August 1 Dear Diary, Today was supposed to be an adventure day. I could feel it in my paws. The air was cooler. The sun wasn’t trying to roast us like a forgotten hot dog on a grill. The smells outside were amazing. Squirrels had clearly been conducting important squirrel business overnight, and I was prepared to investigate every single inch of the yard. Then I looked out the…

Found some bird friends and some moody plants!

Dear Diary, I regret nothing. The humans seem deeply confused about my schedule, so let me clear things up. All day long, they say things like:“Reggie, come play!”“Reggie, don’t you want to go outside?”“Reggie, are you alive?” And to that I say: absolutely not. Daytime is for strategic energy conservation. I have been in my kennel building up power like a highly sophisticated, fuzzy battery.…