Dear Diary,
Today started out perfect. I had the couch all to myself—soft cushions, warm blanket, and peace at last. Reggie was snoozing like a log, and I thought, finally, some quiet time.
Then… it happened.
Out of nowhere, a strange sound came from behind me. A whisper? A creak? Or maybe… a ghostly toot? My hiney felt haunted! I shot up, ears perked, eyes wide. I scanned the room—nothing. No intruder, no squirrel, no snack thief. Just silence.
I sat frozen, wondering if the couch was cursed. Should I move? Should I bark? Or should I pretend it never happened? I chose the third option—because dignity matters.
Anyway, Christmas is coming! I can already smell the wrapping paper and hear the crinkle of temptation. I can’t wait to see what I can chew when no one’s looking. Maybe a bow… maybe a box… maybe the haunted couch itself.
Until then, I’ll keep my hiney on high alert.
—Arya 🐾