I love my sisters
I love my sisters and didn’t want them to go home. It was just amazing having them here. I asked Mum if they could come round every day, but it’s not that easy. It’s a shame they don’t live nearby. Freya lives in London and Raya is in Peterborough. It was a shame my brothers couldn’t be here too, but we still had the most amazing time.
To begin with Raya wasn’t sure what to make of me. Once we got over that we ran and ran and rolled together. In many ways we were so well matched. Raya is a slimmer build than me and she was fastest of the three of us. Freya wasn’t nearly so up for rough and tumble. She said she was happy to watch the two of us. My sisters’ humans were pretty cool too. I liked them all.
Sharing
Freya enjoyed chewing on one of my bones. I really didn’t mind. Mum says I’m good at sharing. By the end of the afternoon when I wouldn’t stop asking Freya to play with me, Mum said I wasn’t being fair and she took me out of the way. Apparently it’s ok for a dog not to want to play with me. Who knew? Mum tried explaining that Freya had asked me nicely to leave her alone, but frankly, I just don’t get all that stuff. I kept asking ‘Why not?’ which Freya was finding more and more difficult.
Raya was more on my wavelength. I think if she could live with me I’d love it. Dad said that would not be happening and of course, her humans wouldn’t want that either. Mum tried saying to Dad it showed that it would be good for me to have another dog around, but Dad calmly and firmly said ‘no’.
Fast paced exercise
When Mum checked my Maven health tracker, one of the hours we were together showed I’d been active for the whole 60 minutes and of that 50 minutes was fast paced exercise. I tried to argue that meant I’d earnt some extra food, but Mum wasn’t having any of it.
Pebbles
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