Dear Diary,
Today is THE day. The humans finally got us new jackets. Not just any jackets—these are the kind that make you feel like you’re about to climb Everest or at least strut down a Paris runway. I look fabulous. Willow looks like a marshmallow, Arya looks like a linebacker, and me? I’m basically a supermodel with paws.
We’re doing the 4.8-mile loop. Normally, that loop is the stuff of nightmares: cold, wet, dreary, and smells like sadness. But today? Today we’re warm, stylish, and ready to conquer the world. I even practiced my “I’m too cool for this walk” face in the mirror earlier. Nailed it.
Funny thing happened last time we did this loop: I saw a squirrel, and I swear it winked at me. I lunged, the leash snapped back, and I did a perfect somersault. The humans called it “graceful.” I call it “parkour.” If that squirrel shows up today, it better be ready for Round Two.
Also, jackets mean no more wet fur smell. Last time, Arya smelled like a swamp monster, and Willow smelled like old socks. I smelled like victory, obviously, but still—this is an upgrade.
Anyway, gotta go. Time to hit the trail and show the world that jackets aren’t just for warmth—they’re for attitude. Wish me luck, Diary. If I see that squirrel again, it’s ON.
P.S. If we pass that weird puddle that smells like fish, remind me NOT to drink from it this time. Bad choices were made.