They brought home another dog the other day. At first it seemed OK - we got to go to the park because it was warm out and the snow had started to melt - so we thought everything was going to be cool. And then when we got there we saw another hound like us. Her name is Breezy and she was with her people going for a walk too. But then she got in our car, and mom started talking really pretty to her and she was in her lap. I was pretty upset, so I bowled my way into mom's lap and took what belongs to me - everything - and that only made her upset. She said I had to "share" and that we had a new sister.
So we have a new sister now. I'm not very happy about it. Rosco tries to play with her but she just turns away and hides, like she's afraid of him. Everybody knows you can run Rosco over because he is a featherweight, and this new sister is taller than both of us. She's just a scaredy cat. Plus she is getting all the attention. She got a brand new crate and food bowl, and she gets extra treats. Dad says this is because she needs to be trained and treats are the only way we learn anything.
Please. We can learn anything we want, we just have high standards when it comes to performing our tricks. This Breezy just runs around all willy-nilly for any reason. She also wears diapers sometimes and she smells funny and her coat isn't NEAR as pretty as mine. There's also less snuggle time now and even if we WANTED to snuggle with her she is too dumb and scared to lay down and get into a big basset pile.
So I don't like my new sister. I want things to go back the way they used to be. But mom and dad both say that Breezy needs a new home and we are her forever home. So I guess she is staying. That doesn't mean I have to like it though.