I think Mom and Dad have made a serious mistake. They decided that since Fred, the dog did such a great job of raising Sophia and me, that he can do the same with a puppy. Personally I think he used all of his best talents in raising me, but fell down on the job with Sophia. He has gotten so much older now, I don’t see how he can keep up with the puppy.

Mom says the puppy’s name is Missy. I think Messy might be better. She has way too much energy as she tears any paper item she finds on the floor. She is also questionable about doing all of her business outside. Fred just looks the other way when she pees on the floor. Good Grief! Fred didn’t need to instruct either Sophia or me on how to use our litter box. Puppies just aren’t as sophisticated as kittens.

Dad says Missy is cute. I just don’t see it. She is a plain reddish brown with a white stripe across her nose. There is also the expression of, “Pretty is what pretty does.” She barks at everything. She also chases Sophia. I may not like Sophia, but Missy doesn’t need to chase her. I actually feel sorry for Sophia since Missy has taken her place on Dad’s lap. I may need to start being nicer to her. I refuse to call her my sister, but she is much better than this silly dog. I also feel sorry for old Fred. That puppy isn’t very nice to him. He deserves better.