Sharing a room

I love to sleep in my crate at night. Only at night, during the day it is much nicer to lounge on the balcony in the sun or curl up at my owners feet. Night time is great in my crate I get my beauty rest all the while knowing the first thing I get to do in the morning is go for a walk. What a nice way to wake up right?

Well, that has all changed now and I'm not sure how I feel about this yet. Ever since the new puppy, Reid, came home I've been forced to share my room. He sleeps in a crate much higher than mine with no top which also has a spinning musical piece (OK that part is pretty cool I wish I had a spinning musical piece on my crate); however, Reid has taken to.......well how can I describe it?

I think a high pitched howl about sums it up AND he does this multiple times during the night. So now when he wakes me from my slumber my beloved owner comes into the room, but it's not to take me out for a walk, noooooo. Instead she takes the little howler out into the living room for awhile. I bet he's getting in trouble for the howling, it's not allowed in the house. Somehow though he's just not getting the message since he continues to howl every single night since he came. Maybe he's slow to train; he's not part Labrador like me.

How do I know he's not part Labrador you ask. Well I've seen them put him in the water and this also solicits the howling response from the little bugger. They also have to hold him because I don't think he can swim yet. Labs can do this from birth, we're special this way, we LOVE the water. We even have special webbing in between our toes to make us swim faster!

To sum things up so far this new puppy can't swim and howls a lot, especially when I'm sleeping good thing he has some great smells going for him.

And then there were 5

My happy go lucky, dance like no one is watching owners left for a couple of nights. I knew something was up when they got out the bags, but usually I get to go too? This time they left me behind. OK, fine they always come back, they always come back.....but this time when they came back they brought an itty bitty, tiny puppy home.

I know it's puppy because he eats at the breast like how I used to when I lived with my mother and my siblings. We used to scramble over each other to get to the milk, but this puppy doesn't have to fight or struggle he has his own, actually he has two. My owners call the puppy "Reid" other people call it "the baby". Either way his bark needs work.

So far it's not so bad I still get out for walks but my female owner can't go as often any more so when I can I curl up by her feet just to be near her. She's still my favorite, but I have to admit this new puppy does have more interesting smells. I sniff his bum a lot (he doesn't return the favor yet).

I figure I'm open, I'm adaptable let's see what this new little puppy has in him....it could be fun!