The Trouble With Little Sisters

Well, I have to tell you my life has changed once again. I seem to have come into possession of a little “sister”.

Oh she’s not my actual sister, at least through blood, but she has moved into our house bag and baggage, and my female human has informed me that I am to treat her as if she were my” baby sister”. HA! I didn’t think it would change anything if I explained to my human that I already have two sisters, both living happily with their humans somewhere in Wisconsin.

Ah, where was I? Oh, yes, the arrival of Candy, aka my little “sister”. She arrived a week ago today from the local no kill shelter, where she had been in foster care for nearly three months. I learned through listening to my humans that she was taken from a puppy mill along with over one hundred other canines. Now, I have never seen a puppy mill, and I hope I never do, but I do know through my research that they are BAD places, and exploit dogs by forcing them to live in cages and produce copious amounts of puppies every year.

Candy, is six or seven months old and was being offered as a “hybrid” cross between a Lhasa Apso and a Shih Tzu. Now, I am not a snob, but dear reader there is no such thing as a “hybrid” anything! You are either of fine heritage and breeding, or you are a MUTT.

I have nothing against those in our species who are not of refined breeding and culture. After all, we can’t all be born of royal blood. I do object for passing off those of less fortunate breeding as something they are not.

Now, on to Candy, my new little “sister”. She is actually a cute kid in many respects. On first blush, she could pass as a Lhasa if you don’t happen to notice the round rather then oval eyes. Her hair is cut body short due to some skin problem she had a few weeks ago. I’ve checked, and she is not contagious although I can’t say the same for annoying!

After introductions she made her way around the house checking everything and exploring as one does when arriving in a new place. I was assigned the responsibility of escorting her about and showing her the “ropes” so to speak. We had barely left earshot of the humans when she let me know that I was not her boss, and she would do, as she liked. What? Hey, girlfriend, you can’t come in here and take over. That is MY bed and those are MY toys (unless they’re the cats). So take a chill pill, sister!

From that moment on, there has been no peace in this house. She is at the point in her life when potty trips happen every hour on the hour, twenty-four hours a day. The human has assigned me the responsibility of escorting her outside for these trips. I haven’t had a decent nights sleep in a week! Worse then getting up with her is the fact that she has taken over my cuddle sack, three of my favorite toys and helped herself to my bowl of food whenever my back is turned.

I’ve protested to the humans but my complaints have fallen on deaf ears. “Let her have the toy BJ” the human says, “She’s little BJ, be patient with her.” And, if I hear “BJ, be a good big brother and watch out for Candy in the backyard.” one more timeI am so going to heave my cookies!

Here’s how my day goes since my “sister” arrived:

I get up, again, and take “sister” in the backyard for her morning business. Watch while she finds all my favorite spots and uses them. Go behind her and reclaim my spots, then chase her into the house.

Try to eat breakfast while “sister” growls in my face and runs circles around me like a vulture. Get an upset stomach from all the noise, and throw up.

Try to take a nap on the couch while “sister” raids my toy box and gets out my most favorite stuffed animal. Get off the couch, take my toy away from “sister” and take it with me back to the couch for my nap.

Try to sleep while “sister” bounces on the cushion trying to pull my toy out from underneath me. Ignore her nipping my tail and feet while trying to pull my toy out from underneath me. Give up and let her have the toy.

Take “sister” out for another business trip. Make my own business while she watches. Remark all my spots again before chasing “sister” back to the house.

Try to finish my nap on the couch while “sister” rips open my favorite toy. Try to take toy back from “sister” and get caught by the human with “stuffing” in my mouth. Human takes stuffing and toy to put in trash. “Sister” gets another toy. I consider what the human would do if I got caught with "sister" in my mouth?

Go to the bedroom and get on human bed to finish nap. Awaken two minutes later with “sister” yelling at the foot of the bed because she can’t get up that high. Human hears her racket and immediately puts her on bed to “take a nap with brother BJ”.

“Sister” waits for human to leave and immediately starts ripping hole in humans favorite pillow. I move to closet for the rest of my nap. “Sister” starts screaming on the bed; human arrives and puts “sister” on the floor. Human asks me why I left her alone on the bed. OH HUMPH!! I go back to the couch but guess what….”sister” has to pee again!

So the day goes on, I don’t get a decent nap, “sister” destroys two more toys, eats my food and rips a hole in another pillow. The only bright spot is when she decides to play a game of tag with the cat and forces him to retreat to the top shelf of the hall closet.

I am told to be patient with “sister” as she is still very young and has had a rough start in life. I am told that is what a good “big brother” does and that she’ll calm down in a few days… I think I’m going to run away and join the French Foreign Legion…. Dying in the dessert fighting rats sounds better then raising a little “sister”!!

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