I have good news and bad news.
The good news is that next month you will have a brother!
The bad news is that your brother will be a human being, likely meaning diminished attention from mommy. (Not master!)
I realize you are likely already aware of this imminent change. Between all of the repositioned furniture, big cardboard boxes, and metal contraptions, you’d be a fool not to know that something is up.
But something tells me that your recent return to puppy-like behavior, for example, your compulsion to tear up our bedroom pillows, hints that you are already expressing your displeasure.
That’s cool. I get it. Change is hard. Change is scary. Hell, I’m scared shitless buddy.
But we’ll get through this. Extra treats for everyone!
Our pack will be growing by one, but you’ll still be my best friend and true love.