SIBLING RIVALRY
If you've followed my column, you know that Wendy Wolf adopted me. If you're adopted, then anyone else she adopts becomes your sibling, blood relative or not. Guess what? Wendy adopted another 'fur child,' as she calls us. His name is Tiki and he's about my age (4 years old), my size (4 pounds), and he's a Pomeranian too, but his coloring is beige and white as opposed my more classy formal black and white.
Having a sibling has its pro's and con's. Admittedly, he's fun to play with. I try to teach him about my fierce aggressive moves, how to mark one's territory, and what delirious fun it is to run around real fast in big circles in the back yard. But he's a little slow in learning how to trust people (he's a 'rescue' dog), how to socialize with humans, and, of course, all my Handi-Dog educated skills.
The down side is jealousy. He's inclined to be a 'kiss ass,' kissing up to Wendy every chance he gets. He wears this perpetual smile on his face all the time, kinda like the 'Joker' in Batman. It sure looks convincing, but nobody can be that happy ALL the time! I wouldn't exactly call him a 'phoney,' but that 'smiley face' is stiff competition.
Wendy says that next season she's going to take him to Handi-Dog classes. That's when he's gonna learn who's boss here. I already got my diploma and my Handi-Dog vest, and he's got a long way to go to match my ability to pick up things for Wendy, operate electric light and door switches for her, and be a ferocious guard dog if anyone get's too close to her wheelchair.
When I first arrived at Wendy's as a baby, there were two other 'fur children' here. In reality, they were hardly children, rather they were two sixteen year old Yorkshire Terriers named Truffles and Snickers. You kinda get a theme here: Truffles, Snickers, Oreo. Yes, Wendy is a charter member of Chocoholics Anonymous. Being sixteen years old made the two Yorkies the equivalent of over a hundred years old in human terms. They would hardly move when I would pounce on them, and forget about running those crazy circles in the back yard. When they disappeared, Wendy told me they had gone to 'Doggie Heaven,' wherever that is. I missed them for a while. But now there's Tiki. I guess Tiki was named before he arrived, because he kind of broke the 'chocolate' theme.
I guess what we have here is the beginning of a 'love hate' relationship. So, for all you lovers out there who find that love relationships can have their conflicted moments, take it from Tiki and me, its all worth the effort!
See you next month!! Oh yes! If you want to see my previous columns, visit the Oreo Archives.
