Peanut's Morning Dispatch

Peanut’s Morning Report
(Full-time companion, part-time philosopher) 🐾

Usually, Emma starts her day writing outside, but this morning everything was wet. So we were inside, curled up on the sofa. I didn’t mind—as long as I’ve got a blanket to keep me warm in the air conditioning. Emma says the dampness is only temporary—that the hot and sweaty weather is coming back soon, with its usual sidekick: humidity.

We’re going to see Eric for his birthday. I’m coming, of course. I have a theory that Chewy might be up there in Michigan already. Maybe he never really left—just went ahead early to scout the best parks and McDonald’s drive-thrus. I imagine him lounging in the sun with an ice cream cone, vanilla dripping down his whiskers, watching seagulls and barking only when absolutely necessary. He always did love a cone.

Yesterday morning, Stacie G called. That lady’s got pep. So, we went on a walk with Sarge. Big paws, kind heart. They talked about hosting a yard sale at our house. I’m hoping I get to be in charge of security—and wear a bandana. Preferably red. I look good in red.

Emma says it’s time to get rid of some furniture—things we don’t use anymore. She eyed the old chair Chewy loves (you know, his chair), but then she looked at me and said, “It stays.” It smells like him. And I nap there, too.

Later in the day, Tanya messaged Mom with big news: we’re in the craft fair! I heard her squeal. I love when she squeals—it usually means something creative, colorful, and full of snacks is about to happen.

Today’s plan: garden sniffs, card writing, and relaxing in the backyard. My plan? Find the sunniest patch of grass, nap like it’s my job, and keep a lazy eye on the squirrels. I think they’re plotting again.

It should be a peaceful day.

Exactly what we need.

– Peanut 🐾