Willow’s Diary 2/24/2026

Willow’s Diary 2/24/2026

Dear Diary, It is cold outside. Now, let me be very clear: I am not cold. Reggie is cold. Arya is cold. Dad claims he is not cold, but I can already tell he’s going to use the temperature as an excuse for No Walks Today, which is honestly the greatest injustice of...
Reggie’s Diary 2/23/2026

Reggie’s Diary 2/23/2026

Dear Diary, Ugh, another morning. Or is it afternoon? Who cares, as long as the sun isn’t blasting me in the face like it’s got a personal vendetta. I was perfectly content under my blanket fortress, dreaming of endless treats and zero responsibilities,...
Arya’s Diary 2/21/26

Arya’s Diary 2/21/26

Dear Diary, It’s me, Arya. I have a complaint about my mom. Tonight is family movie night. Usually I love these nights—cuddles, popcorn smells, and everyone all in one place. The perfect evening. I found the best spot too, right next to Mom with her fuzzy blanket. But...
Reggie’s Diary February 21, 2026

Reggie’s Diary February 21, 2026

Dear Diary (or should I say Dear Chew Toy? Because let’s face it, you’re the only thing I can sink my teeth into these days without getting yelled at), Ugh, another day cooped up inside like a bone buried too deep. No walks for the last two days—can you...
Reggie’s morning diary. 2/19/26

Reggie’s morning diary. 2/19/26

Dear Diary, I am tired. Capital T. Four days. FOUR. Of walking 4.7 to 4.8 miles each day. That’s not a walk, that’s a journey. I signed up to be a dog, not a migrating caribou. Don’t get me wrong—I asked for walks. I wanted walks. And wow did I get them. At some point...