Dear Diary,
I am still not over what happened today. **Day TWO in a row of walking.** That’s right. Another **4.7 miles**. I don’t know what ritual mom and dad performed to summon this kind of magic, but I hope they keep doing it. And here’s the best part: **THREE WALKERS.** Dad took Willow, Mom handled Arya, and *Teigean walked me.* I felt like royalty. A personal human. For me. Reggie. Obviously deserved.
Arya spent most of the walk doing her usual dramatic routine—seeing another dog and acting like the world was ending. Meanwhile, I stayed focused on the real mystery of the universe: those rolling things humans ride that look like **two giant black donuts stuck together**. I am convinced they might be delicious. Possibly crunchy. Possibly forbidden. Every time I tried to investigate, Mom and Dad immediately shut it down. Dad kept saying, *“No bicycles.”* Which I am 100% sure is code for **“Do not let Reggie discover the truth about the donuts.”** Suspicious. Very suspicious.
Still, it was an excellent day. Long walk, cool air, multiple humans, and plenty of chances to judge everyone else for being strange. I slept hard afterward, like a dog who has truly earned his rest. If tomorrow includes more walking and fewer donut restrictions, I will consider it a perfect life.
— Reggie 🐾