OK, I guess having a brother is kind of cool.

So, it turns out that having a brother is not so bad. It's actually kind of fun. He's keeping me young. We especially love to play bitey-face. Oliver originally initiated the game, but now sometimes I like to get him started too. The best thing is that we usually don't bark when we play, so we don't get in trouble with the neighbors!



When we've both had enough rough-housing, we like to nap. We usually sleep "near" each other, as opposed to "with" each other, but every once in a while, Mom catches us doing this:



And we have a lot of fun on road trips, sometimes even sharing the same seat:





But the only bad thing is that Oliver pretty much freaks out whenever we get left alone. Our "people" started out putting him in his kennel when they all had to leave the house, but he freaked out pretty bad and they thought they would see if he did better having free run of the house with me. The result is that he scratched a big section of rug-yarn out of the living room rug and now it has a bald spot. (Mom didn't take a picture with the giant ball of rug-yarn all piled up. She just clipped it all off and this is the result.) I'm pretty sure this kind of behavior will continue to secure my place in the home as FAVORITE.