Lucy's Journal

Journal Entry – July 30 th

Written by Lucy, the white and tan Shih Tzu

Dear Journal,

Okay Lucy… deep thoughts. Clear mind. Wagging tail. It’s Monday again, and that means one thing: a new week of opportunity. Mischief is in the air, and I can feel it in my paws.

Last week’s adventure — Operation Mud Paw — was a total triumph. Peanut tracked muddy prints across the clean laundry, I rolled in the flower bed, and Kiwi dive-bombed the bathroom mirror like it owed her money. The humans were baffled. They blamed the neighbor’s dog, a sudden thunderstorm, and a “haunted hair dryer.” We didn’t correct them. Obviously.

But now… the stakes are higher.

Dad’s going back to the office this week. Which means:

• The living room is ours.

• The snacks are less protected.

• The Roomba becomes our only adult supervision.

And most importantly… we’ve got time.

Kiwi’s already planning. She’s been pacing the windowsill all morning whispering, “Big week. Big week.” Peanut’s acting all casual, but I caught him sharpening his claws next to Dad’s sock drawer — which is never a good sign.

So here's what I'm thinking for this week’s master plan:

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Operation Ghost Dog 👻🐾

Goal: Make Dad think the house is haunted while he’s gone. Not scary haunted. Just weird enough that he questions everything.

Step 1:
Kiwi will sneak into the home office every afternoon and press random buttons on Dad’s keyboard. She’s good at this. Last time she sent an email with just the word “AAAAAAAAAA” in it. To his boss. Iconic.

Step 2:
I’ll bark once at exactly 2:33 p.m. every day, even if there’s nothing there. Peanut will stare at the same corner of the ceiling like he sees a ghost. We’ll do this for five days straight. Humans are weird — they’ll start to believe it.

Step 3:
Peanut will push one slipper under the couch and leave the other perfectly centered on the staircase. Dad will swear he left them both by the door. Classic confusion. Perfect execution.

Step 4:
We rotate the couch pillows. Just a little. Just enough that he starts wondering, “Was that… always that way?”

Optional Add-on:
Kiwi chirps the X-Files theme. She’s been practicing. It’s not great. But it’s spooky-adjacent.

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This plan is subtle. It’s clever. It’s psychological. And best of all — it keeps the humans guessing while we nap in peace.

We’ll be legends, again. Quiet chaos is still chaos.

Until the next mission,
🐾 Lucy the Brain (cunning, classy, and just a little bit muddy behind the ears)

P.S. If Dad comes home early and catches us, we play dumb. I wag. Peanut rolls over. Kiwi pretends to faint. We've rehearsed.