Ode to Amelia

She's adapted, though growing weary of her little sister and her shenanigans.
Poor Amelia. She worried when we brought Mala home, she pawed at her eye so much in anxiety that it got infected.
She felt safe on the couch for a while. She watched from afar as the chubby little spit up monster wiggled on the floor.
She grew a bit more concerned when Mala started to crawl.
Next came the pulling up, sometimes using dog fur for stability.
Then the walking, and Amelia thought surely this was the worst, she couldn't escape the toddling little monkey that was so intrigued by her, but this was far from the worst.
We are now at a stage of pretend play. Mala "walks" Amelia with anything that resembles a leash, or if that doesn't work she just drags her around by the collar. She dresses her up in crowns, shawls, and blankets...Amelia frozen, not sure how to escape, or if escape is even a possibility.
Her only escape is when her intense stare gets my attention and I put her out in the yard to take out her frustrations by digging holes.
She suffers silently, just staring at me, waiting for me to notice the torture my offspring is putting her through.
I wonder if she worries what stage will be next, lucky for her I'm not sure dogs think much about their future.
Oh Amelia, you are a good dog.