My two big brothers

I live with three humans and my two big canine brothers. Ok so they are not really my ACTUAL brothers but I like to think of them as my adoptive family. It has been hard to break into their little gang though let me tell you. They ARE actual brothers and blood is thicker than water. When I first arrived I tried to show them I wanted to be friends, fit in with the group. I nicely shared treats and waited my turn. Hung out on the couch with Grizzly...except he kept leaving whenever I tried to join him...what's up with that? I would try to play with them - you know - leaping at their face, pouncing on them when they were sleeping, smashing into them at full tilt, grabbing their legs from underneath...all that good bully play stuff. I finally figured out...they are not bullies. They are gentile smooth collies who are getting on in years - and they just don't play that way.
After a few altercations over a bone - had to let them know it was really my bone. I mean didn't they see my name on it? Things have quieted down. I let them be most of the time. Occassionally I will give a little nuzzle when they are sleeping just to make sure they are still breathing...I mean at their age one never knows.

I have even tried to just hang out with them in the backyard. They were lying peacefully on the grass having an afternoon nap and I thought I would join them. I quietly tiptoed between them and laid down for a siesta - wait - where are you going? Do I smell? (ok well sometimes I do but I can't help it). Was it something I said? Oh well, guess I will just have to keep trying to win them over:)

treat time with Grandma and big brothers Grizzly and Denim