I miss my sister; I hate my "sister"

My sister, Box Pek, got buried under an apple tree. My mother tried to give me a new "sister" (Ixchel) about six months before BP left us; BP and I both enjoyed (messing with) her. I actually like her, and have been known to kiss her face on rare occasions, but I pretend that I don't like her. While I have been known to be traumatized when she goes somewhere without me, I do take pleasure in keeping her outside, by guarding the dog door, on rainy days (when I forget my mother is there). I do miss my sister.

My "diet" (aka torture)

If you've read my sister Box Pek's latest blog, you know that she's been sick with some liver issue (I don't know what a liver is, but I'm sure I'd eat it). At the same vet visit where we found out she was really sick, we were told that I was "obese." Since then, everyone fawns all over that little runt, trying to tempt her with anything - and I do mean ANYTHING - she'll eat, I'm on a "diet." They actually separate us, feed her lucious fat- and protein-laden foods, give me a measly handful of low-fat kibble, and then put us back together, so she comes back reeking of FOOD. Recently, everyone has started to say how good I look - "look Ek Be, what a nice waist," "Ek Be, your collar fits so much better," "Ek Be, you look so slim..." What a bunch of crap. I spend all day roaming the yard and house searching for a crumb - of course I'm losing weight! I'm starving! My special "treat" is to get a walk with just my mother and I (while she leaves the runt with special food). Oddly enough, I have been feeling better lately and don't pant as much, but I'm sure that it's not related. One day, when my dew claws become thumbs, I'll open every can in the house.

Ek Be's Photos

I thought I should explain the photos that my mother posted. The first two (2001) look a bit pitiful - me as a pup after they just found me. I wasn't too sure about these people at first, but they did give me water and feed me their lunch. I still missed my mommy a lot (who knows where she went to... my human mom says that I have no sense about direction and claims that she's had to search for me repeatedly throughout our association), so I look kind of sad.

The picture of me with all the big rocks is happier. I'm smiling here because I've just gotten a new little sister (2003). She's a bit annoying, and was still really sick when this photo was taken, so I got to come to work without her. My humans are mapping an archaeological site while I sit in the shade and laugh at them. They are good for bringing me water, but don't have much sense when it comes to avoiding heat.

The final picture is from the summer of 2004. In this one, my sister is all healthy and she's attempting to kill me in one of our popular wrestling moves. We take turns winning - this time, I'm on the bottom (I'm the medium one, she's small). I enjoy biting her skinny chicken legs and trying to make her fall, while she likes to bite my jowls. In addition to wrestling on archaeological sites, we also enjoy wrestling (with lots of noise) when my parents have guests over and/ or as they're watching TV.

The latest photo added is one of my sister and I in our raingear. It rains a lot in Eureka and we dislike water (we'd rather hold it all day than go outside to pee), so my mother got us these coats. It's somewhat less painful to be outside in them.