#she inspired me to get a chiweenie later

[puppy-wife]

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❣️🥰 hello darlings! my name is Bunny, and I hope you enjoy my very gay, very chaotic blog 🥰❣️

💖 Age/Zodiac: 31 years old, Aries ☀️, Taurus 🌙, Scorpio ⬆️

💘 Location: PNW, US. GMT-7

💖 Gender: gendertrash, trans femme enby, otherworldly slut

💘 Pronouns: she/they mostly, but I also use neopronouns, ae/aer. no one really uses my neos, but they make me happy 🥰

💖 Sexuality: queer lesbian (I only date non-men, so nonbinary individuals are also included 😘)

💘 Relationship: polyamorous/enm. I currently have one romantic nesting partner, @kitty-husband. I am not currently trying to start any new relationships, other than platonic

💖 Transitioning since 11/2021 🏳️‍⚧️

💘 Top/Bottom: I'm a switch, so I love both! in most of my relationships, I tend towards Dom top, but I really enjoy getting to be a good girl, good puppy ☺️🥺

💖 K!nks: d/s, s/m, bondage, estim, impact, power play, primal play, pet play, hypno, intox, and experimentalist! and many more. if we are friends, you can ask for my fet 😉

💘 Pet Names: (from left to right, Dommy to subby) Mistress, Goddess, Miss, Ma'am, Mommy, slut, whore, bitch, Pup, Puppy, Good Girl, princess.

💖 Hard Limits: yelling at me, and anything involving poop or vom

💘 Hobbies: ttrpgs, magic the gathering, reading, writing (more on that later!), tv and movies, and trying to do more art!

💖 Main Fandoms: the Locked Tomb, Kamen Rider, Marvel/MCU (I know, don't judge me), Hannibal, and a bunch else!

💘 My (actual) Pets: I have a 9 year old chiweenie named Cupcake, and my NP has a cat and a tarantula! I want to get ferrets sometime soon.

💖 Favorite Books: I, Strahd, by P.N. Elrod. Gideon the Ninth, by Tamsyn Muir. Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe, by Benjamin Alire Sáenz.

💘 Anons: none currently, but if you'd like to claim an emoji or nickname, please feel free 😘

💖 Writing: so I've been writing for most of my life, a lot of my work is focused on poetry and short form fiction. I do have a book that I am currently working on about a magical school, and I also have a homebrew universe that is somewhat d&d-inspired that I've been writing fics for and running ttrpgs in for almost 10 years. Feel free to ask about it if you're interested!

💘 I think that mostly covers everything, and of course if you have anything you wanna ask, my inbox is open 😘 thank you for reading all of this, sweetie! 🥰

[nightmarewritings]

Sorry if this is getting annoying but your writing is really good ♥️ as a Mexican I've personally seen like ten of theses dogs but slashers with a s/o who has a Chihuahua who acts like they've personally fought God is older than the slasher and their s/o has outlived plenty family members and looks about ready to bite the dust but somehow always bounces back. My Chihuahua just died and seeing the slashers react to a dog like her would make me so happy.

It's not getting annoying at all, thank you so very much for enjoying my writing!

I'm so sorry to hear about your dog, I've always had a huge fondness for chihuahuas, they can be wild and unpredictable sometimes but they've always got lots of heart. I went with three I think would like a smaller brave dog the best.

S/O With A Chihuahua

Jason Voorhees-

Jason LOVES dogs, and this little one is no exception! Hell, one this might even be his favorite.

He greatly admires how tenacious and brave they are. For such a small creature it has such a large personality and isn't in the slightest afraid of him.

Feels a bit of a bond between him and the chihuahua, both can come back from almost anything, and he just adores how they look and their personality.

Vincent Sinclair-

Adores them! They're practically the complete opposite of him in dog-form, but he likes that. It feels like he's getting brought out of his shell a little every time he's around them.

This dog INSPIRES him, Vincent will make paintings and sculptures of this little chihuahua fighting God, demons, monsters, anything, and always coming out on top.

I feel like a dog like that would get along pretty well with Jonesy. I've always liked small dog-big dog friendships, and this feels like it could be one. Vincent would be overjoyed if they got along.

Jesse Cromeans-

Jesse respects the hell outta this dog. Small, scrappy, and fearless, that's what he'd want in a dog and this chihuahua certainly delivers.

So brave! Doesn't even flinch when it sees him take off his mask. He's just always kinda amazed at how tough this tiny dog is.

Because they're so old, he feels the need to spoil the hell outta this dog even more than he would a younger one. After all, they've lasted a long time being this badass, why not reward them?

[daddyslittlejuliet]

My Dog Sibling Is My Parents’ Favorite Offspring

Recently, my parents added a dog sibling to my family and that little Chiweenie has effortlessly pushed aside my sister and me to become my folks’ favorite offspring.

Human and dog siblings — a history

Up close and personal with Junior, my very cute dog sibling. Photography courtesy Wendy Newell.

When I was born, I was supposed to be a junior, named after my father. That plan went out the window when the doctor exclaimed, “It’s a girl!” A year and a half later, my dad got another shot at a namesake. Once again, my sister foiled the plan by being female. To help take the sting out of an all-female brood, my little sis shares my dad’s middle name. Knowing this, it makes perfect sense that the dog that kicked us off our parents’ pedestal is named Junior. My dad named him. It wasn’t up for discussion.

Our family had dogs growing up. When I was born, I took priority over Whiskers, a Dachshund mix who had happily lived with her mom and dad in bliss until baby Wendy interrupted that fantasy. Obviously, this is karma paying me back for that.

As my sister and I grew up, we had a family dog, Rambo, who spent most of his time out in the backyard being a dog. We adored him but he was our dog, not our brother.

Treating our dogs as family

My mom and dad with Junior. Photography courtesy Wendy Newell.

As adults, both my sister and I have dogs who are treated as parts of the family and my parents took on the role of “dog grandparents” with enthusiasm. My dog, Riggins, has spent quality time with my folks when I had to travel for work. He has them wrapped around his paw, even managing to kick my mom out of her own bed, so he can sleep comfortably with my dad in the master bedroom. When I drop off Riggins for a sleepover my mom will exclaim, “I guess I have to go make the guest bedroom!” That’s where she’ll be spending the night!

I suppose it is partially my sister’s and my own fault that our new fuzzy brother has taken over. We treat our own pups like members of the family, so why shouldn’t my folks do the same? These two retired adults have thrown themselves into being pet parents again will enthusiasm and gusto.

The life of the family favorite: my dog sibling

Junior has a pretty sweet life. Photography courtesy Wendy Newell.

My dad, who had to be persuaded — almost strong armed — into getting a dog in the first place, gets all gushy and mushy around his four-legged son. Junior will nap on his dad’s lap while he plays Sudoku for hours or he will curl up next to his mom on the sofa while she works on a sewing project. That little bundle of fur has a good life.

As the holidays get closer, my mom is already planning out their holiday card, making sure their outfits match Junior’s. She has suggested that her grandchildren may be a part of the picture, but my sister and I are out. The little fuzzball already had a Halloween photoshoot frolicking amongst the pumpkins.

Junior gets to go camping with my folks and, even though he has only been part of the family for a couple of months, he’s already had adventures in his personal camper carrier that my dad got for him. When I join in on a camping trip, my pup and I squish into a two-man tent. Meanwhile, my dog sibling gets the luxury of an entire motorhome.

My dog brother is no dummy. He’s playing the long game. Junior is very cautious around me ­— he’s obviously aware that I’m the eldest and therefore should be the most important. He’s started to warm up, but he still runs to hide under our mom’s legs if I move too fast. I’ve been through this when my sister and I were little. I don’t need another little snitch running to mom and dad to tell on me.

What does our dog sibling have that makes him better than his human sisters?

My dog sibling is small, cute and loves being pet behind the ears — I do not. Photography courtesy Wendy Newell.

Junior is free with his kisses. Seriously, he will happily lick your face over and over. I’m not licking your face — ever.

He doesn’t require much food and will really eat anything you give him. I don’t like anything that has been in the sea and most red meat.

This new dog sibling of mine doesn’t take up much space. I require my own bed if I’m sleeping in the motorhome.

Junior only needs a bath occasionally. I get grouchy if I’m staying with my folks and don’t have warm water for a shower every morning.

He will love you forever if you just scratch behind his ear. Don’t even try it with me.

My puppy brother will never date a loser for years, which causes his family stress and heartache. I plead the fifth.

I suppose I get it now. All this and the kid is cute. He has the softest coat you’ve ever felt, and his blue eyes adds to his adorableness. I suppose now that my sister and I are adults, we can share the love of our parents with our dog sibling — if we must!

Tell us: I have a feeling I’m not the only one who has had a fuzzy dog sibling become the family favorite. Do you have a dog sibling who’s the family favorite? What do you think about dogs as family members? Tell us your stories in the comments below.

Thumbnail: Photography courtesy Wendy Newell.

Read more dog news on Dogster.com:

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What Inspired One Woman to Adopt an ‘Unadoptable’ Senior Dog

New Research for Dog Bloat

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[stiles-wtf]

My Dog Sibling Is My Parents’ Favorite Offspring

Recently, my parents added a dog sibling to my family and that little Chiweenie has effortlessly pushed aside my sister and me to become my folks’ favorite offspring.

Human and dog siblings — a history

Up close and personal with Junior, my very cute dog sibling. Photography courtesy Wendy Newell.

When I was born, I was supposed to be a junior, named after my father. That plan went out the window when the doctor exclaimed, “It’s a girl!” A year and a half later, my dad got another shot at a namesake. Once again, my sister foiled the plan by being female. To help take the sting out of an all-female brood, my little sis shares my dad’s middle name. Knowing this, it makes perfect sense that the dog that kicked us off our parents’ pedestal is named Junior. My dad named him. It wasn’t up for discussion.

Our family had dogs growing up. When I was born, I took priority over Whiskers, a Dachshund mix who had happily lived with her mom and dad in bliss until baby Wendy interrupted that fantasy. Obviously, this is karma paying me back for that.

As my sister and I grew up, we had a family dog, Rambo, who spent most of his time out in the backyard being a dog. We adored him but he was our dog, not our brother.

Treating our dogs as family

My mom and dad with Junior. Photography courtesy Wendy Newell.

As adults, both my sister and I have dogs who are treated as parts of the family and my parents took on the role of “dog grandparents” with enthusiasm. My dog, Riggins, has spent quality time with my folks when I had to travel for work. He has them wrapped around his paw, even managing to kick my mom out of her own bed, so he can sleep comfortably with my dad in the master bedroom. When I drop off Riggins for a sleepover my mom will exclaim, “I guess I have to go make the guest bedroom!” That’s where she’ll be spending the night!

I suppose it is partially my sister’s and my own fault that our new fuzzy brother has taken over. We treat our own pups like members of the family, so why shouldn’t my folks do the same? These two retired adults have thrown themselves into being pet parents again will enthusiasm and gusto.

The life of the family favorite: my dog sibling

Junior has a pretty sweet life. Photography courtesy Wendy Newell.

My dad, who had to be persuaded — almost strong armed — into getting a dog in the first place, gets all gushy and mushy around his four-legged son. Junior will nap on his dad’s lap while he plays Sudoku for hours or he will curl up next to his mom on the sofa while she works on a sewing project. That little bundle of fur has a good life.

As the holidays get closer, my mom is already planning out their holiday card, making sure their outfits match Junior’s. She has suggested that her grandchildren may be a part of the picture, but my sister and I are out. The little fuzzball already had a Halloween photoshoot frolicking amongst the pumpkins.

Junior gets to go camping with my folks and, even though he has only been part of the family for a couple of months, he’s already had adventures in his personal camper carrier that my dad got for him. When I join in on a camping trip, my pup and I squish into a two-man tent. Meanwhile, my dog sibling gets the luxury of an entire motorhome.

My dog brother is no dummy. He’s playing the long game. Junior is very cautious around me ­— he’s obviously aware that I’m the eldest and therefore should be the most important. He’s started to warm up, but he still runs to hide under our mom’s legs if I move too fast. I’ve been through this when my sister and I were little. I don’t need another little snitch running to mom and dad to tell on me.

What does our dog sibling have that makes him better than his human sisters?

My dog sibling is small, cute and loves being pet behind the ears — I do not. Photography courtesy Wendy Newell.

Junior is free with his kisses. Seriously, he will happily lick your face over and over. I’m not licking your face — ever.

He doesn’t require much food and will really eat anything you give him. I don’t like anything that has been in the sea and most red meat.

This new dog sibling of mine doesn’t take up much space. I require my own bed if I’m sleeping in the motorhome.

Junior only needs a bath occasionally. I get grouchy if I’m staying with my folks and don’t have warm water for a shower every morning.

He will love you forever if you just scratch behind his ear. Don’t even try it with me.

My puppy brother will never date a loser for years, which causes his family stress and heartache. I plead the fifth.

I suppose I get it now. All this and the kid is cute. He has the softest coat you’ve ever felt, and his blue eyes adds to his adorableness. I suppose now that my sister and I are adults, we can share the love of our parents with our dog sibling — if we must!

Tell us: I have a feeling I’m not the only one who has had a fuzzy dog sibling become the family favorite. Do you have a dog sibling who’s the family favorite? What do you think about dogs as family members? Tell us your stories in the comments below.

Thumbnail: Photography courtesy Wendy Newell.

Read more dog news on Dogster.com:

5 Dogs Who Ran for Political Office

What Inspired One Woman to Adopt an ‘Unadoptable’ Senior Dog

New Research for Dog Bloat

The post My Dog Sibling Is My Parents’ Favorite Offspring appeared first on Dogster.

[buynewsoul]

My Dog Sibling Is My Parents’ Favorite Offspring

Recently, my parents added a dog sibling to my family and that little Chiweenie has effortlessly pushed aside my sister and me to become my folks’ favorite offspring.

Human and dog siblings — a history

Up close and personal with Junior, my very cute dog sibling. Photography courtesy Wendy Newell.

When I was born, I was supposed to be a junior, named after my father. That plan went out the window when the doctor exclaimed, “It’s a girl!” A year and a half later, my dad got another shot at a namesake. Once again, my sister foiled the plan by being female. To help take the sting out of an all-female brood, my little sis shares my dad’s middle name. Knowing this, it makes perfect sense that the dog that kicked us off our parents’ pedestal is named Junior. My dad named him. It wasn’t up for discussion.

Our family had dogs growing up. When I was born, I took priority over Whiskers, a Dachshund mix who had happily lived with her mom and dad in bliss until baby Wendy interrupted that fantasy. Obviously, this is karma paying me back for that.

As my sister and I grew up, we had a family dog, Rambo, who spent most of his time out in the backyard being a dog. We adored him but he was our dog, not our brother.

Treating our dogs as family

My mom and dad with Junior. Photography courtesy Wendy Newell.

As adults, both my sister and I have dogs who are treated as parts of the family and my parents took on the role of “dog grandparents” with enthusiasm. My dog, Riggins, has spent quality time with my folks when I had to travel for work. He has them wrapped around his paw, even managing to kick my mom out of her own bed, so he can sleep comfortably with my dad in the master bedroom. When I drop off Riggins for a sleepover my mom will exclaim, “I guess I have to go make the guest bedroom!” That’s where she’ll be spending the night!

I suppose it is partially my sister’s and my own fault that our new fuzzy brother has taken over. We treat our own pups like members of the family, so why shouldn’t my folks do the same? These two retired adults have thrown themselves into being pet parents again will enthusiasm and gusto.

The life of the family favorite: my dog sibling

Junior has a pretty sweet life. Photography courtesy Wendy Newell.

My dad, who had to be persuaded — almost strong armed — into getting a dog in the first place, gets all gushy and mushy around his four-legged son. Junior will nap on his dad’s lap while he plays Sudoku for hours or he will curl up next to his mom on the sofa while she works on a sewing project. That little bundle of fur has a good life.

As the holidays get closer, my mom is already planning out their holiday card, making sure their outfits match Junior’s. She has suggested that her grandchildren may be a part of the picture, but my sister and I are out. The little fuzzball already had a Halloween photoshoot frolicking amongst the pumpkins.

Junior gets to go camping with my folks and, even though he has only been part of the family for a couple of months, he’s already had adventures in his personal camper carrier that my dad got for him. When I join in on a camping trip, my pup and I squish into a two-man tent. Meanwhile, my dog sibling gets the luxury of an entire motorhome.

My dog brother is no dummy. He’s playing the long game. Junior is very cautious around me ­— he’s obviously aware that I’m the eldest and therefore should be the most important. He’s started to warm up, but he still runs to hide under our mom’s legs if I move too fast. I’ve been through this when my sister and I were little. I don’t need another little snitch running to mom and dad to tell on me.

What does our dog sibling have that makes him better than his human sisters?

My dog sibling is small, cute and loves being pet behind the ears — I do not. Photography courtesy Wendy Newell.

Junior is free with his kisses. Seriously, he will happily lick your face over and over. I’m not licking your face — ever.

He doesn’t require much food and will really eat anything you give him. I don’t like anything that has been in the sea and most red meat.

This new dog sibling of mine doesn’t take up much space. I require my own bed if I’m sleeping in the motorhome.

Junior only needs a bath occasionally. I get grouchy if I’m staying with my folks and don’t have warm water for a shower every morning.

He will love you forever if you just scratch behind his ear. Don’t even try it with me.

My puppy brother will never date a loser for years, which causes his family stress and heartache. I plead the fifth.

I suppose I get it now. All this and the kid is cute. He has the softest coat you’ve ever felt, and his blue eyes adds to his adorableness. I suppose now that my sister and I are adults, we can share the love of our parents with our dog sibling — if we must!

Tell us: I have a feeling I’m not the only one who has had a fuzzy dog sibling become the family favorite. Do you have a dog sibling who’s the family favorite? What do you think about dogs as family members? Tell us your stories in the comments below.

Thumbnail: Photography courtesy Wendy Newell.

Read more dog news on Dogster.com:

5 Dogs Who Ran for Political Office

What Inspired One Woman to Adopt an ‘Unadoptable’ Senior Dog

New Research for Dog Bloat

The post My Dog Sibling Is My Parents’ Favorite Offspring appeared first on Dogster.

[jeffreyrwelch]

My Dog Sibling Is My Parents’ Favorite Offspring

Recently, my parents added a dog sibling to my family and that little Chiweenie has effortlessly pushed aside my sister and me to become my folks’ favorite offspring.

Human and dog siblings — a history

Up close and personal with Junior, my very cute dog sibling. Photography courtesy Wendy Newell.

When I was born, I was supposed to be a junior, named after my father. That plan went out the window when the doctor exclaimed, “It’s a girl!” A year and a half later, my dad got another shot at a namesake. Once again, my sister foiled the plan by being female. To help take the sting out of an all-female brood, my little sis shares my dad’s middle name. Knowing this, it makes perfect sense that the dog that kicked us off our parents’ pedestal is named Junior. My dad named him. It wasn’t up for discussion.

Our family had dogs growing up. When I was born, I took priority over Whiskers, a Dachshund mix who had happily lived with her mom and dad in bliss until baby Wendy interrupted that fantasy. Obviously, this is karma paying me back for that.

As my sister and I grew up, we had a family dog, Rambo, who spent most of his time out in the backyard being a dog. We adored him but he was our dog, not our brother.

Treating our dogs as family

My mom and dad with Junior. Photography courtesy Wendy Newell.

As adults, both my sister and I have dogs who are treated as parts of the family and my parents took on the role of “dog grandparents” with enthusiasm. My dog, Riggins, has spent quality time with my folks when I had to travel for work. He has them wrapped around his paw, even managing to kick my mom out of her own bed, so he can sleep comfortably with my dad in the master bedroom. When I drop off Riggins for a sleepover my mom will exclaim, “I guess I have to go make the guest bedroom!” That’s where she’ll be spending the night!

I suppose it is partially my sister’s and my own fault that our new fuzzy brother has taken over. We treat our own pups like members of the family, so why shouldn’t my folks do the same? These two retired adults have thrown themselves into being pet parents again will enthusiasm and gusto.

The life of the family favorite: my dog sibling

Junior has a pretty sweet life. Photography courtesy Wendy Newell.

My dad, who had to be persuaded — almost strong armed — into getting a dog in the first place, gets all gushy and mushy around his four-legged son. Junior will nap on his dad’s lap while he plays Sudoku for hours or he will curl up next to his mom on the sofa while she works on a sewing project. That little bundle of fur has a good life.

As the holidays get closer, my mom is already planning out their holiday card, making sure their outfits match Junior’s. She has suggested that her grandchildren may be a part of the picture, but my sister and I are out. The little fuzzball already had a Halloween photoshoot frolicking amongst the pumpkins.

Junior gets to go camping with my folks and, even though he has only been part of the family for a couple of months, he’s already had adventures in his personal camper carrier that my dad got for him. When I join in on a camping trip, my pup and I squish into a two-man tent. Meanwhile, my dog sibling gets the luxury of an entire motorhome.

My dog brother is no dummy. He’s playing the long game. Junior is very cautious around me ­— he’s obviously aware that I’m the eldest and therefore should be the most important. He’s started to warm up, but he still runs to hide under our mom’s legs if I move too fast. I’ve been through this when my sister and I were little. I don’t need another little snitch running to mom and dad to tell on me.

What does our dog sibling have that makes him better than his human sisters?

My dog sibling is small, cute and loves being pet behind the ears — I do not. Photography courtesy Wendy Newell.

Junior is free with his kisses. Seriously, he will happily lick your face over and over. I’m not licking your face — ever.

He doesn’t require much food and will really eat anything you give him. I don’t like anything that has been in the sea and most red meat.

This new dog sibling of mine doesn’t take up much space. I require my own bed if I’m sleeping in the motorhome.

Junior only needs a bath occasionally. I get grouchy if I’m staying with my folks and don’t have warm water for a shower every morning.

He will love you forever if you just scratch behind his ear. Don’t even try it with me.

My puppy brother will never date a loser for years, which causes his family stress and heartache. I plead the fifth.

I suppose I get it now. All this and the kid is cute. He has the softest coat you’ve ever felt, and his blue eyes adds to his adorableness. I suppose now that my sister and I are adults, we can share the love of our parents with our dog sibling — if we must!

Tell us: I have a feeling I’m not the only one who has had a fuzzy dog sibling become the family favorite. Do you have a dog sibling who’s the family favorite? What do you think about dogs as family members? Tell us your stories in the comments below.

Thumbnail: Photography courtesy Wendy Newell.

Read more dog news on Dogster.com:

5 Dogs Who Ran for Political Office

What Inspired One Woman to Adopt an ‘Unadoptable’ Senior Dog

New Research for Dog Bloat

The post My Dog Sibling Is My Parents’ Favorite Offspring appeared first on Dogster.

[grublypetcare]

My Dog Sibling Is My Parents’ Favorite Offspring

Recently, my parents added a dog sibling to my family and that little Chiweenie has effortlessly pushed aside my sister and me to become my folks’ favorite offspring.

Human and dog siblings — a history

Up close and personal with Junior, my very cute dog sibling. Photography courtesy Wendy Newell.

When I was born, I was supposed to be a junior, named after my father. That plan went out the window when the doctor exclaimed, “It’s a girl!” A year and a half later, my dad got another shot at a namesake. Once again, my sister foiled the plan by being female. To help take the sting out of an all-female brood, my little sis shares my dad’s middle name. Knowing this, it makes perfect sense that the dog that kicked us off our parents’ pedestal is named Junior. My dad named him. It wasn’t up for discussion.

Our family had dogs growing up. When I was born, I took priority over Whiskers, a Dachshund mix who had happily lived with her mom and dad in bliss until baby Wendy interrupted that fantasy. Obviously, this is karma paying me back for that.

As my sister and I grew up, we had a family dog, Rambo, who spent most of his time out in the backyard being a dog. We adored him but he was our dog, not our brother.

Treating our dogs as family

My mom and dad with Junior. Photography courtesy Wendy Newell.

As adults, both my sister and I have dogs who are treated as parts of the family and my parents took on the role of “dog grandparents” with enthusiasm. My dog, Riggins, has spent quality time with my folks when I had to travel for work. He has them wrapped around his paw, even managing to kick my mom out of her own bed, so he can sleep comfortably with my dad in the master bedroom. When I drop off Riggins for a sleepover my mom will exclaim, “I guess I have to go make the guest bedroom!” That’s where she’ll be spending the night!

I suppose it is partially my sister’s and my own fault that our new fuzzy brother has taken over. We treat our own pups like members of the family, so why shouldn’t my folks do the same? These two retired adults have thrown themselves into being pet parents again will enthusiasm and gusto.

The life of the family favorite: my dog sibling

Junior has a pretty sweet life. Photography courtesy Wendy Newell.

My dad, who had to be persuaded — almost strong armed — into getting a dog in the first place, gets all gushy and mushy around his four-legged son. Junior will nap on his dad’s lap while he plays Sudoku for hours or he will curl up next to his mom on the sofa while she works on a sewing project. That little bundle of fur has a good life.

As the holidays get closer, my mom is already planning out their holiday card, making sure their outfits match Junior’s. She has suggested that her grandchildren may be a part of the picture, but my sister and I are out. The little fuzzball already had a Halloween photoshoot frolicking amongst the pumpkins.

Junior gets to go camping with my folks and, even though he has only been part of the family for a couple of months, he’s already had adventures in his personal camper carrier that my dad got for him. When I join in on a camping trip, my pup and I squish into a two-man tent. Meanwhile, my dog sibling gets the luxury of an entire motorhome.

My dog brother is no dummy. He’s playing the long game. Junior is very cautious around me ­— he’s obviously aware that I’m the eldest and therefore should be the most important. He’s started to warm up, but he still runs to hide under our mom’s legs if I move too fast. I’ve been through this when my sister and I were little. I don’t need another little snitch running to mom and dad to tell on me.

What does our dog sibling have that makes him better than his human sisters?

My dog sibling is small, cute and loves being pet behind the ears — I do not. Photography courtesy Wendy Newell.

Junior is free with his kisses. Seriously, he will happily lick your face over and over. I’m not licking your face — ever.

He doesn’t require much food and will really eat anything you give him. I don’t like anything that has been in the sea and most red meat.

This new dog sibling of mine doesn’t take up much space. I require my own bed if I’m sleeping in the motorhome.

Junior only needs a bath occasionally. I get grouchy if I’m staying with my folks and don’t have warm water for a shower every morning.

He will love you forever if you just scratch behind his ear. Don’t even try it with me.

My puppy brother will never date a loser for years, which causes his family stress and heartache. I plead the fifth.

I suppose I get it now. All this and the kid is cute. He has the softest coat you’ve ever felt, and his blue eyes adds to his adorableness. I suppose now that my sister and I are adults, we can share the love of our parents with our dog sibling — if we must!

Tell us: I have a feeling I’m not the only one who has had a fuzzy dog sibling become the family favorite. Do you have a dog sibling who’s the family favorite? What do you think about dogs as family members? Tell us your stories in the comments below.

Thumbnail: Photography courtesy Wendy Newell.

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