My new alphas are Cate and Claire, and I also live with two really big German Shepherds. They're both smelly boys, and they're named Echo and Sabre. I thought people might be entertained by my adventures, so I started this blog.
This is me:
This is my oldest brother in the pack, Echo, drowning me with his 5 foot tongue again:
Echo and I get along great, although he says he really doesn't like me biting his tail. It's fun, so I'm not sure why he doesn't like it. I can usually get a few good jump attacks in on him before he catches me. I run fast and can escape through small places he can only get his nose.
This is my other brother Sabre, who keeps telling me he's confused. He says I smell like a dog but I don't look like one or even sound like a real dog. I howl and talk at him, but he just keeps looking at me funny like he doesn't understand. I guess I need to learn to speak German or something. I think he's still trying to tell if I'm some really cool new toy. He stepped on my paw this morning, which really hurt because he's a heavy butt. I growled at him and pounced him and play-bowed twice trying to get him to take me on so I could show him I was tough, but I think he felt bad about making me cry. I hate looking like a sissy, so I'll have to beat him up when he's not looking. This is a picture of him staring at me trying to figure out where my batteries go. I don't know what batteries are, but I told him I don't think I have any. He just gave me that look again:
I don't think he's too smart.
I've lived with them for 4 days now, I left my old family on Saturday. A lot has happened since then, but Claire needs to feed me now cause my tummy hurts.
Bye!
Dief
