I have two older sisters, a tall one and a furry one. The tall one, Cheri, isn't too bad, she is a lot like Mommy. She takes care of me and gives me lots of love. On the other hand, my furry sister, Cheyenne, loves to pick on me. I love to play with her but she can be kind of rough sometimes. I'm trying to grow into this body of mine and Cheyenne thinks it's funny to knock me down and wait until I get up and then knock me down again. It is a good thing I love her...and Mom says that when I am big I can knock her down because I will be more than double her size. I am so looking forward to that! The fun part is that I am bigger than my cat siblings. I try not to pick on them too much because Mommy yells at me when I do and I hate when she is mad at me. Cheyenne also eats all my food when Mom isn't looking. Mommy always fills it back up but how rude it that?
My favorite part of the day is when Mommy takes Cheyenne and I for our walk on the trail. Daddy made us a trail and we call it El Rastro de Ramirez. Cheyenne and I run, and run, and run. How many dogs have their own personal trail? I am one lucky dog.
Every once in a while Mommy decides to take me somewhere in her car. I really don't like that thing. She takes me fun places like the park, Aunt Jane's pond, the pet store, but I wish we didn't have to take the car. I just can't seem to get into it and when I am in I fall over every time she turns. I'm thinking about eating the car one day when Mommy isn't looking.
Mom was gone to Aunt Sue's for a few days and while she was there I taught Daddy a new trick. Every time I raise my paw he gives me a treat. When Mommy got home I taught it to her too. I even taught Cheri to do the trick. I wonder what I can teach them next?
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