Emily here. Mom left the door to her office open so I decided I needed to clear up a few things. First of all, I do not always give Olive a hard time. Mom makes it look like I push Olive around and I don't. Well, not as much as you see in this blog. Sometimes Olive gets in the way. What am I supposed to do...wait for her to move? That's like waiting for a tree to get out of the way! Honestly, Olive can be such a pain.
Let me tell you a few facts about Olive. Olive is very needy. Yes, she is. She sometimes sticks so close to me I feel like I have a twin sister or something. I mean, we don't look anything alike; she's small and brown and sad looking, and I'm big and white and gorgeous! (Mom tells me how gorgeous I am, so hey...I have to agree.) Anyway, back to Olive. Olive wants to be wherever I am, all the time. We get to cuddle at night, when Mom and Tom watch TV, and my favorite spot is with Tom. But every night Olive tries to worm her way in...and take over that spot! Sometimes I have to lie down on top of her to get in! And guess what... she doesn't even move! Honestly, she can be such a bully.
Now, about me. Cause I really rule the roost here. I am not a spoiled dog. If I were a spoiled dog, I'd have all the treats I want. I'd have the spot on the bed with Tom with my name on it, and Olive would never be allowed in it. I'd get a long, long walk every day so I could do all my blogging too. We don't do long walks cause Olive can't walk as far as she used to. Something about getting old. Anyway, if I were a spoiled dog Mom and Tom would NEVER work on those computer things. They would pet me and massage me and feed me and walk me and I would be allowed to bark my head off at everyone who goes by, rather than having them say, "Stop! No!" and then closing the curtains so I can't see out. Jeesh!
Plus, they would feed me first (okay, they already do that); they would make sure I get tons of treats - the good kinds, the crunchy kind and the meatball kind - and they would not complain when Olive leaves stuff in her bowl and I eat it. Seriously, she should eat it if she wants it. If she leaves treats or food in her bowl and walks away, that's an invitation for me to step in, don't you think? Olive doesn't mind. Mom is the one who gets all cranky about it. (don't tell her I said that)
I'll let Olive speak now... but don't listen to her. She makes things up. Really...she does.
I do not make things up. I tell it like it is. Olive here. Emily didn't even want me to speak... and she's sitting here giving me that look, the one that says I will never get in her place on the bed if I tell the truth. But, I will always tell the truth.
Let's talk about the bed. Why should Emily always have the best spot? That spot near Tom is the softest and the warmest. I mean, our Tom is a warm guy. He creates warmth wherever he goes! I know that Emily wants me to snuggle near Mom, and I do, plenty of times. I love snuggling with Mom. She pets my 'little head' and showers me with kisses. But sometimes I just wanna be left alone. So, I get myself over to Tom's side and I push up against Emily. Isn't that what sisters are for?
If we're talking spoiled dogs, it's not me. I mean, sometimes I have accidents in the house (I'm not getting any younger, you know), and Mom and Tom always yell at me. "Oh Olive," they say, "why didn't you go outside when we just put you outside?" And they sigh, as they clean up. Really, do they have to complain so much? It's cold out there. I can't pee out there in the cold!
Another thing, what about the cat? Molly is HUGE! I think she's bigger than me. She scares me. I am not sure of her, at all. It's good that Emily just has to give her a nose tap to send her scurrying to Mom's office where she sleeps in the window. Oh yeah, how come SHE gets to sleep in that comfy window spot where the sun comes in? In the picture here, I am on a pillow in the spare room...this was when we first moved in to the new house. I liked it there. Lots of sun came in there. A few weeks after we moved in, Mom closed the door the spare room so now I have no where to get sun! If anyone is spoiled in this house, it's Molly!
Another thing... about my food. I'm a little girl. I don't eat as fast as Emily. It's scary, I know, but Emily gulps her food like a ... wild animal. There, I said it. I'm dainty and I take time with my food. Even my treats. If I leave a little in the bowl, it's because I want to go back later and finish it. I'm so glad Mom keeps and eye out for me.
And walks... why does Emily think I should keep up with her? I have tiny little legs. And I like to snuffle a lot. I mean, blog. I blog a lot. And I leave a lot of comments. Emily just barrels ahead like she's in charge. You should see here - she struts her stuff when we walk! No wonder all the other dogs bark at her. I won't even share what they say, here. I know this is a family blog.
Maybe Emily and I are spoiled a little. Just a little. But, that's cause we're both so cute! I know this cause Mom and Tom say so all the time. Oh yeah!
And there you have it. From the spoiled dogs. Molly, the cat here. Let's just make one thing clear... they are 'spoiled' to keep them quiet. I will share the TRUTH of things in a post of my own, some day. Because... as you all know... I can make them do whatever I want, whenever I want. And yes, I mean Tom, Mom, Emily or Olive.
I am the cat.
(p.s. A little note from Mom... see Olive and Emily above, getting cozy on our bed as they wait for Tom. If we spoil them, it's because they are so precious to us. May that never change.)