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.
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!!