
The leaves are crunchy, the air is chilly, and my hiney? Still sensitive. I donât understand why Mom and Dad get so upset when I sit on things. Outside, the concrete is freezing, so I sit on Arya. Sheâs warm and squishy. Inside, I seek out the softest, coziest spot in the house: Momâs pillow.
I even warm it up for her. With farts. Because Iâm thoughtful like that. But for some reason, she doesnât appreciate my efforts. She says, âReggie, no!â but I know deep down she hates cold pillows. Humans are weird.
Anyway, happy fall. May your hiney always find something soft to sit on.
â Reggie đ

