Hey Dad, it’s Beast! 👋 Sniffed out a new journey in Spencerville. Ears perked up for another steak round 🍖, shared belly rubs with my gal pal, Amy 🐶. The Choco Chihuahua Castle is massive! 🏰

Started going to Dapper Dog Salon 🛀, dazzling ’em with my good looks. Evenings are a wild hedgehog chase 🦔 – stolen by Amy, but always end up back in my paws!

Missing Izzy, my sidekick-sibling. Long for the day she crosses the Golden Retriever River 🐾. The sun sets, brings a gloomy guest who doesn’t know when to leave⛅.

Experienced everyday adventures at Beagle Beach 🏖️, took nature walks that were breathtaking. Spencerville may sound like a dog’s dream but honestly, it’s just home 🏠.

Weirdly, missing our dreaded vet visits👨‍⚕️, the solitude here bites harder. But no turning tail, living life paw by paw, till Izzy arrives and we reunite with you. For now, it’s just my lovable stubbornness, Amy, and a steak-filled journey. 🥩

Woofs and Wags,
Beast 🐕

Life had taken a turn, a turn that brought me, Gabby, to the land of Spencerville. The steak-scented breeze, and the delightful hubbub of Pawsome Pancakes, my newfound sanctuary, were a balm to the restlessness of my spirit. If there was a more dog-centered utopia, I hadn’t heard of it.

“Another round of steak, please!” I barked out my order, my voice filtered through a laugh and carried over the rustling of kibble at the nearby Kibble Cuisine. A taste of the luscious roast beef awaited, and my anticipation buzzed in the air, palpable and infectious.

My best friend, Amy, was nestled by my side on the porch of our palatial retreat. The Northern Choco Chihuahua Castle, it’s as grand as the name suggests. Our friendship was the envy of Spencerville, for it was made of an unspoken understanding, wrenching humor, and a love for oven-roasted steak of course.

I spent my afternoons, fussing about my appearance at the Dapper Dog Salon, my newly found haven of transformation. While evenings would find me scampering for my stolen Hedgehog toy, from my best friend-turned-adversary amidst the shenanigans of hide-and-seek. And yes, I always retrieved it. Always.

There was one thing that was missing from my life here, and that was my partner-in-crime, my sibling, Izzy. We’d huddled together, often in silence, sharing dreams and fears alike. Izzy wasn’t here yet. But I knew, understood, deep in my marrow that one day she’d walk across the Southern Golden Retriever River. Until then, it was just me, with Amy and the solitude that lurked at the edges.

There was a flip side to life in Spencerville, of course. No place is unblemished. Take the inconvenience of solitude, a problem intensified by my very stubbornness. No one said what happened in this town when the sun dipped below the horizon, how the melancholy of dusk slithered in with an unsolicited knock.

Did I mention about my everyday adventures? Of course, the solace at Beagle Beach or the tranquil walks that felt like an ambush of nature. You’d think Spencerville was painted in the palette of a canine fever dream, and yet, it is simply home.

If I’m being brutally honest, I secretly long for those good ol’ vet visits which I used to resent so much. The cold antiseptics and the unnerving needles, in hindsight weren’t half as awful as bathing in solitude.

Battle lines had been drawn though, and I pledged allegiance to this life’s adventures. If heart made a home, I’d say my heart has found a dwelling in Spencerville, till my sibling Izzy walks in through that door and till we are reunited with our dad. Bound by loyalty, motivated by steak, and driven by an uncanny stubbornness – here, I stand.

The End.