One Toad Photography
Dear Diary, I get into everything. Cabinets. Closets. Laundry baskets. If it opens, I’m in it. If it doesn’t open, I try harder. I make noises at night. It’s my time. The humans sleep. The house is quiet. I chirp. I thump. I knock things over. Eventually, the boss wakes up. And then? Fetch time. […]
Dear Diary, I don’t know what’s coming out of Reggie, but it’s offensive. My nose is a precision instrument, and he’s treating it like a gas chamber. The kennel? A nightmare. He farts. Constantly. And somehow, Mom thinks it’s me. I’m being framed by a tongue-flopping embarrassment who can’t keep his digestive system in check. […]
Dear Diary, I exist. I observe. I do not engage. The cats? They’re always complaining. About food. About Reggie. About gravity. I don’t get it. Life is simple—nap, snack, patrol, repeat. But these furballs act like the world owes them a drama award. And the noise. The constant meowing, knocking things over, and dramatic flopping. […]