Play Time

I have a foster brother, Duncan. He shares his toys and we take walks every day together. It’s sort of fun seeing who can get their leash on and be first out the door (it’s usually me). Don’t get me wrong, Duncan’s smart enough, but I do stairs much better than him. I remember my first week here I went upstairs where the people have their bedrooms. They told me I wasn’t allowed upstairs. OK by me, I have a great bed downstairs (haven’t been upstairs since). I even understand when they say “Time for bed.” Having a ‘bro’ is good for playing and sharing walks, but I like my own space too.