I’d like to say a few words about my older sister, Sunny. If ever a name was a reflection of a dog’s character, it’s “Sunny” (which is ironic, since Wen chose the name before the puppy). When she was younger, Sunny was goofy, silly, and happy-go-lucky. She still is somewhat, but now since Kirby is gone, she graduated to head Scottie and has become more serious. She is also seven years my senior, which is quite a span. Clearly, we are from different generations.
Sunny is the queen and since she has become the chief and elder Scottie, she pretty much does her own thing. She is our buddy, but if you challenge her, you will get chomped in the ear and I say that from experience!
Sunny will claim her spot on the couch and look at us from beneath her bushy eyebrows with disdain. She had a great carefree life with Kirby and now her territory has been invaded by youngsters. It’s a rare day when she will play with us, but occasionally it does happen. However, if we should dive for the same toy or a piece of food should fall on the floor, look out, because here comes World War III!
We love it when Sunny forgets that she is the boss and she acts like her cheerful easy-going self. She is a great big sister, she is super fast, she is WAY smarter than she appears, and she is our fearless leader. One warning though: if you know what’s good for you, don’t mess with big sister Sunny!
