#FurkidFriday: When Lilie The #Westie Met Logan The #Cavapoo

Hi everyone. This is Lilie the Westie.

So, I guess you've heard, right? About my new little brother, I mean. They say his name is Logan, but they call him, "Rascal," sometimes too, and I think that one fits best. Whatever his name is, he's the kind of dog called a Cavapoo, which is a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel x Toy Poodle, and he came to live with us on Sunday. I'm not too sure why. I think it was Mummy's idea.

Anyway, he's not too bad. I wasn't sure what to think when he first showed up. Sometimes I'm still not sure what to think of him. I want to be his friend, and do play with him. I sleep by him sometimes too, though I prefer a little space between us. Like I said, I like him, and I want to be his friend, but I'd like him more if he didn't nip at me. Mummy and Daddy make him stop when he does though, and he's even starting to listen to them about it sometimes now. I think because of the times he went to puppy jail for it. I was half happy he went in puppy jail, because I'm glad Mummy and Daddy agree him nipping at me is bad, and half not happy about it, because he cried so much.

Mummy and Daddy say I'm a very good girl, because I don't get mad when he nips at me, or nip him back, or anything. I just try to get Mummy or Daddy to notice so they can make him stop. I don't growl or yell at him if he takes my stuff either. I just let him do it. They said it was OK to not let him push me around quite so much, so I stole his cow toy. It's not my fault if the squeaker in its head just happened to come out when I was playing with it. I thought Mummy might be mad when she noticed I had it, but she wasn't. She wasn't even mad when the squeaker mysteriously came out of it when I was playing with it, which I still insist wasn't my fault. She says he still has his blanket for his Furmama's smell, and anyway we have plenty of other toys, so it's no big deal. I was glad about that; I was worried I'd have to go to puppy jail when the cow's squeaker fell out.

Mummy and Daddy sometimes play with me while he's sleeping, because he sleeps more than me. Other times Daddy plays with me while Mummy plays with him. They try it the other way around too, but it doesn't work so well, because he usually wants Mummy. Mummy's getting clever with playing with both of us at the same time though, so it's OK. She keeps him busy with a toy in one hand, and throws a ball for me with the other hand. She still needs some work on it, but she's trying, and trying counts. He never gets anything without me getting something - whether food, treats, or attention - which is what matters most to me. I just want to be included, and get good stuff too.

Mummy and Daddy hope we're going to be good friends in the end. Maybe we will... If he ever learns to stop nipping at me. I'd love having him around if he didn't do that. Could do without him stealing my stuff too, but that one doesn't bother me so much, since I can just steal his.

Anyway, Mummy and Daddy have been playing with the flashy thing lots. They didn't get all the stuff sorted out from it yet, but here's a photo of when Mummy held him for the first time, taken just after the human called Chris brought him here:


Also, here's a video of when we met, with me trying to figure out what I thought of him, and him trying to figure out where he'd ended up.






Oh, and this is the first ever picture with both me and him in it:


Mummy and Daddy say they'll sort the rest of them when they can.

Lots of licks,
Lilie