Ok, so mom got me all excited because she told me my friend was coming over to stay with us for a few days. Then my "friend" walked in the door. Oh, it's YOU.
For those of you who don't know, Rudy (aka my "friend") is the dog I used to live with back when I was with my mom's friend Kiley. She apparently is in Florida right now and left this mutt with me. Great.
He's tolerable during the day because he is stuck in his kennel until mom gets home. I get to walk by his jail cell with my tail held high and a smirk on my face. I even jump on top of his kennel from time to time just to "rattle his cage"... it's fun for me. But then it all changes when mom gets home. She totally plays favorites, even though she'd never admit to it. I ask her ALL THE TIME if I can go outside and play, but does she let me? Noooooooooo! But the minute Rude-dog walks in the door, it's "Wanna go outside Rudy?" It's so unfair!
I try my best to behave myself when mom's around...
But when she's gone the claws come out. I think she's onto us because she has had the video camera out...I think she's trying to bust the instigator. I claim self-defense.
Here's another pic of us being civil. Don't be fooled by that angelic face of his...there is pure evil underneath.
The worst part is, he's cutting into my time with mom. After work we usually snuggle on the couch for a bit, but it's hard when he's always around...he makes me uncomfortable...he's like a freakin' statue. 
So, if by chance my mom's friend is reading this, I have a message for you: Come home and get your stupid dog. Please and thanks.
Chuck
