Just found out that my dog has been secretly writing a novel. It’s called “The Art of Fetch: A Tail of Two Tennis Balls.” Apparently, it’s already in talks with publishers, and I’m still struggling with my grocery list. I caught him the other day with a bone-shaped pen and a suspiciously large stack of paw-tographed copies. Guess who the real breadwinner is now? I’m just hoping he doesn’t ask for a raise in belly rubs. 🐾📚