Happy Birthday, Katie!

Hey, all you wiener lovers! I know I promised my birth story next, but much to my chagrin, I forgot that today is Katie’s birthday and she’s a whole two years old! Now, for those of you who don’t know Katie, well, Katie is my sister, a Doberman Pinscher (I told you I had a weird family story coming!). Mom brought her home two years ago and, while I didn’t mind at the time because she was little, well, I sorta mind now. It’s not that she’s that bad, to be honest. It’s just that I get really tired of her sticking my head down her throat! It’s like she’s measuring me for a hat with her mouth. Sheesh!

Anyway, when Mom first brought her home, she really was kinda cute. She played with me a lot and slept in my bed. Even now, if I lie down, she wants to sleep in my bed. What a baby! You’d think, her being a big, tough Doberman Pinscher, she’d act like it. No, not Katie! She’s a wiener, and not in a good way like me! She’s a pain in my patootie!

I mean, I can’t go anywhere without Katie wanting to go. Gotta go pee? Katie comes to sniff. Gotta go poo? Katie comes to sniff. What?! Is she demented or something?! It’s not like I go around sniffing her business, ya know! Sometimes, I just wanna go out and be a big girl dog, for cryin’ out loud, without my little sister tagging along! I can’t even meet the cute dog down the street without Katie nosing in, wanting to know what’s going on and what I’m doing!

Oh, and get this! By now, most of you know I star in my Momma’s greeting card line, TylerDog Cards. I’m like a major star, probably bigger than Oprah. Well, maybe not Oprah, but at least as big as Rachael Ray! So, like I’m a star. And I know how to pose. I wrote the book on posing for dog photography! And what does Katie do? She thinks that because she’s new, she should get top billing! The minute Mom turns on the lights, Katie jumps up on the posing table, thinking she’s the one who should be having her picture taken!

Well, this last time Mom set-up the lights, I let her have it! I’d already put up with enough of her prima donna ways, so when Mom put me on the table and Katie thought she should be up there, too, I really let her have it. Just look below to see my response…

Aren’t my teeth pretty?! I tell you, I let her know beyond a shadow of a doubt, it was my turn and she needed to get off of my posing table! Needless to say, Mom had to intervene because Katie, the big crybaby, whined and cried. Geez! What a big baby!

Oh, wait…this was supposed to be a birthday tribute, right?

Well, I guess, when it’s all said and done, I actually do sorta like Katie. She reminds me a little bit of my big brother, Grady, whom I will tell you about in coming posts. And Katie does love me. She’s just young and stupid sometimes, like we all can be. Well, not me, but you know, everyone else. 🙂

And on that note, I suppose I should say, “Happy birthday, Katie! I love you!”


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