It's about time my Mom got me a little brother! I have been trying to tell her I need one. I ate the couch. I dug up the sprinkler system three times. I broke the fence three times. Come on, Mom! Get with the program, already!
Don't get me wrong - I love my Mom,. She gives me lots of treats and petting and takes me to the park a lot to play with other dogs. She lets me sleep with her. And she takes me for jogs twice a day (although, who are we kidding? I do the jogging - my Mom sits her lazy butt on a bike and pretty much lets me pull her along!) But my Mom also spends a lot of time doing boring grown-up stuff instead of playing with me, so I get bored.
Finally, she clued in. We adopted my little brother just before Thanksgiving. We went to the same shelter where I rescued my Mom a little more than a year ago. I had to go into a little room to meet my new brother to make sure we got along. We sniffed each other's butts, and I told him it was fine with me if he comes to live with us as long as he brings his own treats.
I have tons of fun with him. He can't catch me so I like to run as fast as I can around the yard and make him run after me. But I'm totally in charge. I always get to eat first and I get the petting and the training first. I don't let him near me when I'm eating or when I have a treat, and he doesn't get to sleep in the bed. He has to sleep in a crate. I laugh at him because I remember those days! My Mom says I'm still her favorite baby pie head but he is her little man now.
It's a lot of responsibility being the alpha female. I have to bark at the door and chase the bad guys out of the back yard. There are lots of bad guys, so I have to watch out for them. I also had to help my Mom teach my brother to walk on a leash. He's pretty good at it, but he still tries to eat the leash. Kids!
But I'm much calmer now. Instead of destroying my Mom's stuff, I just chase my brother. It's much more fun. But my Mom says we have to calm down and relax a lot because my brother is a coughy-head, whatever that means. I don't know what it means, but good luck getting us to calm down. My Mom and I still go for our (my) jogs, but now after we are done we have to come home and take Pilgrim for a walk. He's way too slow. One day I'll have to teach him how to jog with me. Mom says then she will stop riding her bike and instead buy a chariot.
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