[Roger: the Budwicks’ pet sheepdog. He’s still just a puppy, but he considers it his responsibility to take care of the new baby. Roger is good friends with Polly, and he wants to make a good impression, and prove that he is a ‘good dog’.]
[Polly: the daughter. Seven years old, Polly is very preoccupied with trying to fit in at school and make friends. Doesn’t want to be forgotten now that the baby’s arrived.]
Roger: (Barks) Hooray! The new baby’s here, the new baby’s here! Is it a boy or girl? What’s it’s name? Man, I hope Mrs. Budwick’s brought home doggy treats. What am I thinking? She’s just gotten back from the hospital… Of course there’ll be doggy treats! (His paws padding on the kitchen tiles) Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes. (Woofs. Door opens) It’s a… what the heck is it? A girl? It hasn’t got long pigtails like Polly. A boy maybe? He isn’t even holding a remote control. I’m confused. Am I stereotyping? Ooh, let me hold it. No wait, I haven’t got any hands, just paws. It’s so cute! Like a rabbit. I eat rabbits. No, don’t think about food, Roger.
Harriet! That’s the baby’s name. So it’s a girl. She hasn’t got any teeth! What happened, were they all knocked out? Ah, she’s a fighter isn’t she. Harriet’s green eyes are ginormous! They’re like green sparkly marbles. I like her already. (Tongue licking baby, baby giggles). And she likes me! Good thing too, where going to be spending a lot of time together. I will personally teach Harriet everything I know: how to sit, roll over, fetch, play dead, and soon she’ll be drinking out of the toilet bowl like a pro. Whew, something reeks. And it wasn’t me. What is that smell? Good grief, it’s Harriet. That’s my girl. Her first day home and she’s already stinking up they place. I could learn a thing or to from this baby.
(Roger pants excitedly) Maybe she’ll want to chew my new squeaky toy. (Toy squeaks) Or she could throw this frisbee. Hey, why are her eyes closed? Is she playing dead? Oh, she’s just sleeping. That’s okay, I remember when I was puppy I used to sleep a lot too. I’ll come back later, maybe she’ll be ready to play with me then.
Polly: She’s actually kinda cute, and she’s so small. Still, I hope I don’t have to take care of her. She may be my sister, well, stepsister, but there’s no way I’m going to look after her. (Door slams shut) I’ve got too much on my plate already: school, friends, ballet rehearsals, and Nicky’s birthday party.
I just know mom and dad are going to expect me to watch the baby, play with the baby, feed the baby, and worst of all.. (Smell the air) Phew! Change her nappy! It shouldn’t be my responsibility. Don’t they have any respect for my social life? Babies are disgusting. All they do is eat, poop, and sleep all day. I wish I could sleep all day.
Why did mom and dad have to have another baby in the first place? Maybe one wasn’t enough for them… Maybe they thought it would be ‘good for’ me. Maybe it was accident! Yes, maybe they didn’t mean to have Harriet. No, of course they did. But why did they have to have her?
Do I even want a baby sister? I’m not sure. They should have asked me that though. I’m a part of this family too. Maybe they just don’t value my opinion. Do I wan’t a baby sister? Yes.. and no. I don’t want her, because I’m jealous! Yes, I’m jealous. Mom and dad with be spending more time with Harriet now and will have less time to spend with me. Maybe they’ll forget about me. They have forgotten about me. They’re so busy playing with and fussing over that thing they don’t even notice I’m there. Even Roger adores her. Traitor. What’s the big whoop about a new baby anyway? I mean, it’s going to grow up someday and be just like me. A selfish, moody teenager. Ouch. That really stings when you say it out loud.
Then it is my responsibility. I’m the older sister, she’s going to look up to me, it’s only natural. And if she sees me being moody all the time, that’s what she’s going to be like. Okay, Polly, you’d better clean up your act. It’s time for you to set a good example for Harriet. Hmmm, maybe having a baby sister won’t be so bad after all. (Door opens, and closes)