Dear Diary,
Today was one of the roughest days I’ve ever had. My brain feels like it’s been through a blender. Ace hit me with so many riddles, I started questioning the meaning of life. I tried to keep up, I really did—but somewhere between “What has hands but can’t clap?” and “What gets wetter the more it dries?” I started drooling. Not just a little. Like, full-on puddle.
Dad saw the slobber situation and said, “Buddy, it’s bath time.” I didn’t even resist. I just stood there, defeated, letting the warm water wash away my shame. Afterward, he put on my new sweater (which is actually kind of awesome), turned on the heating pad, and tucked me in like the good boy I am.
And you know what? That heating pad is magical. I felt like a toasted marshmallow wrapped in love. Life was good again.
But don’t think I’ve forgotten. Ace may have won today, but revenge is brewing. I don’t know how yet… maybe I’ll drool on his silky fur. Maybe I’ll bark every time he tries to nap. Maybe I’ll hide his favorite toy. The possibilities are endless.
For now, I rest. But tomorrow… the war of wits continues.
—Reggie 🐾