Bella Thinks She's so Alpha

Gotta post first. Whoopee doo! Who's got the 42 canines?

That's my little sister for ya. She looks good - nice pretty coat - but in the things that matter, she's been trying to catch me ever since we were born. She runs like a prissy girl. Fights like one too. Get a good nip in there and WOOF! What a temper.

I can't believe she let the marinated kibble go to waste. Dad flavored it to perfection. It was a chicken meal, rice, cheese and yogurt medley. Delish! Oh well. Even when she had all her teeth, she was a bit particular about what she ate. Up-turned nose to canned food. Gotta have that kibble. She doesn't know what she's missing. Fancies herself human. I've seen her eat zucchini, tomatoes and olives. What's that about? It certainly doesn't make her refined, not when she prostitutes herself with that rolling over freak show to get treats. I get just as many as she does, and I just lift my paw. Occasionally, I'll throw in a roll if Dad insists. Gotta keep the peace.

Anyhow, I hope she gets better soon. It's not the same when she's in a funk like this. All she does is sleep. When are we gonna go get some rabbit? Yip!

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