June 7th 2006 12:38 am
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Dear Diary,

It is beginning to dawn on me that perhaps my household isn't as fair as I'd like. I am not pointing paws at anyone, but --- oh all right then, Soeur part Deux seems to be the culprit.

Now, maybe I'm being petty, a touch over-suspicious here... but, being the powerful pooch who *consistently* upholds Mummy's honour in daily tug'o'war games, I should think I get more treaties and more cuddles than any other dog in the house, am I right? WRONG.

I mean, I don't mind getting treats after Susie's had her bit; Soeur part Deux maintains I am the 'Beta' dog, and...well, I suppose I'll go with whatever she says. However I *do* mind that Susie gets private training sessions with Soeur whereas I get locked up in the kitchen with Emma. Okay, so Susie says the training sessions are Hard Work. Hard work? Is it hard work? Is it *flip*. I can still smell the bacon bits and fish pieces she's been wolfing down. Private training lessons my butt! More like a private banquet.

Soeur says that I haven't had any basic training since I was little and is therefore---I saw her bite back 'thicker'---'*less able* to understand the training process'. Then she gave me a bit of pity-bacon. Pity-banana bit, too.

I took the bacon and left the banana piece. A chap can only take so much pity.

Wuff wuff! Moo