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Logan's little life...

I did not ask for a brother!!!

First I would like to make it perfectly clear,I was not consulted with about getting a new brother! Outrageous I know! However here he is...a monster!
First he is bigger than me as if that is not annoying enough Riley seems to love the big oaf.
I fear as well he may be a tad simple :0 I have witnessed the oaf potty in the house on several occasions...who does that? Mom assures me that if I could be potty trained anybody can be. I am not certain what the implication is...I am certain she is exaggerating :(
I have had to give him a good thrashing on several occasions as well,another indication that he is simple...he continues to come back for more. I have made it very clear to him,everything in the house is mine! If he has any questions he should just assume it is mine. Does he listen? NO!!
I have also told him he is not to go near my mom for anything what so ever,she belongs to me! I am a little guy and therefor need my mothers attention and I will not be sharing it with some homeless street wanderer who happen to land on our door step! My rude mother has corrected me on several of these issues and went as far as to suggest I was being naughty!!
Ahhhhh as to not upset my mom I have tried to be a bit more tolerant of the oaf. I went as far as to allow him to have a little nap with me yesterday. I also have taken to allowing him to chase after me when I have stolen his toy. Not that I intend to relinquish his toy, would not want to spoil him.
I am considering being a bit nicer to him, if he can follow some ground rules I set up for him...if not I will just continue thrashing him till he gets it....have to treat these toddlers with a firm paw...else they walk all over you.

Good day!
L

Am I ok?????

As you all know my dear brother Lucas has gone on to join the great one Sadie Mae. As if this has not been hard enough on me! I now am being forced to take my walks with Riley. Shoot me please...it would be less painful.
Lucas was my walking partner prior to his departure to the Rainbow Bridge. We were perfectly suited he was slow...I have short legs making me slow. Well that and the fact I can be a bit lazy, I prefer to think of myself as a man of leisure. I save my endurance for hunting and hunting only...other than that you can find me snoozing the day away. Yet again something I use to do with my dear departed brother.
Now I am in some kind of dogie boot camp with the biggest show off of all leading the whole debacle. Ridiculous...mom says wanna go for a walk? I do not move, a clear indication the answer is NO. Riley runs to the door tail wagging a mile a minute, I have thought about tripping the fool. Anyhoo I try to set the pace at a nice leisurely stroll. My rude mother gives me a pull...lets go Logan! Excuse me are you talking to me?! Did I not make it clear I did not even want to participate? HuuuuHHHH I am forced down the road for what must be miles with the big oaf grinning the whole while. I only pick up the pace when I turn back onto my street....this is done only to get myself home faster and into my napping position. Which is where I should of been in the first place.
Lucas if you are looking down...I know you must feel my pain with all this! Trip Riley for me...use your wing, have Sadie show you how.
Good day!

I object!!!

So it seems the hair on my ears is getting a bit long. My mother does not seem to like this at all!!They flop into my water bowl,my food bowl and actually she was a tad concerned I might trip over them. As if !!!
I was of course totally unaware that mom had skills in hair trimming...naturally I assumed I would be off to the mysterious groomers with Lucas and Riley. NO!! That was not the case...mom was doing it!! I was to sit still as she came at me with shears from dogie H@$%%. Has she lost her mind?!
Of course my reaction was not appreciated and I got told rather sternly for my liking...I was to sit and stay. For the love of dog...seriously????
All this is going on and nosy Riley, of course has to be right in on the action....ugh
She immediately goes into a sit stay...like the over achieving show off she is. I briefly thought about biting her...however I had bigger fish to fry.
I tried telling my mom I object to this kind of treatment,she of course could careless.
So I was forced to sit and watch in horror as my luxurious locks fell to the floor. I will admit it is nice to not have mom holding my ears up every time my face goes near a bowl. Also dad says I look like a young pup again,always a good thing. Mom did praise me for eventually sitting still. I even got a treat out of it and all kind of kisses,never see me object to either of those two things.
Still I would like a professional hair cut....I want to see the inside of the groomers.
Not only that I think a trim may be in order I have noticed I have some unruly locks...that may need taming.
I am just saying if we are going to freshen me up...it should be done properly!
Good day!