“Hey mom, the journey’s wild! Left Spencerville for star cruising with a hodgepodge of pets on a gigantic Pet Starship. I’m bravely embraced my fears, even faced down a nasty German Shepherd! Discovered a planet that smelled like turkey – we’re calling it home, for now. Nostalgic for the lake by town and my backyard. Dodged a dimension full of green veggies – worst nightmare, amIright? More adventures to unravel till Spencerville summons. Miss ya, Chlobo 🐾.”

Listen to the story here.

Hold on tight to your star collars, Chloe’s gonna take us on a wild journey! Sweet Summer nights of Spencerville, that’s the beginning. Our space journey, it ain’t some lonesome adventure nor is it at the Retriever River or the White Westie Woods. Those are for another day. You see, we’re on a colossal vessel, a starship, a Pet Starship. A peculiar hodgepodge of canines and felines and birds and whatnot. But, there’s only one pug here, Chloe, our seasoned Fawn Pug.

“Chloe,” they’d all say, “why you so stubborn?” My stubbornness, it’s my shield, it’s my singular charm. It got me into scraps sure, but helped me out of some too. Once there was this growling German shepherd, you never met a creature mean as him. He decided to challenge my honor; I didn’t back down, but of course.

I adored walking on Southern Golden Retriever River under those stars. For me, each footfall was a step forward, leaving behind my fears – cityscapes, pools, and most of all, loneliness. Above and beyond, they are my dread.

‘Pup-Cakes, you say? Too sweet, no substance.’ I’d tell the others when we jumped by. My tastes are refined; I lean towards turkey, steak, and ham! Once on a distant planet, we landed and what emerged from the dust and the debris? I sniffed it… turkey! ‘Alright, folks, this is my place.’ It became our haven, our home away from Spencerville.

The starship ain’t bad, not bad at all. But it’s no tranquil lake by the edge of town, nor the safety of my backyard. Nothing can be, really. When the memories too potent, the anxious energy rising, I’d grab a chew toy. Much like the good old times, unwinding from our cosmic adventures.

But ‘Ventures ain’t just adventuring. You gotta be with them, spend time with them. Like I did with my caretaker. It made the universe manageable, even enjoyable. And then the day came when we drifted near a dimension with… with green vegetables! ‘No!’ I howled, sounding the alarm. It was time to scram!

My journey’s still continuing, my stories still writing themselves. You see, I’ll tell them all to you, each one, whether it’s the adventure with rawhide invaders or an encounter with a sock planet. That’s the world of Chloe, a pug with more tales to spin than wrinkles on my pug skin; space hopping from one adventure to another aboard this Pet Starship. Sail on, my friends, until Spencerville calls us back.

The End.