On being a little sister

I will admit this right up front.  Like Sage, I am the younger sister.  So, this post may also be as much about me as it is about Sage.

Murphy is perfect.  She is a gorgeous lab, full of energy, love, a "come what may" demeanor which is endearing.  She put up with everything, and added so much to anything we did together, including just hanging around home.

It's hard following such perfection.  And Sage is a totally different lab.  She is not into retrieving, but rather gathering and keeping.  She is slightly neurotic about doors, objects in her periphery, and moving tree limbs.  Unlike Murphy, she is possessive.  Get near her van, her toys, her bed (which was once my bed), her chew stick, and she will growl.  Of course, her tail is wagging, but she will let you know it's hers, whatever it is you're near.  Murphy wanted activity, Sage is truly a "mellow yellow."   It's hard to know what is going on inside Sage's head.

Murphy can hear ground beef from a mile away.  If I opened a package of meat in front of Sage she wouldn't even move.  Murph loves cats, Sage will chase them.  Murphy knows when the toast is in the toaster, Sage is comatose upstairs.  Night and day.

But yesterday, Sage climbed onto my lab and kissed me, over and over.  Happy Valentines!  Tail wagging.  And then she kissed Murph on the ears.  Maybe hard to know what's going on inside her head, but not her heart.  Little sisters may be different, but they are full of love for family.

Murphy's day.