Dear Diary,
The big kids are home! Everything smells different now—like excitement and socks. So much going on… SQUIRREL!
Uh, what was I saying? Oh yeah, the kids are back, and the house smells like something Dad called “Garlic teriyaki, ginger brisket.” I don’t know what that means, but WOW, my nose is having a party. I tried to lick the air. Didn’t work.
It’s cold outside. I hate cold. Even Willow has a jacket now. But let me tell you—she looks like a hot mess. Her chest is so big and her back end so small, she looks like a pink blob that might be 12 months pregnant. HA! That was a Reggie joke. I crack myself up.
Anyway, I’m gonna go stare at Dad until brisket magically appears in my mouth. Wish me luck.
—Reggie 🐾