Reggie’s Diary – Day 1,000 of the Endless Winter

Reggie’s Diary – Day 1,000 of the Endless Winter

Dear Diary, I am officially done. DONE. It’s cold. It’s dark. It’s like the sun packed up and moved to Florida without me. My tongue is out because I’ve given up on dignity. Arya gets it—she’s curled up like a burrito, dreaming of summer. Willow? Oh, Willow’s out...
Willow’s Diary.

Willow’s Diary.

Dear Diary, Today’s forecast: cold, dark, and 100% chance of me refusing to move unless bribed with snacks. Seriously, it’s dark when we wake up, and then it’s dark again before I finish my third nap. Who ordered this nonsense? Not me. Yesterday was chef’s kiss...
Reggie’s Diary.

Reggie’s Diary.

Dear Diary, Today was a disaster. It’s so cold outside that when I licked the water bowl, it stuck to my tongue. Yes, STUCK. I panicked and ran, and the bowl chased me for a second before it finally let go. Arya and Willow? Laughing. Laughing so hard I swear Arya...