Dog Diaries: Entry #12 – Arya’s Nose Knows

Dog Diaries: Entry #12 – Arya’s Nose Knows

Dear Diary, I don’t know what’s coming out of Reggie, but it’s offensive. My nose is a precision instrument, and he’s treating it like a gas chamber. The kennel? A nightmare. He farts. Constantly. And somehow, Mom thinks it’s me. I’m being framed by a tongue-flopping...
Dog Diaries: Entry #10 – Arya’s Aloof Agenda

Dog Diaries: Entry #10 – Arya’s Aloof Agenda

Dear Diary, I exist. I observe. I do not engage. The cats? They’re always complaining. About food. About Reggie. About gravity. I don’t get it. Life is simple—nap, snack, patrol, repeat. But these furballs act like the world owes them a drama award. And the noise. The...
Dog Diaries: Entry #9 – Willow’s Wisdom

Dog Diaries: Entry #9 – Willow’s Wisdom

I’ve been here the longest. I’ve seen things. I’ve chewed things. I’ve buried things. And I’ve tolerated a lot. But this? This Reggie humping Ace situation? Absolutely disgusting. I don’t care if it’s dominance, confusion, or some weird dog ritual. It’s beneath the...
🐾 Dog Diaries: Day 1 — “The Cold Conspiracy”

🐾 Dog Diaries: Day 1 — “The Cold Conspiracy”

By Reggie, Professional Blanket Lump I don’t know what the cats are always complaining about. This place is great. Warm blankets. Snacks. Humans who don’t move nearly enough when I’m trying to nap on top of them. But every morning, the humans say, “Reggie, wanna go...