Get it? Meatball? Cuz he’s round? heh heh heh.
Poor TWooie. We should call him Tubby instead. He’s soooo fat. He is easily as wide as he is long, and being a Wootie sibling, genetics alone aren’t going to help him slim down either. But next to TWooie, Wootie looks darn-near svelte.
If genetics are unkind to TWooie, perhaps exercise would be a little friendlier to his physique. Except that TWooie does not believe in exercise. On the very rare occasion when he is not tagging along at my heels only as fast as he needs to in order to maintain nose-contact with my pants, he may run after another dog to bite them in the bum…
… for which he gets in trouble (from me), and immediately stops running. I’m starting to think it’s a clever ploy to blame ME for the reason he can’t run off some of that lard.
^^stinkin’ cute little meatball.
And it’s a good thing he’s cute too. The more he settles in, the more of his personality we are starting to see. He is super wiggly and lazy and cuddly and shy. But he also has an assertive streak.
I don’t like that dog running past me. CHOMP.
I don’t like you rough housing with me. CHOMP.
I don’t like you brushing my tangly pantaloons. CHOMP. CHOMP. SNARL. CHOMP.
Once he CHOMPS, he squints and cringes. Poor wee little fella. OTOH, he could just stop chomping. For the most part, he is amazingly agreeable to just about anything I do to him, and he’s been bathed and nail clipped and manhandled by me quite a lot without protest. And he never chomps very hard when he does, although Piper says that’s not entirely true.
Poor Woofs. Their only recourse was to flee to the water, where TWooies dare not tread.
Wootie and TWooie continue to get along famously. This morning I caught them making out, and we had to have a little conversation about what is and is not appropriate behaviour among siblings. I have no photos of this conversation, but I can summarize it for you in two sentences: Wootie licked my eyelid mid lecture and wandered off with on one of my slippers before I was done. TWooie got wiggly-bum syndrome, leaned his forehead into my stomach and fell over on his side, which is his common response to being spoken to directly. In other words – not a very productive information session.
I think if anything Wootie is just a little disappointed that his brother won’t play with him. For years, Wootie has been playing with his “imaginary” brother.
The sad thing about those photos is that TWooie was nowhere near him … and neither was anyone else. Wootie makes up these games of “chase me” with himself. I am pretty sure he’d be ecstatic if TWooie would get off his ass and run after him.