June 15, 2026
perimeter secure, butt protocol intact
Smelled three dogs, one suspicious shoe, and the corner of the couch. No one smelled me. Another flawless shift.
I am Ezekiel. Alpha dog. Badass. I can smell every dog's butt in the neighborhood, through fences, across sidewalks, and in dreams. But no one smells mine. That is not a rule I wrote down. That is just nature understanding who is in charge.
A mailman brave enough to admit defeat, a squirrel with honor, and the mysterious dog who keeps signing the grass by the mailbox.
| General | Perimeter checks, dramatic barking, strategic butt intelligence, looking majestic in doorways. |
|---|---|
| Music | Collar jingles, distant sirens, the forbidden squeaker at 11:43 p.m. |
| Movies | Any scene where someone opens a door. Also security camera footage starring me. |
| Heroes | Myself, but from yesterday when I scared a leaf. |
June 15, 2026
Smelled three dogs, one suspicious shoe, and the corner of the couch. No one smelled me. Another flawless shift.
June 13, 2026
Squirrel entered my airspace with no paperwork. I issued several verbal warnings from inside the house.
June 10, 2026
I have heard people saying the word bath. This is propaganda. I am already perfect.