The Rascal with those big mournful brown eyes is our big dog. He is our big dog because his sister is barely tipping the scale at 9lbs. He is bigger than her. He is over 12lbs, after some exercise regiment induced by his little sister, called running around with Emma. But if he has his ways he'd spend 20 hours a day sleeping or lounging around, 4 hours eating or waiting/begging for food.
Rascal is going to be 5 years old in May. By this age Trinket already had to deal with an old grumpy rescued sister (Lucy), a slightly younger and less grumpy rescued Westie (Macie), a stinking baby brother (Bucky), another rescue (Precious), and finally a human baby brother (Henry). See, Rascal has an easy life, even with the little sister constantly attached to his cheek. One day we asked Emma to "Go get Rascal", and the little girl ran upstairs and literately dragged her brother down. He wasn't unhappy about it tho, because there was dinner waiting. Why didn't he come down on his own? That's the sixty thousand dollar question only Rascal has the answer.
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