29/08/2026
My mum hasn’t been posting in here enough, so I’m taking over as TOP DOG!!!! 🐾
And I have NEWS…
I’M A BIG SISTER!!!! ❤️
Except Izzy is older than me, so maybe she’s my big sister?
But she is smaller than my whole head, so she’s not very big at all really.
Anyway. Her name is Isabella, but she’s Izzy to me.
Mum says she’s a foster.
I don’t know what that means because she lives at our house, cuddles with us in bed, comes to work with us and comes on all our adventures.
So she’s my sister.
I’m keeping her.
Apparently, before Izzy became MY Izzy, she’d been having a pretty rubbish time.
One day some amazing humans spotted this tiny, scruffy little thing wandering around ALL BY HERSELF on a busy road.
WHAT WAS SHE DOING OUT THERE?!
She’s tiny! She can barely see! She definitely did NOT have a responsible big sister with her.
Thankfully, those amazing humans stopped to help her and made sure she was safe.
And do you know where she ended up?
FUR PAWS SAKE!!!!
And I know those humans rather well actually…
BECAUSE THEY RESCUED ME TOO!!!! ❤️
Obviously I was an excellent rescue and caused absolutely no trouble whatsoever.
Mum says I have to stop lying on the internet.
Moving on.
Izzy was a MESS.
Like… even I know she was a mess.
She was all matted and itchy and covered in fleas — apparently her fleas had fleas 🤢 — her little body was sore, she couldn’t see very well and her mouth was REALLY sore.
Basically, somebody had forgotten that old little dogs are supposed to be spoiled absolutely rotten.
Once Izzy was safe, Mum brought her home to “foster”.
At first she was a very quiet little thing. She slept a lot and stayed close to Mum.
But then, bit by bit, Izzy started to appear.
And it turns out the tiny old lady has OPINIONS.
She’s feisty. She gets excited. She’s started getting bouncy and playful, and there is an impressive amount of attitude packed into that teeny fluffy body.
Obviously I approve.
She comes everywhere with us now. When her little legs get tired, she gets scooped up and chauffeured around like royalty.
Apparently when my legs get tired, I am “perfectly capable of walking”.
Even though I only have THREE and she has FOUR!!!
Explain that one to me.
Whatever. 🙄
I’ve also appointed myself Izzy Security.
She’s little.
She’s old.
She’s my sister.
Don’t bother her.
Then there was Izzy’s poor little mouth.
Most of her teeth had already fallen out all by themselves before she was rescued.
OUCH. 😢
And the few she had left were rotten too.
Mum says mouths are definitely NOT supposed to work like that.
So every single tooth Izzy had left had to come out.
Mum was REALLY worried about her.
I told her Izzy might be tiny and old, but she’s tougher than she looks. ❤️
And then a whole bunch of humans got together to look after my little sister.
Her lovely vet team took such good care of her, and some very, very, VERY special humans gave an incredibly generous donation to help Izzy get her horrible teeth sorted.
We know who you are!!! ❤️🥹
Mum says what you did was very special.
I say…
THANK YOU FOR LOOKING AFTER MY IZZY. ❤️
And guess what?
SHE DID IT!!!!
Our tiny old lady absolutely smashed it and came home with precisely ZERO teeth and one rather fabulous toothless grin.
You might think having no teeth would slow down her eating.
HAHAHAHAHAHA.
No.
Absolutely not.
The tiny old lady can EAT.
She’s meant to be fattening up, so she gets extra food.
And extra treats.
Obviously, whenever Izzy gets a treat, I also require a treat.
Mum says I don’t need fattening up.
This is irrelevant.
I generally manage to convince her that I should have one anyway.
BUT SHE MAKES MINE IZZY-SIZED.
Excuse me?!
HAVE YOU SEEN THE SIZE OF HER TREATS?!
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THAT?!
I eat it, obviously.
But still.
The disrespect. 🙄
And now this tiny little dog who was once wandering all by herself has a whole village of people who love her. ❤️
And then there’s Izzy’s Mellons Bay family.
Yes.
Apparently Izzy has ANOTHER FAMILY.
She goes and stays with them…
WITHOUT ME.
I’m not entirely sure why I’m not invited.
But they absolutely adore her, she adores them, and they spoil her just as much as Mum does.
So I suppose I’ll allow it.
It takes a lot of humans to keep one tiny Izzy properly spoiled. ❤️
And obviously…
SHE HAS ME.
Her younger-but-massively-bigger sister, bodyguard and treat-sharing supervisor.
So Mum can keep saying foster if she wants.
I think we all know how this is going.
She’s my Izzy.
I’M KEEPING HER. ❤️🐾
Love,
Lilibet
Top Dog.
Izzy Security.
Professional Treat Quality Controller.
Currently investigating the Izzy-sized treat situation. 🙄