Being a Big Sister
It is not so bad. I mean, I still have my Mommy, my Daddy and my toys, but I have to let Butters play with them too. It is not easy, believe me, but I think I am getting the hang of it. Just so long as he remembers that I was here first and I am the Boss.
I do have a trick to keep things straight, when Mommy gives Butters a "puppy" toy (these seem to be softer and easier to chew up than my "big girl" toys), I am sure to bite and lick and chew it before he has any time to make it his. Once I am done licking the new smell off the toy I let him have it. Unless I have gotten carried away and already chewed the toy to bits. They should really make them stronger for my fierce teeth.
Butters does not know much so I find I have to show him a lot. Like the fact that there are so many good things to sniff in the snow. And that treats are worth sitting for. And that weird noises outside the house are suspicious and need to be barked at for safety reasons. And that comfort is very important. And that I was here first and that I am therefore the Boss of him.
I do not think he is going anywhere anytime soon. But I do not mind.
*puppy kisses*




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