Dear diary, it is I, Muxxy pup. Recent events demand I put paw to paper and document them.
My family and I have thus far led a rather tumultuous life. Myself, nine siblings, and our dearest mother have been moved from pillar to post yet now find ourselves in the care of a splendid human called Rhonda. We arrived but two weeks ago and now, as strange a place as any, this is home. There are other canine lodgers but also a veritable menagerie of creatures: there is a daredevil pig called Hamlet, who enjoys launching himself from great heights. Several birds twitter and tweet incessantly and Glory, a raccoon, is a regular visitor. On a evening she regales us pups to sleep with wonderful tales of her dastardly exploits, annoying our human, Rhonda.
I should at this point speak of my human. Rhonda provides us with all our care, despite needing much herself. As wonderful as she is, however, I'm afraid to say she has a peculiar American accent and one struggles to comprehend her, as much as she herself cannot understand my exquisite Queen's English. When one attempts discourse, I receive the inevitable reply of 'Quit yer yapping'. Nonetheless, we are provided with a safe and clean home, food, and our medicinal needs are attended to.
Rhonda does all this tirelessly, despite her own health complications. For this I applaud her. Surprisingly, although her accent might suggest otherwise, Rhonda is a gifted writer. She uses her skills on a website called Steemit and has used the platform to alleviate some of her financial burdens. Her username there is 
As such, I shall do my bit so to speak and request that all liquid rewards from this post will go to my human. My siblings and I need our vaccinations shortly so I hope to contribute some way toward them.
Well, diary, I shall now be off. My brother Shane is causing trouble again, chasing Whispy around and nipping at Tiny's tail. Sigh...it's always his fault.
