I read my brother's diary today :(
Blog Entry 4
I didn’t have the energy to run around (and Mom wouldn’t let me anyway) so while Tuffy was snoozing on his bed, I just moseyed around the house to stretch my legs.
One of my favorite places to find stuff to chew is under the bed - Nylabones, for example.
But this time, instead of something to munch on, I found Tuffy’s diary. He’s not cool enough to have a blog and the silly dog thought he’d hidden his journal from me by sticking it under the side table. Ha!
Guess what he’d written on Wednesday evening, 12th February?
“Yay! Jeeves Has Left the Building!”
Tuffy mooning me and poking out his tongue
To think that I’d been sitting in that cage away from home, worrying that he might miss me! I’d thought we were best buddies….
I didn’t want to read anymore, but couldn’t stop myself. Here's what he wrote on Thursday evening, 13th February:
“Jeeves is Back: Now I Feel Ill”
I stuffed his stupid diary back under the side table and ran off to confront Tuffy in the kitchen.
“I’ve just read what you wrote about me!” I barked. “You’re my brother. I thought we were friends!”
“Oh, leave me alone!” he snapped.
I pulled on his leg, like I usually do when I’m not officially ill.
Normally, Tuffy just sits there or pulls on my leg. But this time he got mad and threatened to bite me. So I growled back at him. Boy, was I angry with him!
Mom quickly separated us, ’cos one of us was gonna get hurt. She dragged me over to the bed next to her chair and told Tuffy to sit over in the corner. We lay down and pretended to sleep.
Later Tuffy got up and walked past me a couple of times. The third time he lunged at me, and that’s when Mom saw which of us was starting the fights.
She was pulled us apart again, and put us on different sides of the room. Then she went online to find out what to do if two dogs in the same household fight. She said that it can happen if the household routine is upset.
I guess my going away for the operation upset the routine, all right.
Tuffy really did feel sick
When Dad came home she held me back, so Tuffy could say hello first, then told Dad what was going on.
Sure enough, Tuffy came at me again. Now Dad saw the problem, too.
The next day Mom and Dad thought that Tuffy looked depressed and uncomfortable. He kind of growled whenever he got up, as if his stomach was hurting.
I thought Tuffy was just making it up because I’d come back, like it said in his diary: but I guess he really did feel ill.
Mom said, “I’m taking you to the vet," and disappeared with Tuffy for an hour.
It was the first time I’d been left alone in the house. Mom had put me in my pen and I hated it! But I settled down with the treats she put in with me. I knew she wouldn't stay away.
Mom kept us separate after she brought Tuffy home. But when Dad got back I wriggled free and ran to greet him with Tuffy. Mom said, “This is going to be bad!”
But Tuffy and I got on fine. Dad said “hello” to each of us and then we lay back on our separate beds. When Mom went to sit on the couch in the den, Tuffy sat on one side of her and I sat on the other.
And Tuffy didn’t attack me.
Tuffy’s Being Nice to Me Again :)
The next day we were back to normal, and Mom was able to let us out in the yard together without worrying that we'd fight.
By lunch time we were sleeping on the same big bed together.
Mom told Tuffy: “I guess you needed me to take you somewhere by yourself, so you could feel special, too? It’s a pity we had to spend all that money on anti-inflammatory pills that you don’t need, but it was worth it to have you not feel the need to attack Jeeves!”
While she was chatting to him, I sneaked off to see if Tuffy had written anything more about me in his diary.
He had. It read:
“I Guess Jeeves is O.K.”
I love my big brother!