I think it is true of any pup who loses a sibling to the Bridge: They have to go through a period of adjustment. Mommy and Daddy were just busted after Foley left and it was up to me, with Foley’s coaching, to help them. I am a modest, little dog but I do think I did a decent job. I never made demands, I didn’t complain, I became the best me I could be. Foley told me she was interviewing for position of second dog but I assured her that it wasn’t necessary, the three of us were faring well, and had settled into a normal, functioning, if unexciting life. Then one afternoon, while Mommy was out, Daddy working, and I was relaxing in my crate, I heard water rushing, then the ground shook, the dam gave way, and a River burst through the door and has been running through my life ever since. I figured Foley would have sense enough to get another Yorkie, something smaller than me that I could intimidate with my five pounds and slowly mold into the dog I wanted her to be, like Foley