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...
Arya’s Diary 2/17/26

Arya’s Diary 2/17/26

Dear Diary, Today was another one of those long-walk days—three in a row now, each time clocking in at 4.76 miles. Whew, I’m beat! My paws are aching, and all I want is to curl up and snooze. But at least Ace is here, snuggling right up to my butt to keep warm....
Reggie’s Diary 2/16/26

Reggie’s Diary 2/16/26

Dear Diary, I am still not over what happened today. **Day TWO in a row of walking.** That’s right. Another **4.7 miles**. I don’t know what ritual mom and dad performed to summon this kind of magic, but I hope they keep doing it. And here’s the best part: **THREE...