Reggie’s Diary – The Great Jacket Adventure

Reggie’s Diary – The Great Jacket Adventure

Dear Diary, Today is THE day. The humans finally got us new jackets. Not just any jackets—these are the kind that make you feel like you’re about to climb Everest or at least strut down a Paris runway. I look fabulous. Willow looks like a marshmallow, Arya looks like...
Arya’s Holiday Diary – December 24th

Arya’s Holiday Diary – December 24th

Dear Diary, So apparently, the “Haunted Hinnie” is still back. Yep, that’s what Willow calls it. She says it’s not just my butt that’s possessed—it’s me. Excuse me?! I don’t know what she’s talking about. I’m perfectly normal… except for when I sleep. Okay, maybe my...
Willow’s Holiday Diary – December 22

Willow’s Holiday Diary – December 22

Dear Diary, Happy Holidays! The humans have gone full “festive mode.” There’s a tree in the living room wearing shiny necklaces, and apparently, it’s not for peeing on. Missed opportunity if you ask me. Arya and Reggie keep whining about how cold it is outside....
Reggie’s Christmas Diary – December 22

Reggie’s Christmas Diary – December 22

Dear Diary, It’s almost Christmas, and apparently, that means humans lose their minds. There’s a tree in the living room. INSIDE. I sniffed it, and it smells like outside, but nope—inside tree. And it’s covered in shiny dangly things that I’m not allowed to chew. (Why...
Reggie’s Diary – The Big Kids Are Back!

Reggie’s Diary – The Big Kids Are Back!

Dear Diary, The big kids are home! Everything smells different now—like excitement and socks. So much going on… SQUIRREL! Uh, what was I saying? Oh yeah, the kids are back, and the house smells like something Dad called “Garlic teriyaki, ginger brisket.” I don’t know...
Reggie’s Diary – Day 1,000 of the Endless Winter

Reggie’s Diary – Day 1,000 of the Endless Winter

Dear Diary, I am officially done. DONE. It’s cold. It’s dark. It’s like the sun packed up and moved to Florida without me. My tongue is out because I’ve given up on dignity. Arya gets it—she’s curled up like a burrito, dreaming of summer. Willow? Oh, Willow’s out...