I grew up with three younger brothers. THREE ROWDY BOYS and lil' ol' me. Of course, since I was the oldest, I ruled the roost and occasionally had to beat the crap out of them to reestablish my dominance if they ever got out of line. I love my brothers fiercely and wouldn't trade them for anything in the world - they taught me to be tough, how to wrestle, how to shoot a gun, how to throw a punch. However, I've always wondered what it would be like having a little sister. A big part of the reason we got our second dog (Sage) was to give Mally a younger sister. I can't even tell you how excited I was to see how Mally handled it. Like me, Mally's a
bit of a spoiled princess. She rules the roost around our house and isn't used to sharing. So when we introduced Sage to our family, Mally handled having a little sister a lot like I handled having little brothers...by wrestling.
It definitely didn't take Mally and Sage long to figure out how to "play" together.
Sage lays on her back and bears her teeth.
Sometimes she gets a hold of Mally's whiskers or bottom jaw.
Which gives Sage an opportunity to escape.
...and it starts all over again.
Until somebody gets distracted by a stick.
Mally has zero interest in sticks, but she knows Sage loves them.
So she'll parade it around the yard in front of Sage, not letting her have the stick.
Sisterly love at it's finest.
I think these two are going to be just fine.
"Our roots say we're sisters, our hearts say we're friends." ~Author Unknown