I've made a new friend. Mac's older, about 10, I think, but he's got the same color hair as me! Just a little gray around the muzzle, but hey, it makes him look distinguished. His hair is kinda wiry while mine's soft.

I guess his name is actually Devil Anse Hatfield McCoy. Mom says he's named after her mother (I guess she was a McCoy or something like that).

Anyway, he's pretty friendly (but, boy, he talks a lot! And is he ever loud!) The first couple of days I wasn't too sure, but now we have one or two good chases around the living room every couple of hours. He likes to wrestle, too, but he's got a bum leg. I can actually jump over top of him, and he's bigger than me. (Hey, guess what! I can jump up on the couch, too! Mac has to have a stepstool.) Still, Mac's a lot of fun. In fact, he even comes up to me and barks at me until I play. (I think I make him feel younger. At least, that's what Mom said yesterday.)

I like to eat out of his bowl and he likes to eat out of mine, so we keep going back and forth. I think it drives Mom crazy, but we don't care.

Miss you a lot!