09/06/2026
PUPPY CHRONICLES! 🐾
Hey everyone, it’s your favourite glittery boy, Sully, reporting live from the scene of today’s greatest injustice. 🙄
So apparently, I am “not allowed to jump on Mom.”
EXCUSE ME?! 😤
First of all… I am a little boy who simply wishes to express his love and affection in the most enthusiastic way possible. Is it my fault that my hugs require a little… momentum?
Mom says, “Sully, you’re too big.”
TOO BIG?!
I beg your pardon. I am the perfect size for hugs. Mom is just standing in the wrong place. 🤷♂️
But then things got even worse.
Every time I make my completely reasonable attempt to greet Mom properly, Bobby the Bodyguard comes flying in between us like he’s protecting the Crown Jewels. 😒
I jump.
Bobby dives.
Mom gets protected.
I get NOTHING.
And then—AND THEN—Mom has the audacity to say:
“Good boy, Bobby! Thank you for saving me!”
😳
SAVING YOU?!
FROM ME?!
I am your BABY, woman! I am not an intruder! I am not a burglar! I am not some suspicious creature lurking in the bushes!
I am a handsome, glittery boy attempting to deliver one extremely enthusiastic expression of love. 💁♂️✨
Meanwhile, Bobby is standing there looking all pleased with himself like he just prevented an international incident.
Honestly.
The disrespect.
So today’s thought is:
Parents just don’t understand.
And apparently neither does Bobby. 🙄🐾
— Sully,
Wrongfully accused. Emotionally wounded. Still fabulous. ✨