08/16/2026
Friends, Oliver here. Chairman of the Bark, and for the last thirteen days, newly appointed brother.
Thirteen nights ago, Daisy went to sleep in the only home she had ever known. She couldn’t have known that when she woke up, her whole world was about to get bigger.
A new home. New routines. A quilt shop. A downtown to explore.
And me.
Naturally.
Sinatra had the Rat Pack. I’ve got Daisy. 🎙️🐾
Now, some of you have wondered how your Chairman feels about sharing Mom and Dad.
Friends, please.
I’ve conducted extensive research involving belly rubs, couch privileges, kisses and snack distribution. The findings are conclusive:
Still their boy.
Mom and Dad don’t love me one ounce less because Daisy is here. I thought maybe love was something a family had to divide when somebody new came along.
Turns out, we just made room.
The family got bigger. So did the love.
And somewhere in these thirteen days, something happened to me, too.
I got used to hearing little paws behind mine. I started looking to make sure she was coming. I got used to her watching me, following me and learning the ropes.
I thought I was getting a sidekick.
I didn’t realize I was getting my pack mate. My sister.
Tonight, she climbed up beside me, rested her head on my back and fell asleep.
No announcement. No negotiations.
She just knew she could.
So I stayed.
Because thirteen days ago, Daisy didn’t know me.
Tonight, when she wanted to close her eyes, she knew where to find me.
Maybe that’s how home happens. Not all at once, but in a hundred ordinary little moments until one night you put your head on your brother and somehow know: When you wake up, he’ll still be there. So sleep, kid. Mom and Dad have enough love for both of us. The sofa has plenty of space. Blueberries and pup cups remain unlimited according to my observations.
And your brother?
He’s not going anywhere. ❤️
Love,
Oliver Henry
Chairman of the Bark
Leader of a very exclusive two-corgi Rat Pack 🐾