I’m Myrtle Mae Ward, the undisputed queen of the household. At 5 years old, I’ve mastered the art of selective hearing—I won’t come when called unless there’s a beef stick involved, and I certainly won’t stoop to begging. That said, you’ll always find me in the kitchen during meal prep, supervising to ensure quality control. After dinner, I expect dessert. It’s not a request; it’s a lifestyle.
My days begin with sun salutations, followed by coffee time with my humans (I don’t drink it, but I enjoy the company). I make sure to patrol the yard and scare off any rogue rabbits before settling in for one of my many well-earned naps. Evenings are for serious competition—whether it’s tug of war or fetch, I do not lose. My little sister, Eloise, tries to keep up, but let’s be honest—I run this house.
If I had a legal career, I’d be an appellate lawyer, fiercely advocating for my clients and never backing down in an argument. But for now, I’ll settle for ruling my domain, ensuring that all meals are properly accounted for, and accepting my rightful cuddles—grunting in approval, of course.
