Mom likes this dog. He's called Cliff. I disliked him from the moment he licked my nose from across the fence. I gave him a good telling off with my teeth bared and growls from deep inside my chest. I wouldn't have minded Cliff very much if Mom didn't like him quite so much. Mom feeds him MY treats and Mom pats his head, and this Cliff fellow is SUCH a suck up. He smiles at my Mom and wags his tail like he was the only one who knew how to wag tails. Come on, I wag mine good too you know.
I need to keep a close watch on Mom and him to make sure that MY Mom doesn't pat him or talk to him or feed him MY yummies. Mom is completely undiscerning when it comes to dogs. She absolutely can't tell a good dog from a bad. So long as the doggy wags its tail and licks her hand, Mom goes nuts and feeds the dirty beggar every scrap from the dining table and the fridge. That leaves me with no scraps at all!! That Cliff is a no good dog I will tell ya!!
It's good thing that I have taught him a lesson or 2 about what's mine. He stays away from MY fence now... and MY Mom.