You know, I don’t mind losing my position as the one and only dog of the family. It doesn’t bother me much that I will be sharing the ear scratching, the belly rubbing and treat time with a young pup. However, if I am to be a mentor to this new addition to our pack, a few ground rules must be understood.
First off, she needs to calm down a little. No, make that calm down a lot.
Sydney the Dog, here, writing this week’s column for my human, who apparently is off chasing through the woods after Mickey, the new dog in town. In her case, the name “Mickey” reminds me not so much of that universally loved cartoon mouse and theme park entrepreneur as of the 1980s pop song “Mickey” with the lyrics: “Oh, Mickey you’re so fine, you’re so fine you blow my mind ....”