Dear Diary,
It’s me, Reggie. Let me tell you something—this cold is no joke.
First off, Mom put our coats on this morning. I haven’t seen my coat in so long. Honestly, I would live in my coat or sweaters if the humans would let me. But noooo, they say they need to wash them, or Arya would eat them when we are in the kennel. Arya ALWAYS chews on things and ruins the fun.
But TELL ME WHY (okay, I know I sang that like a Backstreet Boy, but how can you not?) do they have snaps or Velcro? I swear there is a monster in the coats trying to attack my belly every time it goes on or off.
Then, because of the cold, Mom was home early, which was great—because she lets me snuggle into her new fuzzy blanket of goodness. It’s like a rabbit and a cloud had a baby. It’s that soft.
Plus, it’s great to rub it in Arya’s face. I get to cuddle with Mom’s blanket and she doesn’t. Hahahaha!
But then… in one of my dreams, I fell off her lap. I was holding onto her for dear life, but instead of helping me, Mom and Dad laughed at me. Teigean has said she’s done that to him before too. How could they laugh at their baby? Me. Their sweet baby boy.
When will this cold end? I am with Bellatrix—I am ready to move.
Until next time, Diary, I am going to enjoy the snuggles under this blanket and will emerge again in the spring.
— Reggie 🐶💙