I met my cousin Baron last weekend. He’s a Doberman Pinscher. He just moved here from New Jersey. I always heard that Dobermans are tough and that people from New Jersey are tougher. So I was a little worried about meeting Baron.
Nalla, Simba and Baron
Well, he may be tough, but he’s no match for me. I scared the pee out of him. When he saw me walk through the front door he peed and ran away. I wasn’t even trying to scare him. I guess I just look tough. He and I are about the same size, but I’ve got that macho thing going on, you know.
Baron’s alright. He’s a nice guy. Once we established who the Alpha was, we got along quite well. I couldn’t always understand what he was saying though because he barks with an accent. And he kept saying “fugedaboudit” whatever that means.
Simba and Baron
While I was at his house I noticed he doesn’t have his own door to go outside to the potty. When he wants to go out he has to tell his mom & dad and they take him out. Can you imagine that? I can’t. I’d sooner go on the floor in the house… Oh wait, I do that anyway. Well I’d do it more often. When he comes to my house I’ll show him my door and tell him to ask for one.
Baron and I will probably be spending a lot of time together now that he’s living here. I think we’re going to be good friends.
