Nothing brings out the surliness in Ribsy like a miserable rainy day. Hot summery sunshine, where art thou?
To add insult to injury, he also had to be dragged to the vet for his annual check-up, heartworm test, and flea medication pick-up. He did enjoy having his chest rubbed and examined, and being festooned with "he's so well-behaved" compliments, and getting treats just for standing on a table (easiest treats he's ever earned), though.
However, his manhood took a wet nosedive when he heard the news, straight from the vet's mouth:
"Mirabel outweighs Ribsy now. She's at 34 pounds and he's at 33.4."
Ribsy's got to pull up his fawn-colored socks and act tougher. Show some more grit and feistiness. Tell his pesky sister who's boss. Push his (lighter) weight around. Like this moment below. Note the menacing teeth-baring. Mirabel's practically crying.
