Little Sis Sophie

What was Mom thinking! Little sisters can be a HUGE pain in the butt. She has been pestering me all day. But I got back at her, I stole her Nylabone and ate it. Teach her to leave her chewies laying around.

Companies coming to visit!

We're getting company! Can't wait! I love when my 'grandkid hooman's come to visit. Haven't seen them for so long and I just luv's them to death. Just hope they don't spend all their time fawning over lil sis Soph. They need to remember I've been their tail wagging, face licking, petting puppy ever since I was Soph's age. Old doggies need luv'n too. I'm counting the days.

Counting down.

One more day to my girls coming to visit! I'm so excited I can't stop my tail from wagging.

No more company...sniff.

All the human company's gone. Things are back to being really quiet, well, as quiet as lil sis Soph will allow. Ho hum, kind of lonesome now. I miss human visitors. The more the merrier IMO. Guess I'll take a nap with kitty pal Lilly. She misses the human company too.

Are you sure I can't eat her?

This is what I asks the Moma every day when Lil Sis Sophie starts in on me. I have displayed a short video for evidence and it doesn't even show the half of it. She had been biting on my tail and getting in my face before Mom got the camera. The commotion was so bad it made Dad yell at us to cool it. Not to lay blame... but it's all Sophie's fault. She just will NOT TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER!

I'd like to know how other doggies puts up with pesty little sisters. And the Moma wonders why I'm getting so gray around the muzzle. Sigh.

Humph!

As if lil sis Soph wasn't bad enough before, now she's royalty (in her dreams!) she's really terrible. I had to baby sit this morning and it just about made me pull my muzzle hairs out. One of these days... if she just wasn't so darn cute.

Rats.

Humph, Soph tried to tell Mom she killed a rat. Fat chance. I think Fuzz killed it. Then she picked it up and ran around the yard showing off. It was pathetic. Mom came out and saw her and tried to take it away but Soph can be really hard to catch when she is being naughty. Mom pretended to go back in and then came out and got most of the rat away from her and threw it away.

Hey Soph, NEW FLASH! You don't eat rats!

Rough housing with Soph

I've finally decided that the best way to beat Soph is to join her. Now when she wants to play I show her how a real dog plays. None of this little yap, yap, jump, jump. If I'm gonna play it's going to get down and dirty. No more mister nice guy letting her bite on my jowls and neck and me just trying to knock her off. Now when she attacks I attack back and put her on da ground and keep her dere wif my foot. Learned dat trick from Bonnie. She does it all da time to the little pest.

Funny ting is, I'z realized I kind of like dis playing ting. I've always been more of a loner as far as playing with other dogs. I prefer to play with people, but now dat I'z tried it I kind of likes it. Only trouble is we end up making a lot of noise and da Moma and Daddy gets kind of mad and yells at us to be quiet. Humph, you'd tink dey would be glad I'm keeping Soph busy so she's not chewing on all da furniture in da house.

I'z not appreciated like I shoulds be. Somebody needs to tell da Moma dat. A treat would do da trick, hint, hint...hear dat Moma?

Females!

I've had some woman trouble. The new dog, Red, came into heat and it's had all us boys in turmoil. It caused me and Rambo to get in a fight. We haven't been in a fight for over two years. Mom always gets real mad when we fight. It's always Rambo's fault. He jumped on me so of course I had to defend myself. I always end up on the bottom but I got better teath so I ended up coming out ahead. Rambo didn't even break my skin. Mom says I have really tough hide. I managed to get a gash in above one of his eyes. Mom put us both on antibiotics for a few days so no bite places would get infected. They didn't and Rambo's head is healing nicely. I was a little sore around my neck a day or so but I'm fine now. Mom can't wait to get Red fixed so that never happens again. She thought Red had already been spayed but no such luck. The vet said he thought he felt a scar but he must have been mistaken.

I'z got hurted today.

My fur bro Rambo who has a chip on his shoulders when it comes to me jumped on me today when we was helpin Mom do chores. He tore a gash under my right foreleg and it was really bleeding. So much it almost made Mom pass out. She was frantic cause she didn't fink da vet was in on Sat. So she got me to da house and managed to put a pressure wrap on me and by dat time da bleeding wasn't so bad but she could tell my leg was really hurt. She tried calling da vet and lucky us he was in dis mornin. So I got a quick trip over to his office and Mom had to leave me for a few hours to get sewed up while she went home and finished morning chores and getting everyone fed. Den she came to get me but I was still not awake yet. She brought me home and let me recover on da bafroom floor. I'z finally woked up enough to go outside and pee. I really needed to go! Glad to get dat ober. I ate my supper and took my pills. I'z really hurtin and can barely walk but I'z home and gettin lots ob luvin.

As for Rambo, he's limpin on a leg too so guess I got him back a little. Servs him right! Mom has bof ob us on antibiotics. Rambo likes all da girl dogs but he has been jealous ob me all his life and dats been 10 whole years. Mom can't figure out why he has to be dat way. I'z a really nice boy and never bover anyone. You can bet I'm playin dis for all it's worth. I'z goin to be gettin treats and luvin and extra attention for weeks cause ob dis! It would almost be worth it if it didn't hurt so bad. Ouch! Oh! Mom! I needs some luvin!