Potter's Bulldog Blog

Dear Journal,

Today was magnificent—as always.

I woke up in the big bed, right between Mom and Dad. I like to sleep on my back with all four paws in the air—it keeps me cool and reminds them who's really in charge around here. Mom says I snore like a small bear. I take that as a compliment.

After my morning belly rub (essential), Dad made my breakfast. Kibble? Pfft. Try poached chicken with a drizzle of bone broth and a sprinkle of pumpkin puree. I’m not sure what a “balanced diet” is, but it tastes delicious.

We went for a walk around the neighborhood. I wore my plaid harness and got so many compliments. Two squirrels were spotted. Zero caught. I let them go on purpose—builds their confidence. It's good for the ecosystem, or whatever.

When we got back, Mom brushed me while playing soft piano music. Honestly, I could have fallen asleep right there. But then I remembered—there’s a new toy in the living room! A stuffed llama with squeakers in every limb. I’ve already named it Frank. He is my sworn enemy and my greatest love.

I lounged on the couch in the afternoon and barked once at the mail carrier to remind them this is my street. Dad laughed and gave me a treat for "protecting the realm." I don’t know what that means, but I liked the treat.

Dinner was salmon and sweet potato. Gourmet. Fit for a king. I am a king.

Now I’m curled up in my blanket (the one with the little bones on it) and dreaming of chasing rabbits made of bacon. Life is good. No, life is perfect.

Tail wags and drool,
Viper🐾
(A.K.A. The Goodest Boy)