Hey fam, it’s Testing!

Just a quick bark out from Pawsburg. It’s a dog’s life! Started the day with a climactic battle with Perry, ravaged a couple of Bow Wow Burgers, huffed and puffed up Husky Hill, gabbed with Zoe and Baxter in Golden Gate Gardens, and savored the sun at Brindle Brown Boxer Beach. Ended the day munching on a cheesy delight from Dog-gone Good BBQ! Pawsburg is paws-down the best place for this corgi to be a corgi. Missing you all!

Testy Tails 🐾

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I had just cracked open my eyes, stretching lazily in the soft, familiar confines of kennel when I remembered- today was the day! My humans had packed their bags and left, which meant, you guessed it, I was off to — Pawsburg! A WAVY-tail wagged frenetically behind me. My stuffed peacock (Perry, if you please) trembled beside me, its squeaky voice betraying an enthusiastic, albeit a bit apprehensive, excitement.

The jog to Pawsburg had become second nature to me. I instinctively veered off towards cherished stops- The Groom Room for a swift summer trim and the Howling Husky Hardware Store, just in case Perry decided to lose another feather.

First up, breakfast. As my pal Zoe says, “Okay, Whiskers, you’re a corgi, not a sniffer dog.” But boy, the waft from Bow Wow Burgers could wake any hound! So, I dashed, the totter in my walk not slowing down for a second. Demolishing burgers isn’t as fun when you’re not competing with Baxter though. Tails-down, best morning partner-in-crime ever — he doesn’t even mind losing!

Next, off to Husky Hill. Not exactly Everest, but it sure felt like conquering something. This butterball body isn’t built for mountain climbing, folks. Down at the foot, Golden Gate Gardens glowed invitingly. Greenery, sunshine and the best place for our rendezvous. Baxter, Zoe and I sharing secrets, gossiping about the palpable squirrel menace — those were the best days!

Drained, I wandered over to Brindle Brown Boxer Beach. Yes, even I, a creature of the Earth, appreciate the power of a lazy lounge by the water. Not water-logged, mind you — it’s a delicate balance.

By mid-afternoon, Perry reminded me of dinner. The heavenly aroma from Dog-gone Good BBQ was intoxicating and, okay, they serve my favorite cheese! Biting into the gooey cheddar, it felt like pure, delicious magic. The perfect day ender!

Pawsburg was more than just a secret place. It was growing alongside each other under the vast sky. It was losing races only to win all over again. It was grappling with squirrels, we may never catch. And it was accepting Baxter’s stolen burger victory knowing he would always be there, wagging tail and all.

Through the cloudy days in my warm kennel to the sunny days adventuring alongside Baxter and Zoe, Pawsburg shake out this silly ‘all dogs are the same’ nonsense. We all come as we are, sniffing out cheesy delights and occasionally getting a haircut. There was simply no better place for a dog to be a dog, just ask Perry.

The End.