I decided rather than learn to adjust to my brother, I would just run him off. So I tormented Gorby until my parents found him a new home. My plan almost backfired...Daddy wanted to get rid of me. Mommy talked him out of it. It was nothing personal, he just crowded my space. Anyways, Gorby is with a family where someone is always at home (Gorby has separation anxiety) as well as a Boston Terrier. Gorby has yet to meet his new brother because the Boston was on vacation. Can you believe that? A dog on vacation? My parents had a good feeling once they heard that Gorby's new mommy was the type of person that sends her pets on vacation. Also, he lives nearby so my Daddy can still see him at the dogpark (apparently I have to meet Gorby and his new bother Gus the Boston for playdates).
Do I look guilty?
Gorby is in this picture. Can you find him? Hint: he was attempting to flee from one tormenting pug.
Here I am, telling my humans "look, Gorby's gone!" [Parents' Note: Gorby actually managed to get all the way under the bed to get away from the evil cone-head pug.]
I don't know what happened here. My lip got stuck on my teeth or something. I'll admit it's not too flattering.
But I am much happier playing by myself. Plus this little red dot doesn't bite!
We'll give you an update on Gorby. His Mommy has promised to keep my parents posted.
Snarf everyone later,
/s/ Winston, Grand Duke of Pugsworth