Willow’s Diary. 3/12/2026

Willow’s Diary. 3/12/2026

Dear Diary, I turned 8 recently, which means I am officially too mature, too wise, and way too tired for Reggie’s nonsense. Let’s start with the barking.Reggie barks at everything. Doors. Stairs. Mom. Dad. The idea of movement. Someone breathes upstairs? BARK. A door...
Reggie’s diary. 3/9/2026

Reggie’s diary. 3/9/2026

Dear Diary, I have discovered my true calling. Not model. Not athlete. Not “good boy” (that ship sailed years ago). I am a seat warmer.And also… an air quality disruptor. Today I sat on everyone.Mom? Sat on her.Dad? Sat on him harder.Other dogs? Absolutely sat on them...