Hey there, your adventure-loving, pizza-gobbling, bone-chomping Daisy trotted around Pawsburg last night in grand style. Pup-Tastic Pizza? Scarfed! Howling Husky top chew? Swiped! Soccer practice with Rocky? Nailed! No Veggie Bagel though, of course, had to stick firm to my meat-loving principles! Home b4 dawn, safe and sound. P.S. Say goodbye to your favorite sauce-stained t-shirt! – Your Midnight Marauder, Daisy 😉🐾

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Alright boys and girls, get ready. I’m about to spin you a yarn so wild you’d wish you had a tail to wag. Now, Daisy, my stupendous blend of Dachshund and Beagle, well, she slipped off into the night like a ninja dog adorable escape. Where’d she go? Pawsburg, of course, where else?!

Picture this, Daisy, trotting down the crabgrass streets of East Bulldog Bay, the moonlight glistening off her soulful eyes. Her characteristic calm self was brimming with dizzying anticipation, you know the kind that sends your tail waggin’ like it’s got an affair with the wind?

On her adventurous spree, first stop; Pup-Tastic Pizza. She loves human food, trust me. Especially steak, but they didn’t serve that there. More’s the pity. I could see Daisy, in my mind’s eye, tormenting her taste buds, eating that Scrappy Supreme with her usual delicate style. Good lord, the sight of it.

After chowing down, she visited The Howling Husky Hardware Store. No, she didn’t need nails or a hammer, but they have bones. The real ones, all cleaned up and ready to gnaw, the type she relishes. She was as excited as a Cubs fan with a hot dog. But, sure enough, she only picked Lamb Chops, her stuffed toy, from the store as if to balance her carnivorous instincts.

Daisy then trotted off to Upper Black Bulldog Bay, as her stomach curdled rivaling a storm on a rough seafaring day. Why’d she go there? To meet Rocky. Tall, handsome Rover of Pawsburg, owner of killer-nose of the Westies, and a fierce companion in those nights away from home. To watch them train for the yearly Bark-N-Roll soccer championship, well, it was like seeing a Labrador play chess. Astoundingly unexpected, mildly hilarious and endearing, all at once.

Her full-bellied run, the mud splatters and the occasional, begrudging rain showers were like life tyring to bathe her. Against her will, of course! Even the thought of it gets a chuckle out of me. And all this while, she kept away from the Doggy Bagel Deli. For she has an irrational dislike for anything-non meat. The much-hyped Veggie Bagel even less so.

She returned home before dawn, tired but satisfied. Who knew a dog could have such adventures! She was part Messi, part Bourdain and wholly Daisy. She cuddled next to me and fell asleep as the first light painted the skies. If any of you ever find yourself in Pawsburg, look out for my Daisy. She will be there, living her dream in her own quiet, introverted style. But tell her, she’s not getting another pizza until next month. That last sauce stain was a horror to wash off.

The End.

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