Hey Mom, living the dream at Spencerville! Navigating doggy delis + pawstries, dodging baths, tennis balls and ear cleanings, love boxing with Sammy. Minor grumble – rain, major perk – mammoth struts. At the end of the day, making statues out of dirt and loving the dog life. Where’s my chew bone, btw? 💕 Roxy Foo-Foo

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Hello, it’s me, Roxy, the delightfully dense mélange of Rottweiler, Chow Chow, and a whimsical whoop of Labrador. Now, sure, I’m a Canis familiaris. But do I feel more like a “womanus supremus”? You betcha! Welcome, my friend! This is exquisite Spencerville: my home, my kingdom. You wanna hear a story? Get comfortable, then. Grab a peanut butter sandwich if you will, I know I would.

In a town designed to appear as human as yesterday’s meatloaf, we plucky pets are like frisky folks among ourselves. Mystical, magical Spencerville, where a good gander at the Doggy Bagel Deli – the crème de la crème of our food joints – had me salivating out of both corners of my mouth. And did I mention the pawstries at Paws-A-Latte? Divine! Alas, the humans in this place, they pale. It’s like comparing a sirloin steak to a rubber bone.

You’ll often find Sammy and me galavanting around Golden Gate Gardens, immensely appreciating my own foliage-inspired sculptures. Trust me; nothing mirrors your creative flair like a pile of dirt you’ve dug yourself. The place has such charm, smell, and ambience, so much so, even my Cherophobia subsides. I suppose the dips in Western Labradoodle Lake do just that. Major concern – bath time. Nightmare central, trust me!

Speaking of nightmares, is there anything worse than dog ear cleaning? Well, maybe a trip to the vet or a tennis ball that keeps returning! Now, I do enjoy a good pull rope tug-o-war; it’s almost like arguing with Sammy, actually. But when it comes to tennis balls – you toss it, I fetch it, you toss it again… “infinity” much? That’s “fetching v2.0” for you! Phew!

And then there’s the rain—just like an uninvited acquaintance showing up at your dinner party while you’re in your slippers. I’d rather have a warm doggy bed, thank you very much.

And yet, there’s beauty in this chaos, an oddly satisfying rhythm to the racket. From my joyously messy ventures into the forest around Spencerville, to Sammy’s hilarious escapades when he thinks nobody is watching, to the Paws-A-Latte worker Tina, who seems to have a very, shall we say, organic bond with that caffeine machine.

Every day is a roller coaster ride of dealing with minor inconveniences like bad weather and annoying medicine administration and major highs like trips to Happy Hounds for a triumphant strut. Through it all, one thing stays the same – Sammy and I, allies to each other, always. Yes, the chicken nuggets help.

At the end of the day, I’m just a dog. A complex, clever, curious, canine cacophony, thriving on the ups and downs of Spencerville, relishing every lick, snack and nap with a bone’s delight. It’s a dog’s life, they say; I say it’s a life well-lived. Welcome to the Barking Office, my friend! Now, where did I leave my chew bone?

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