni would be. Now, don’t get me started on Collie Canyon, brimming with adventure, reminiscent of my backyard escapades.

Speaking of escapades, I believe it was a Monday. You can’t really tell; every day is a sunny day with a high chance of fun in Spencerville, you see. My siblings and I decided to do the unthinkable – form a band, right there in pet school. I could see it, our name in neon, “The Purple Dino and The Barks”.

Relishing the cacophonous symphony of my voice mingled with my siblings’, I, the inevitable frontman, practiced our number. It was no ordinary tune, more like a call and response with the avian orchestra nested in Chihuahua Castle. Sorta like my conversations with the squirrels, only less shouting and more singing.

We convened at the Bark ‘n’ Roll, our pooch version of a hipster café, obviously named after our distinct communication style. As we roared in laughter, gobbling up goldfish crackers, our plan began to take shape, and the excitement was infectious!

However, obstacles arose. The HeadHound of the pet school, aptly named Don Bulldog, was less than thrilled. Recalling the sheer horror of bath time, I faced Don, who looked like he’d just eaten a banana, which you know I despise. Stubborn? You bet your tail I am.

My determination solidified like that muck that clung to my fur. Nothing could stop us, not even Don. Bellowing our anthem in the heart of Spencerville, we proved music had its place in our lives.

That day was a victory, don’t ask me how. A raucous, joyful victory that echoed through the city buildings. And as the evening mellowed down, each one of us retired to the beloved corners of our perfect town with a bone in mouth.

So, here I am, the stalwart, stubborn star of Spencerville, telling you about the best day of my life… since every day is the best day of your life in this pet paradise. Hitching a ride on the wings of time, I wait, reliving my past glory days until I am reunited with my real glory – my human, missing me yet knowing I’m okay, living the dream in songs and laughter.

The End.