Look, just because your human is friends with someone, it doesn't necessarily follow that you have to get on with that someone's dog, does it?
I'll be frank with you. I like my set-up, living in a nice house, just Gail and me.
When Gail said, "Oh Bertie, won't it be fun, we're having wee Rosie the Westie to stay for a couple of days, you'll like that won't you?" I wasn't given any choice in the matter.
Because I'm a polite chappie, I refrained from any overt actions displaying my displeasure at having to share my living space. There wan't any snarling, baring of teeth or outright aggression.
I hope my body language conveyed my feelings.
(Gail says: "Don't worry Bertie, it did!")
Well you too might object if your customary quiet evening, relaxing on the sofa with your nose on your human's lap, was disturbed by a very insistent little Westie snout poking across from the other side of the sofa and constantly demanding attention.
I think I successfully made my point by playing with my Westie stuffie and trying my best to ignore Rosie altogether.
And if Rosie was at all perturbed at the sight of her stuffed toy counterpart missing part of its face, well that's no skin off my nose...
Put not thy trust in Princes.
5 hours ago