small man syndrome

I woke up this morning, ready for my usual bathroom break. Spent the night in the spare room, but totally missed the pee mat and had an accident on the living room carpet. Oops! Emma lit a candle to mask the smell, and I could tell she was not having it. Guess I’ll be crashing in the basement again. "Sorry, Emma, but I can't help it!"

Chewy went to the vet and scored some antibiotics and new allergy meds. Fingers crossed he feels better soon!

Yesterday, Emma took me for a walk but left Chewy behind—classic move. Some dude had the nerve to comment on how tiny I am.

"How small am I?" I thought. "How small is your personality, bro?"

Emma chimed in, "He doesn't see himself as small," and Mr. Macho shot back with, "small man syndrome."

Honestly, I’d love to poop on his carpet just to teach him a lesson, but it seems like I’ve lost all control over when and where I do my business.

That’s Chewy in the pic, and let me tell you, he’s not exactly serving looks right now. This was snapped a couple of months back, and honestly? He’s looking even worse these days. Like, come on, Chewy! Get it together!

—Peanut
(who is exactly the right size, thank you very much) 🐾🕯️💩