Introducing Mosie Moiselle as a Guest Writer

Hi! My name is Mosie Moiselle. The Mommy came up with this name because she was trying to figure out a cute French name for me. She started thinking all kinds of French words. Then, she thought I was a Madamoiselle. Then, she changed it to Mosie Moiselle. My long name is Madamoiselle Mosie Moiselle. That's a lot of words for a little dog like me to remember, so I just go by Mosie.

In case you are wondering why I am writing on Manny's blog, it's because he is my brother. He said that I could write something. I think he really wanted me to do it so everyone can see how silly I am. I am a silly girl. I like to play and have fun.

One of my favorite things to do is prance around and show off my cute tail to everyone! I am part Pomeranian...and something else. The Mommy thinks I am a Pomchi, part Pomeranian and part long-haired Chihuahua. The vet told her she could get me DNA tested if she wanted to find out. She looked at me like maybe it was a good idea. I gave her my saddest dog eyes and batted my long eye lashes at her, like "Please, not another needle." This was right after the vet stuck a needle in my behind! It hurt, too! When I got home, though, I was all better and ready to play and play Chase with my brother, Manny.

I like Manny. He is a super cool big brother. I want to be just like him. Everything he does, I want to do. Like today, when we got our treats from coming from outside, Manny jumped up on the wall. After he did it, I did it, too. Then, the Mommy told us both not to do that any more. Sometimes, Manny does stuff just to get me in trouble. The Mommy calls him an instigator. Whenever I do something wrong, Manny sits there until the Mommy comes over and asks what is wrong. Manny tells on me with his little dog nods and while he is looking at my boo-boos. Sometimes, he won't even tell the Mommy I did something wrong. He will growl at me himself and tell me not to do that anymore. He usually chases me around the yard then until he catches me, then he gets right in my face and growls at me. It's like he is telling me, "We aren't supposed to do that."

I pick on Manny, too. When I get up in the morning and I am hungry, I make him wake up the Mommy and tell her it is time to eat. I do that by taking my little paws and batting him in the face. Other times I will start pretending I am going to eat his leg like a chicken bone. He does his half yawn, half yelp thing telling me to stop. I guess he thinks I am annoying some times. Then, he goes and tells the Mommy to get up and take us outside. I always go running full speed. Manny lets me run out halfway. I get halfway across the yard, and next thing I know Manny is running ahead of me. He beats me to the fence every time. He might be a lot older than me, but he is super fast. The Mommy told me that my brother, Manny, outran five big dogs at the park once!  They were all chasing him, and none of them caught him. They never mess with him, either. That's why whenever we go for walks, I walk right next to Manny. That way everyone knows he is my brother and that I am part of his pack.