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...
Pipsqueak’s diary 2/18/26

Pipsqueak’s diary 2/18/26

Dear Diary, February 20, 2026 Another day of supreme comfort in that enormous dog bed, all mine while those lumbering canines were out. Arya, Willow, and Reggie left it blissfully empty, and I claimed every inch like the sovereign feline I am. It’s my oversized...