This weekend I learned what it would be like if I had a little sister. Let's just say, I'm not a fan. My grandparents adopted Emma shortly before New Years and they all came up to visit me Friday. Emma and I did OK that night, sniffing each other and general get-to-know-you stuff. The problem was she would. Not. Leave. Me. Alone! She got put in Time Out for trying to jump on me (I don't like that) and after a little while, she jumped out of the pen! That got her put in her crate. For some reason, I wouldn't settle that evening, so I went to bed early, too. The next morning was more of the same and Emma followed me everywhere. That got old fast. We went on a walk and that helped her not be quite so obnoxious, but she still had to get into everything I did. Mom commented that she looks like a smaller version of me and really could be my sister. No thanks, Mommy.
The only good part about having her around is that Grandma gave us chewies that we each buried. Emma would forget about hers, so I'd dig hers up and eat both!
Emma looked like this a lot...One big blur. Not quite as bad as The Thing though.
I buried my bone in my toy box. Then dug it up later and buried it on the couch. Then dug it up and buried it in my crate. Then dug it up and I think I ate it.
Waiting for a treat
Mommy, that dog is exhausting. Save me.
Emma was good for Dad. She was on her leash a lot so she wouldn't get all up in my business.
Emma in Time Out.
On Saturday, my other grandparents came to visit. Of course, Grandma brought treats. I had to share with Emma, but not much. The humans all went out for lunch with me and Emma in our own crates. After they came home, Emma and my grandparents went back home. Whew!
Emma's not quite as bad as The Thing, but she's a little bit older. I still wouldn't like to have a sister all the time. Mom said if that ever happened, they'd make sure my sister or brother was closer to my own age, so I didn't have a puppy trying to play with me. No thanks, Mommy. I prefer being the only dog!