You Can't Mess With The German Greyhound

Bunny here, finally getting a chance at the keyboard this week.

I can't lie, adjusting to life with a new sister is not the easiest thing to do.  Morgan is always licking my face, and sniffing me, and looking at my couch, and trying to steal Mom from me.  It's really frustrating, but I try to be patient.  Mom reminds me that I was her age when I came to live here and that certain hounds were patient with me when I was learning the ropes.  I have no idea what she's talking about or why Blueberry is making faces over there on her dog bed!

Still, Morgan's not all bad and I have to admit that she's growing on me.  Last weekend we went to our favorite dog park, and it was really busy.  Mom was a bit unsure about going in when we got there because she saw this large Rottweiler going in, but she figured Morgan really needed her exercise and Dad thought it would be okay.  Well, when we got in the gate, there was this little Pitbull mix who was playbowing at me and so at first I was distracted, because I really wanted to play with him.  The next thing I knew, this Rottweiler had jumped up sideways over Morgan's back and she backed up and got away from Dad.  After a few moments, they got things sorted out and that Rottweiler backed off. 

I thought she was pretty rude, but I'm not big enough to take on some Rottweiler, even if her name was Sugarbunch!   We girls walked around the dog park and did a poop patrol.  I looked at Blueberry and she didn't seem too concerned about anything besides finding some cool dirt to dig a hole in so she could lay down.  Morgan was walking around with me some, and then I had my idea. 

I gave Morgan "the look" and took off.  Of course Morgan followed along with me.  The little Pitbull mix tried to keep up with us but didn't have a chance.  That big Rottie tried to chase us, but she totally had to eat our dust!  The other dogs in the park all had a good laugh about it!

So, while Morgan might still bother me a little with the face licking, I'll just say that while it's okay for me to put Morgan in her place, other dogs better look out.  Morgan's place is right behind me, and nobody's messing with the hairy Greyhound on my watch!