I'm Really a Rottweiler....

Yes, Mom's got it right...I'm really a Rottweiler trapped in a little dog suit! Just ask that burglar who stole all Mom's stuff last year...I told him a thing or two...and just cuz I've lost all my back teeth as a result of that bad guy kicking me in the face doesn't mean I'm any less ferocious...

My main job is to protect my Mom. I stay next to her at all times. Then, I protect My Maggie. She's "MY Girl"! Mom says if we ever have puppies, they'll be like Forest Gump's chocolates--no telling what we'll get!

I also help Maggie with the cat management around here. We told Mom when the bad lady stole Simon from the yard, but it was too late. We keep sniffing the neighborhood hoping to find him.

In the meantime, I'm teaching Duchess that Mom's Lap belongs to Me whenever I want it. Mom says I have to share, so I'm working on that too. The thing is, since Doc Bill had to remove my back teeth and I started eating soft food (yummmy!), I've put on a few extra pounds, so Mom's lap can get a little crowded.

Maggie and I give the cats a hard time, teaching them our rules, but don't misunderstand. We really do love them. If anything happened to one of them, we'd be really upset. I even play with Duchess sometimes, pretending I'm a kitten. We roll around, wrestling on the rug, while Maggie and Austin watch us.

I love my naps with Mom, under the covers of course, and I figured out the bed's big enough for Mom and all of us "kids". Duchess needs to quit spiking everybody, though...

Gotta run now...there's somebody walking past the house and I gotta give 'em my Big Dog Bark!...