Her bed is now upstairs right next to The Nice Lady's (mine is still in the kitchen). She gets fed twice a day (I only get fed once). She has all kinds of cool new toys (I got a new rawhide that I can only have when Mo is in her pen cos she gets sick when she chews on it). She got a new wardrobe (I was told I needed a bath). Honestly, I'm feeling a little jealous.
But I'm also discovering that being a big brother isn't all that bad. She follows me everywhere so if I do something I'm not supposed to, chances are she will get blamed for it (teehee). She likes to run like me, so we race up and down the stairs a lot. I taught her where the water bowl is and sometimes I share my ice cubes with her. I'm showing her how to play ball, and that if you keep bringing it back to The Nice People they will keep throwing it for you (a little pathetic whining to remind them it is their turn never hurts). I demonstrate "Sit", "Stay", "Dance", and "Shake" for her in exchange for extra treats. And thankfully, when I'm all played out and she's still Energizer Bunny charged, I jump up on the furniture, where she can't get me, and take a nice little snooze.
The Nice Lady says Mo will outgrow this puppy stage (good cos I'm not sure I'll have much fur left if she keeps hanging from it when I walk), and that someday she won't be so little and I can rough house with her a little more. In the meantime I will just have to be patient and content with the little things, like Mo leaving a few pieces of kibble in her bowl for me to find. I accept her peace offering and look forward to teaching her how to love The Nice People the way that I do.
To all you big brothers and sisters out there, hang in there. I think it gets better, so let's find out together.
Love,
Merlyn
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