Hey Mom!

So, your daughter’s the top dog in the corporate kennel! Slaying meetings, charming clients, and I even got Bark Burgers drooling over our ideas. Nailing this role like a pro—though the real win? Snagged the last pizza treat. 🍕 Miss you lots. Tail wags and licks, till I’m home.

🌟 Star 🐾

First off, let me set one thing straight: life in Spencerville isn’t just about chasing tails and endless naps. No, my friend, we’re sophisticated creatures with careers and aspirations, and me? I’m basically the canine embodiment of a Fortune 500 CEO—if, you know, CEOs spent a good part of their day snoozing under their desks and had an insatiable longing for belly rubs.

Welcome to “The Pet Office,” Spencerville’s premier workspace, where I, Starlit Night—resident clever girl and fetch executive—am reigning queen. You might think it’s all chew toys and water cooler gossip, but let me tell you, it takes a sharp mind and a keen nose to stay on top in this place.

Now, I spend my weekdays trotting down the halls of Shepherd Skyline, the skyscraping hub of commerce with a view that stretches over Lower Golden Gate Gardens. You can catch me at my prime during our board meetings at the round table in Corgi Castle. That’s where the big bones are buried, figuratively speaking, and where I’ve made some of my most legendary plays.

So, there I was this morning, my white chest gleaming like freshly fallen snow (if snow were made of fur and smelled like dog shampoo from The Pampered Pooch Salon), ready to lead my team of the most vibrant personalities. There’s Tex, my right-paw man with a bark that has more authority than the sternest of Howl & Order judges—he’s my confidante, my wing-dog.

Walking into the office, always first to arrive because punctuality is next to dogliness, I make my way to the treat stash. But not just any snack will do—I’m after the pizza-flavored ones that taste like a slice of heaven. Honestly, who can resist the allure of cheese and pepperoni… in biscuit form? Certainly not I.

But before I can indulge, there’s work to be done. First up, a client meeting with Bark Burgers—they want to collaborate on a new promotional frisbee. And I, the aficionado of both tasteful branding and literal tastes, am all about it.

Meeting after meeting, I lead with a serene assurance. I can see it in their eyes; they’re thinking, “Wow, Starlit really knows how to hold the room.” It’s not just because I radiate calmness; it’s my unparalleled input that commands respect. “What if,” I suggest, “we make the frisbees float for those beach-loving pups? You’ve seen me at the beach, right? Fetching frisbees like it’s my job—which it sort of is.” Approval barks all around.

Lunchtime rolls around, and Paws On The Grill is calling my name. But, as I make my way, I can’t help but notice the cameras, the boom mics hovering like curious seagulls—ah, the film crew documenting our daily grind. No pressure, Starlit. Just be your charming self.

And though I miss my human, I know that this… this is my place for now, my domain. I have dogs to manage, deals to make, and yes, sunny spots to nap in. My days here are full, my friends are true, and the pizza-flavored treats? Well… they’re just the cherry on top.

Oh, and about the thing I don’t like to eat? Let’s just say that even in Spencerville, there will be mysteries that remain unsolved. Keeps life interesting, you know?

Till we sniff again,
Starlit Night

The End.