Well, now that Wolf has totally embarrassed me by recalling my Chihuahuaist past, it’s time to get even. Wolf, the seemingly brave, independent, confident dog is really a WIMP.

When our cruel master goes away for the day, I’m settling down snug and cozy under the blanket of the dog bed and already half asleep, while Wolf is trembling and shaking from separation anxiety. That weakling. His bravado is all a show. Oh, he pretends to be independent. But he will jump up and down and even WHINE to be picked up (while I stand aroud SO embarrassed for him). Finally, when our master takes pity on the poor, pathetic thing and does pick him up, Wolf turns his head away with an expression that says, “I don’t really need this. I’m just indulging my master.”

Master has caught on to Wolf, too, and describes his act as “clinging aloofness,” the dog who has to be held but turns into an uninterested cat once picked up.

Worse, Wolf is a submissive toady. If our master even looks at him wrong, Wolf rolls over on his back and surrenders. In the photo you can see a recent episode, where the spineless wretch is on his back revealing more than a decent dog ought to, waiting to be gutted or eaten or something, while I look on with such embarrassment and humiliation I don’t know what to say or do. You can bet I’m no roller barrel.

Our cruel master thinks all this submissiveness is cute and calls Wolf “the good dog.” –His favorite smear against me is, “Wolf is a good dog and Bear is also a dog.” –Excuse me a minute–I need a moment.

But you can see that master says this only because Wolf toes the line, while I am my own dog.

Chihuahuas of the World, Unite!!!!