We were whipped into quite a frenzy

Good morning!
I’m up and at 'em. I've actually been awake for hours—just lying there, waiting ever so patiently for Emma to remember I exist and take me outside. Finally, we went for our morning sniff and perimeter check. I reinforced the perimeter with some well-placed scent markings. You know, the usual duties of a responsible, high-ranking canine. Benny’s yard is a good one. Not bad at all.

What’s not good? The basement.
At one point yesterday, Benny and I were banished down there—for no clear reason! Hours passed. HOURS. We were whipped into quite a frenzy by the time they returned to let us out. They claimed it was “for our safety.” Safety from what? A zombie apocalypse? I mean, I know Eric is always watching those “news reports” about zombies, but I didn’t realize the walking dead had reached our region. Still, I trust them. Mostly.

Anyway—on the whole, it was a pretty good day. We spent the morning lounging on the sofa, fully embedded in the cushions. That’s how I like it. Cozy, secure, surrounded by my humans. We had some food too. And listen—I need to talk about something that really hurt my pride. Emma only brought me soft food. Soft food. Like I’m some toothless geriatric. I do have teeth, thank you very much. Yes, I’m older than Benny. No, I’m not an invalid.

Benny, the sweet guy, shared some of his hard nuggets with me. I returned the favor and gave him a little of my “senior blend.” Truth be told—it is delicious. Better than those dry pebbles. But still. My image matters.

Later, we went to the big indoor play space where Eric chases the loud machine that sucks up crumbs and hair and air itself. He runs around slaying the ceiling, the floors, the walls—Benny barks at him like he’s part of the act. Honestly? It’s kind of fun to watch. Afterward, Emma took a nap with me. Just the two of us. It was perfect.

In the afternoon, we went for a long walk through the town of my foremother, Daisy. It was a sacred walk. Emma told me she and Daisy and Eric used to walk that very path when they were just pups themselves. Daisy trained Solomon. Solomon trained Jeremiah. Jeremiah trained Chewy. And Chewy trained me. I come from a long line of good boys—and one good girl. And our legacy? It started on that trail, in those fields. I could feel it in my paws.

Today, we head back to Indianapolis to restore balance and order. The squirrels have gotten too bold in my absence.

They’ll learn soon enough.

—Peanut 🐾