This is Oliver (Cocker Spaniel) my BIG brother. He's 10 years old. He doesn't do too much. Most of the time he sleeps. I think he's going for the Guinness Book record for, "The dog who sleeps the most". When we go to the dog park, he doesn't play with us, he goes and sits with the humans. I guess he thinks he's one of them. I don't blame him, because sometimes the dog park becomes WWF. Some dogs just don't like other dogs and they get into fights. "Can't we all just get along?!!??" Anyway, Oliver was the only dog in the household until I came. I didn't think he like me, but he's just set in his ways and I understand that. He has to take a lot of pills because he has skin problems. Mom thinks it the Savannah air, she said he didn't have this problem up north. He also has a thyroid problem. I feel sorry for him , so I don't aggravate him as much. I try showing some respect by just staying out of his way. When he drinks water I stand there until he's finish, then I take a drink. Every now and then he growls at me, I don't pay it no mind, I know he means no harm. Sometimes when there's a Blue Moon, he actually let's Atticus and I curl up with him to sleep. I cherish those moments, it's almost like getting a treat from the parents for no reason at all. Well, I might have to rethink that one. Anyway let me get back to doing my greatest hobby of all, Sleeping. What, you thought Oliver was the only one who did that.
This is my baby brother Atticus Finch. The name I'm still struggling with, but mom named him, so I just got to roll with it. When he first arrived, it was kind of awkward, he didn't speak much. I thought a cat had his tongue (well it was funny to me). He just ate and slept a lot. Things were a little quiet for a couple of days, then all of a sudden out of nowhere he started attacking me (in a playful way). I would let him have his way because he was so small, but now look at him!! More than four times my size and the energy of that bunny fellow in those battery commercials. Ripping up the nice things in the house, leather sofa, doggy beds, window blinds, chewing on the parents comforter and shoes (well the shoe part is my doing). It was bananas !!!! Now I'm not going to say I haven't had my share of doing the same, it was just different seeing someone else doing it. To this day we (my folks and I) must keep an eye on him. Make sure he doesn't get into anything that will hurt him. As the elders would say, "That boy is a little touched". He's a german short-haired pointer. The vet told us his breed is a little timid so when we're at the dog park, I have to take up for him , he gets intimidated by the larger dogs. Which I don't mind it's part of my responsibility, being his little BIG brother. "Mess with him, you got to mess with me!!" I really love him, there's nothing I wouldn't do for him (I'm not going to cry). It feels good taking care of him. I have an older brother, his name is Oliver. I will blog about him in the next post.
I don't understand why some of the humans (yes , I said it) have a problem with their family members, they don't keep in contact with their siblings. They argue with their mothers and fathers, no respect at all. I often hear them say, they can't help their families because they got their own responsibilities. But that's not right your family IS your responsibility. We're suppose to take care of each other. Frankly you humans could really learn a lot from us dogs.
Well off to sleep I go, this weather today really makes me sleepy. I'll catch you guys later.
My name is Sir Barkley. I will use this blog to vent, have fun, and to show you how a real dog lives. So buckle up and enjoy the ride, and don't try to keep me on a short leash. Because I ain't having it !!!!!!! Now back to your regular scheduled program.