She's jealous of me

"No one asks me how I am anymore," she said. "They always ask How is Lochy?"

Poor love, feeling neglected. Maybe she should try some of the charm and cheekiness that I exude in buckets.

It is true though. When people come to the front door, I am there to greet them.

"Hello Lochy. Hello Lochy," they say. "How are you? Gorgeous Boy, Darling Dog, Sweetie, Beautifuls, Naughty Boy," so many accolades and top-of-head ruffles.

Meanwhile, she stands there waiting for a greeting and making sure visitors don't leave the door open because she knows I'll run straight to the mosque at the end of our street.

So the visitors come inside and continue to laugh and giggle and focus on me.

This can take some time, especially if the visitor has their own dog. I can smell the other dog on their clothes and I like to sniff.

She's been forgotten until the visitors remember why they are here and turn to her. "Oh, hello!" they say and everyone laughs.

Sometimes, if I get too excited, she picks me up and carries me to the bathroom and shuts the door. I don't mind. I like the bathroom. It's cosy. I am happy to sit and wait until she lets me out.

Once she forgot about me. I was in there for hours. Fortunately, I had a bowl of water. When she finally opened the door, I casually stood up, did the longest downward-dog stretch and trotted out the door. (Note to humans: it's really an upward-dog stretch because I push my bottom up in the air are far as it will go with my front legs on the floor. Humans are not very observant.)

I wanted her to know that I didn't mind if I wasn't the centre of her attention every minute of the day. Of course, I did mind. I am her North, her South, her East and West. I am there for cuddles and tickles and ear licks. I sit on her head. I lie beside her in the sun. I go in the car with her. I look longingly at her. I tip my head from side to side when she talks to me. I sleep on her bed for heaven's sake. What more devotion could she want.

I do understand if she's jealous. I was a wee bit jealous when they were making a fuss of Dirty Bertie because he is so little and new. But I didn't make a big deal of it. If DB was not there, they would make a fuss of me.