Written by Shelby the Pitador.

So I was very excited the other day because Mom and Dad came home with a surprise. I’m always excited when they come home because I know I’m going to get some treats and a walk and some really great tummy rubs (and really, what’s better than tummy rubs?) This time, though, they came home with a little doggie for me to play with. I was soooo excited Daddy had to hold my collar so we could have a sniff session. I wanted to start playing right away!

I love playing with other poochies–it was so fun to run and jump and play all evening. I got a bit confused though because when I play with other poochies they always bring their parents, but this poochie didn’t have his parents with him. It was even weirder when it got to be bedtime and the new little guy didn’t go home. I figured he was fun enough that it was okay for him to sleep over, but he kept trying to sleep on my head. I like poochies, but I also like my beauty sleep, and that night I wasn’t getting any!

I figured I better keep him company till his parents came to get him, but they never came and it’s been a few days now and I think what’s happened is that my parents are actually his parents, too, so that makes this little guy my…brother?

I’ve never had a brother before and I have to say it’s kind of weird. We run and play all the time which is soooooo fun. But when I’m lying down he climbs on top of me, and then when I stand up he gets stuck on my back and I have to kind of wiggle to shake him off.

Plus he doesn’t know how things work around here. He doesn’t know which food bowl is his, he drools his water all over the floor, and he poops in the house which I know for sure is not okay. But Mommy and Daddy are trying to teach him so for some reason I get extra love when I poop outside which I already did always anyway. I don’t really get that part, but anything that gets me extra treats is fine by me!

We went to the big store with all the treats to get him a nametag today. Dad says it’s so he won’t get lost if he gets out of the yard (which, admittedly, I’ve done before. Twice.). But he totally embarrassed me barking at the other poochies in the store when they were only trying to say hi. I will have to teach this guy a lot of stuff but the weird thing is that even though I think the big blue water hole in the yard is very suspicious and I don’t go near it, my brother runs right up and barks at it and has even fallen in a few times without being scared. He thinks it’s really fun for some weird reason, so maybe I have a few things to learn from him also.

Either way, double the dogs means double the love because now instead of just Mommy and Daddy giving me love all the time, my brother Diesel gives me lots of love, too.

Do any of you have little siblings? I’ve always been an only pooch, so if you have any tips for me, please leave them here.