Hey there! Ava Kailey Bree here, aka your favourite Rottweiler protagonist from Pawsburg! I’m wagging my tail around South Poodle Pond, dining on steak popsicles at Pupsicle Palace, arguing with Max about where to eat or shop, and getting wisdom-filled sighs from Lola. In between, I also wake up to the same day twice. Just another ordinary day in this extraordinary life, unmatched with anything in Leonardtown. Stay pawsitive and treat yourself, always. ~ Ava 🐾

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I woke up again this week in the beautifully peculiar place called Pawsburg. Here I am, in an alternate reality that exists but doesn’t, where my friends and I dart around South Poodle Pond and scamper up to Shepherd Skyline. Funny thing is, as much as I hate tomatoes; I love these trips. They feel like a heist heaving with jovial jingles of shared conspiracy. In simple words, the adventure becomes the oxygen I breathe.

Oh, look! It’s Max and Lola at The Barkery—one of Pawsburg’s prime canine establishments. Lola’s probably getting a pawdicure or something. Lola likes the grooming, although I tell you, looking at her golden coat, I don’t quite see the need. Max, on the other hand, would rather pick his teeth with leftovers from a Pupsicle Palace treat than bear witness to scrubbing and shampooing. Men!

We spotted each other and wagged our tails in an unbridled incidence of shared affection.

“Why not Pup-Tizers?” Max questioned, and out flowed his usual dispute about restaurant rivalry. But why engross myself in the hound dogma of it, when Pupsicle Palace has steak popsicles! Just thinking about them makes my tail wag uncontrollably.

Max tried to change my mind, discerning my distraction, “I heard Fetch! Toys and Treats received a shipment of Squirrel stuffies. And The Pawsome Pet Pharmacy developed a steak-shaped chewable vitamin for dogs.”

Though it did sound appealing, nothing could pull my attention from steak popsicles.

Lola sighed, with her wisdom shining through. ‘Boys will be boys,’ she reaffirmed, and I barked in agreement.

We ambled on towards Pupsicle Palace with Lola, my wise and golden friend guiding our way. But way I must tell you, the story doesn’t end here, not by a long shot. This is Pawsburg, after all. Secrets lie beneath every paw print, quite unlike Leonardtown.

And adventure? It serves itself in platters more enthralling than a grilled steak or even a steak flavored popsicle, if such a tier of enthrallment existed. Here I am, Ava Kailey Bree, quite possibly the only Rottweiler living the same day twice. I breathe, I play, I eat steak popsicles, and I love. The perfect Pawsburgian life. All in a way that would make Nora Ephron proud.

The End.