Dear Diary,
It’s me, Reggie.
It’s Sunday, and I love Sundays. Sundays mean cuddles with Mom and Dad ALL day long… except when they say it’s time for me to go outside in this frigid cold to go to the bathroom. UGH.
Like, why do the cats get to go in boxes full of weird clay sand pebbles that the humans clean up for them, while I have to go outside and let the whole world see me do my business? I don’t get it.
And Arya—don’t even get me started. She’s so shy about going to the bathroom. She always has to make sure no one is looking. What does she think we’re going to do, push her over or make fun of her? She is so dramatic about everything.
And yet… the humans say I’m dramatic.
Excuse me. I am NOT dramatic. I am simple.
Give me a cuddly, warm, soft blanket, lots of water, some yummy goodness, and I am in heaven. A few belly rubs are great. My chew tire and tug ball? Absolutely exceptional.
I am not dramatic.
I am a DIVO.
Now, don’t mind me. I’m going to nap on Mom’s lap and dream of warm summer days ahead… even though it doesn’t seem like they’re getting here fast enough.
Love,
Reggie 🐾💙