#107 – Up High

Dear Diary, It was a lazy afternoon. The pelting rain of the last few days had ended and in its place, beautiful blue skies and sun had settled in. The Fat One ...

#105 – Grounded

Dear Diary, “One hundred and eighty!”, the Fat One furiously yelled as he burst through the back door while I was getting a drink of water, “One hundred and eig...

#102 – Checkups

Dear Diary, With all the excitement of having Momma move in, I’d not patrolled House for incursions for two days! After breakfast this morning, I got back on my...