Dear Diary,
Today was another one of those long-walk days—three in a row now, each time clocking in at 4.76 miles. Whew, I'm beat! My paws are aching, and all I want is to curl up and snooze. But at least Ace is here, snuggling right up to my butt to keep warm. He's like my personal heater, and honestly, I don't mind sharing the warmth.
Speaking of warmth, Dad keeps the house so darn cold! Even Mom complains about it. He says something about waiting until the insulation is put back in because he can't afford to turn up the heat otherwise. Whatever that means—human stuff, I guess. But if he can just twist that thermostat knob, why doesn't he? We'd all be happier with a toasty house!
The highlight of the day was watching Reggie and Willow go after those sneaky squirrel raiders not once, but twice! They almost had 'em, but Reggie just can't keep quiet. He barks at everything—leaves rustling, birds chirping, I swear if a mouse farts, he's on it like a siren. Spoils the fun every time. Meanwhile, I played protector for Ace, shielding him while we huddled together against the chill.
I tried to sneak in a nap while Dad was out in that hot water thing outside—the hot tub, he calls it. It looks so inviting, all steamy and bubbly. I wish I could jump in with him! But nope, strict rule: "No dogs in the hot tub." Dad spends a lot of time in there to rest and relax, I suppose. Mom says he needs to de-stress better, whatever that entails. Personally, I think the solution is simple: more dog snuggles and belly rubs! We'd fix him right up.
Until tomorrow, Diary. Time to dream of warmer days and squirrel chases.
Woofs and tail wags,
Arya
February 17, 2026