Poor Fred. I get him new stuffed animals as often as possible from the crane/claw games in supermarkets and restaurants around town (you have to find the good machines, ones with strong claws and nice operators who don't smash the animals together so you can't grab them) and one of the recent acquisitions was a Winnie the Pooh with a weird ruffled thing around his neck. Fred got it off and we made him wear it like this for a second, which he of course hated.
Fred really is an exemplary dog, and sometimes I regret getting another dog because now Fred is no longer undisputed Number One Son. He certainly deserves to be, but Oliver is such an awful little love/attention vortex and competes constantly for lap time and everything else. You can tell Fred knows it's bullshit, which it is, and he gets a little peevish at times, which is appropriate. And now that Patton's gone, it throws it even more out of balance somehow. Fred deserves better, and we do what we can, but for God's sake we have lives to lead too.
Sorry, Fred, you can't have everything. Brains, beauty and free food will have to be enough.
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