#boxermixlife

Dear Diary, I am reaching my limit. The conditions around here have become unacceptable, and if they do not improve immediately, I will be forced to begin filing official complaints. I am not sure who receives dog complaints. Maybe Dad. Maybe the Neighborhood Association. Maybe the United Nations. But somebody needs to hear about this. First of all… IT IS TOO HOT TO WALK. How is that…

Dear Diary, Dad still has not learned. You would think after approximately 4,712 successful seat thefts he would understand the rules. The moment he stands up—whether it’s to get a drink, go to the bathroom, grab a camera, pet a cat, or simply stretch—I activate Operation Seat Heist. The second his butt leaves the chair, I launch. Now, some critics (Arya) claim I move slowly. This is…

Today was a good day. Not exciting, mind you, but good. I napped. Then I napped again. Somewhere in there I also snored and snorted, just to keep everyone reassured that I’m still breathing and still in charge. Life has its responsibilities. For example, reminding Ace who runs this household. I performed my usual dominance ritual. Ace understood. Smokey, however, did not appreciate my recent…