This is my new baby sister, Scout. She’s not very big right now, so I’m teaching her lots of stuff. Mom says I can’t call her my little sister, because she’s going to grow until she’s bigger than me. Mom says she’s a “pibble “. At least I think that’s what she said- I was busy smelling of her and making sure it was OK for her to come in the house.
Mom says I’m part “pibble” too. She says the part that isn’t pibble is terror. (She laughs when she says that – I don’t know why).
This was our first nap together; we played hard until we got tired. She likes chewing on my lip and I like grabbing her tail or leg. She lays on her back and bites my belly and then I try to lay on top of her but I had to stop because Mom says that’s not nice. So we just had to lay like this.
Scout sleeps in a big tote by the bed – she’s not grown up enough like me, to sleep up on the bed yet. She’s just a baby.
Mom says I’m going to have to share my stuff with her. She likes laying on MY blanket, and chewing MY tennis ball, and trying to eat MY bottle and MY brush… but I showed her. She can’t get up on the sofa yet, so I picked up my brush and walked around her so she could see it – then I jumped on the sofa so I could chew it and she couldn’t.
But when Mom had to get back to work, we went to the office to play. Scout got my tennis ball, and when I tried to take it away from her, we both tried pulling on it.
Mom says that Scout and I are both good dogs, and that we’ll take care of business. She says we have to be a team and work together. I don’t know what she means, but I think it means that we’re gonna have to love one another and watch out for each other.
How should one chase a thousand, and two put ten thousand to flight, except their Rock had sold them, and the LORD had shut them up? Deut. 32:30