And then Mom got up and went into the bathroom (naturally, I followed her.)
And then that OTHER dog started talking to my Mom - telling her that he needed to go out!
Everyone knows you don't have to tell Mom this in the morning, and that she gets to go first!
But she finished, and then carried the OTHER ONE downstairs and outside, and he peed a lot, and then he pooped, which for some reason made Mom weirdly happy - she never gets excited when I poop!
And then we went inside for breakfast. And she fed the OTHER one first. This is so not fair.
He finally finished, and I cleaned up his mess, and Mom fixed my food, and let the OTHER one lick all the gravy out of my breakfast. There is only so much I can take! But he finally drank it all, and Mom put more gravy in, and I ate my breakfast, while the 2 of them went upstairs.
And when I got upstairs, I jumped up on the bed and found the OTHER one ON MY MOM'S BED!
Yikes! Look at my pouty sad face!
But I held my ground, until Mom came and sat down right where I was, and I had to move to the foot of the bed.
The OTHER one got to stay up there with her.
The OTHER one decided he would come down into my territory, and he put his butt right next to mine!!
Mom says you are lucky you cannot see the expression on my face right now. But there was no way I was moving off my Mom's bed!
After a couple of hours, we went outside for a pee break, and when we came back in, Mom fixed more of my delicious food with gravy, and let the OTHER one have all the gravy. Then they went upstairs, and I stayed down in the kitchen, gobbling up the gravy-less food.
And I enjoyed it until Mom kicked me with her giant foot, and I had to get off the bed for my own safety - so I decided I would get in my nice soft bed.
But, OH NOES!!
The other one is in my bed!
This is totally not fair.
Mom tried to tell me that this bed is supposed to be for the OTHER one, but I call foul on that.
'Cause look who is in it! Me, that's who!!
And just now I got up to try to go get back in my good bed, and the OTHER one is still there - so I growled at Mom to make sure she knows about all this injustice, and she just asked me if I want to go outside. Can the woman not understand a thing I tell her? That was totally NOT my "I need to go outside" growl.
So now I am lying on the plain old bare floor, suffering. With my butt facing my Mom, 'cause she needs to know I am mad.
And Mom says the OTHER ONE's name is Gumball. I say his name is Trouble, or Interloper, or GET THE HELL OUT OF MY BED!