07/12/2025
Welp, I did it again — graduated from a school I never signed up for but was voluntold to attend by my parents. I’m Negan, a 4-year-old German Shepherd and former scapegoat of the household. For the longest time, I was blamed for everything — anxiety, chaos, window ambushes, fence screaming... you name it.
Turns out, plot twist: it was my sister Priyah all along — a 3-year-old red-nosed pitty with the emotional stability of a wet paper towel. I tried telling the humans, "It ain't me!" but nooo, nobody listened. Fast-forward to today: I’ve graduated, I’m a reformed good boy, and guess what? No more window lunges. No more fence freak-outs. Just peace, kibble, and dignity.
Meanwhile, Priyah had to go to school and, uh... she’s learning. Slowly. Adjusting to the rules like someone learning to walk in socks on tile. But I’m helping her — I’m basically a life coach now. Things are finally calmer, and we’re actually getting along.
You're welcome, Mom and Dad.
