At first, when I heard Cousin Kat and her husband David and Baby Teddy were coming to VT, I’m thinking, how cool is that! Everyone told me Teddy and I had so much in common — we both weigh exactly the same (29 pounds); we both will eat anything we find — and for the first hour or so, it was kind of fun hanging out with this miniature dude. But let me tell you, it got old in a hurry. O-M-G! For two whole days it was
nothing but Teddy this! Teddy that! Isn’t he just too cute? Anyone remember how cute everyone says I am? And he kept calling me the woof-woof. “Where’s woof-woof?” Excuse me, but I have a name? Also, he tried to climb onto the dining room table again and again and again — and they just let him! “Look how persistent he is!” Know what happens when I do that? I get whacked, and sent down to the mudroom, behind bars. Talk about a double standard! But you know what really got me? Beagle Man would say, “Where’s my boy?” . . . and he meant him! “My boy” — that’s what he usually calls me! And then he lets the little pipsqueak sit right next to him during Knicks vs. Heat on Sunday — as if I’m chopped liver. Not that I’m jealous or anything. A little secret? On Sunday, I stole Teddy’s Granola bar while he was reaching for his sippy cup. Just a little payback . . .
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