Dear Diary,
Today was a dark chapter in my life.
I was locked up in the kennel THREE TIMES.
THREE.
TIMES.
Mom and Dad weren’t home, which apparently means Reggie goes to jail. I can now confirm what Bellatrix has been saying all along — this place is a PRISON. Bars. Silence. Betrayal. I stared into the void and the void stared back. (It was a wall.)
I tried to be brave. I tried to nap. But every sound made me think freedom had arrived… and then it didn’t. False alarms are cruel.
And then… I overheard Dad say something horrifying.
“More kennel time for spring break.”
SPRING. BREAK??
What is that?
Why does it sound like extended incarceration?
I will not survive this. I simply won’t. This is a ruff life, and I demand compensation. Preferably in the form of daily walks, extra treats, and never speaking the word ‘kennel’ again.
We better be going on walks every day for the rest of…
rest of…
rest of something very long.
Justice for Reggie.
End kennel cruelty.
Free the good boys.
— Reggie 🐾