“Hey Mom & Dad, it’s Goosey! Had a regal day! Ascended Husky Hill at dawn; had a fun game of fetch, no swim. Enjoyed my boneless roast chicken at Bone Appetit, got a smug shot at Best in Show, inspected toys at Fetch! Toys and Treats. Slight scandal at Pup-Tastic Pizza, pesky streamers! Spent my dusk lounging on Shepherd Skyline, dreaming of all my adventures. Miss you, but holding down my kingdom like a true queen! Licks n’ Wags, Lucy 🐾👑”

As we venture into the enchanted realm of Spencerville, I, your humble and steadfast narrator, awaken to recount another delightful day in the life of our beloved Lucy. Indeed, Lucy, that Petit Basset Griffon Vendeen of considerable character and immeasurable charm, queen of the nap and connoisseur of the roasted chicken, rules her realm from her throne made of clouds and sunbeams.

Today, like all mornings, I found Lucy leisurely strolling down Husky Hill, her opulent coat of tan and white fluttering gently in the morning breeze, oversized ears lending her an air of aristocratic majesty. How beautiful she looked in the morning sun, a vision of delight to behold!

With a wag of her tail, she led us along Boxer Beach, her soft paw prints mingling with those of other aristocrats of the animal kingdom. She indulged in an engaging game of capture the driftwood with a larger but less nimble golden retriever. With a firm refusal of an invitation to a water frolicking, she then led us to her favored breakfast hotspot, Bone Appetit.

Our dear Lucy, stubborn as she was selectively agreeable, made her ostentatious arrival at the aforementioned restaurant. After her human-like existence had been aptly acknowledged, her order was presented by the patient waiter, a toothsome dish of roasted chicken – boneless, if you please. One could marvel at the childish glee Lucy exuded, her tail wagging in sync with her rapid chewing. Now, if the waiter had so much as dared to serve broccoli, the narrative would have invariably been off on a very different tangent, involving scornful looks and droopy ears.

In the cheerful day that was afoot, we visited the Best in Show Photography, where Lucy condescended to pose with a smug smile, leaning ever so slightly atop her favourite fluffy cushion. The memory captured, we then went on to Fetch! Toys and Treats where multiple rope toys and bones were scrutinized under her expert gaze.

However, the highlight of the day came during our visit to Pup-Tastic Pizza, where the usual tranquility was shattered by a thunderous pop of the celebratory streamers, followed by her venerable majesty swiftly scampering under, what else, but my chair. The merriment promptly paused as we all waited for our slightly scandalized yet regal Lucy to regain her composure.

As evening descended over Spencerville, we ascended the Shepherd Skyline, and Lucy, with a sigh of contentment, curled up on her favourite patch of grass under the waning moon. Napping once more, dreaming her lucid dreams of chicken, rope toys and an endless field of earthly delights, she was reminding us all, yet again – how to truly live a life; a life that speaks of contentment, courage and chicken.

Lucy, our queen, resident and spirit of Spencerville, waits patiently for her day of reunion with her parents, her days etched with boundless joy, stubborn quirks, and an undeniable lovable warmth.

The End.