from the desk of poppy
typed with his nose. edited by a human who is biased. newest at the top, because we live in the future now.
★ sitters.txt August 30, 2026 · mood: brave + snacky · NEW!!
babysitter sleepover (i am thriving)
mommy and daddy packed my bag (it was mostly my face) and dropped me at the babysitters' house. the sitters already know the important facts: i like corners, i like being the baby, and i do The Floor Pose™ on command (the command is 'exist'). they have a couch that smells like safety. they have snacks. they have the correct 'who's a good boy' dialect. i am being professionally babysat. i miss you already — like they closed the car doors and my heart did a tiny woof — but this is not a sad story. this is a 'i have two homes and both of them love me' story. i will nap extra so nobody has to worry. i will save my best tongue-out for when you get back. do not cry, humans. i am FINE. i am slightly spoiled, which is my natural state. i am loved in two places at once. that is a lot of love for one cavachon.
p.s. mommy: thank you for the new squeaky pig. it goes PEEP and i go feral in a cute way. i un-squeaked it 47 times before lunch. it is my emotional support pig now. i carried it to my nap. i will not lose it. (i will lose it. please buy backup pigs.) i love you. tell daddy i love him too. come back for 200 kisses. that is the deal.
★ website.txt August 25, 2026 · mood: www
they made me a website??
my human says this is called a homepage. there are sparkles. there is a guestbook. there is a song. i do not know what a midi is but i wagged anyway. if you signed the book: i love you. if you didn't: the book is right there. it's free.
★ two.txt January 31, 2026 · mood: seasoned icon
two whole years of this
still cute. still tongue. still the main character. they made a tiny cupcake and i respected it for 0.4 seconds. if you are reading this: thank you for celebrating a dog on the internet. that is the correct use of the internet.
★ zoomies.txt July 4, 2025 · mood: zoom
physics is a suggestion
dark wood floors + freshly trimmed paws = ice skating but make it mammal. i did seven laps, a jump, and an emergency flop. score: poppy 1, gravity 0.
★ one.txt January 31, 2025 · mood: birthday boy
ONE.
they sang. i accepted tributes (chicken). someone wore a party hat. i wore my face. we are not the same. year two loading…
★ halloween.txt October 31, 2024 · mood: spooky (barely)
i was a cloud
they tried to put a costume on a costume. i am already dressed as a very expensive marshmallow. people said i didn't need a costume. rude. fair. i still got extra treats, so the system works.
★ corner.txt June 20, 2024 · mood: territorial cute
the corner is mine
there is a white wall and a dark wood floor and a perfect wedge of space. i lied down. i smiled. a photograph happened. historians will call it The Floor Pose. i call it tuesday.
★ tongue.txt March 12, 2024 · mood: scientific
discovered: the tongue
turns out i have a long pink tongue and if i leave it out, people make the 'aww' sound. i have decided this is my job. i will not be taking questions at this time.
★ born.txt January 31, 2004... wait. 2024 · mood: brand new
i am here now
hello. i have arrived. i am very small and already important. the lights are bright. someone keeps saying the word cavachon like it is a spell. it is a spell. it means i am half cavalier, half bichon, and 100% the baby. please clap.