Lately I’ve been collecting Reece’s dramatic little “Dear Diary” entries, because if there’s one thing this brindle potato has, it’s a lot of opinions (with an great side-eye) about our life together.
Every hammock break, every sunbathing session, every innocent attempt on my part to exist within 15 feet of him becomes in his mind a full-blown emotional saga.
here is a collection of his finest diary excerpts written during moments of extreme hardship, such as:
•me petting him
•me sitting near him
•me being alive in the same yard
So today, I’m posting a compilation of his finest works - a collection spanning his struggles, his suffering, and his ongoing battle to escape.
Please enjoy these heartfelt journal entries from a dog who is absolutely not oppressed, but would love for you to believe otherwise.
xo,
His emotional support human
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