Zuma watched Mommy and Daddy holding his babies. The brother was very quiet after he ate. But the sister! Yikes. He wasn't sure Mommy hadn't actually burped and blamed it on the sister. He thought Daddy thought may have thought so, too. He had brought up taco night. Zuma's nose recoiled at the thought. Of course, it didn't really smell like Mommy. Thank heavens!

When they began to talk about names. Zuma's ears perked up. His babies needed good names. None of that blackie or sport or spot or the like. He hoped Daddy wasn't in charge. Silly Thing indeed.

"This little lady is Jacqueline Holly Gibbs." Mommy smiled down at the sister. "We'll call her Linnie."

Linnie? Zuma considered it. That wasn't too bad. Mommy must have kept Daddy under control. Maybe Mommy named the sister and Daddy the brother. This could be bad. He listened carefully.

AKA Chris? Zuma shook his head. He'd talk to Mommy. Plain Chris would be so much better.

"Linnie and Chris." Jackson repeated. "I think those are fine names and their middle names are very appropriate. I'm proud of you boys for including their birth parents in their names."

Thank heavens, Grandpa was there. Zuma wagged his tail in agreement. Linnie and Chris. Those were suitable for his babies. He watched them wondering how long it would take them to learn to come when called. They could help throw his ball. As he watched his babies he day-dreamed of the things he could teach them.

Zuma started when the sister fussed. Zuma went to rub her foot with his head but let out a yelp and quickly back away. The smell. Oh, had Daddy let Mommy have tacos again? The pup retreated further his eyes watering. How could the sister tolerate Mommy's smell that close? It had to be why she was crying.

Zuma watched from a distance as Mommy laid the sister down. There was the problem. Poor Linnie. Mommy hadn't taken her out to do her business and she had done it on her clothes. Zuma remembered with shame when he had accidently wet on himself and Mommy. He had been so ashamed. He barked to assure Linnie that it was an accident and that she had to let Mommy or Daddy know that she had to go outside.

What was… Zuma yelped and whirled away from where he had been close to Daddy's knee. Not another accident. That was it. He had to train the brother and the sister quick. This was intolerable in close corners. At least, Mommy was able to clean them up quickly.

At the knock at the door on the door, he watched the rest of the family arrive. Zuma watched as Mommy handed the brother to Ducky. There was Uncle Jimmy. Where was the Victoria? He wanted to show her his new babies. There she was with Aunt Breena. Mommy took the Victoria and watched with Zuma as Aunt Abby handed the sister to Aunt Breena.

Godparents? What were those? Zuma listened to the talk. He approved of the chosen godparents even if he didn't understand it what they were. He made a note to ask Mommy later. He wasn't sure who his were. He took the opportunity to go search for Rocky. He needed to tell him that Victorias came in different sizes and Mommy and Daddy had brought him two of them. Finding him still napping on the bed, Zuma considered a quick nap. No, better not. He needed to show he was responsible and could take care of the brother and the sister.

Waking Rocky with a quick explanation of the events, he carried him out through the kitchen. Maybe just a quick snack and a few sips of water. Caring for the sister and the brother was hard work. Finally, he picked up Rocky and continued into the room just as Leon came in. He barked a welcome which Leon ignored. How rude!

His babies had been handed around again. Now Grandpa held the brother and Ducky the sister. Zuma stopped to listen. Shopping? No way. It was bad enough with Mommy or Daddy but with Aunt Abby… No way, he was staying with his babies. He peeked over the edge of the bassinet. The Victoria was laying there contentedly. He edged around until he found a spot where he could watch the Victoria, the brother and the sister.

Zuma snickered to himself. Grandpa was sending Daddy and Mommy to bed. They must have been cranky. He watched as Grandpa held his hand up to Daddy and ordered him to sleep. What did he mean Ducky and he would be fine? Zuma planned on being right here to take care of the sister and the brother.

"Grandpa, I'll be here to help. After all, they're my babies. I'm going to watch over the brother and the sister." Zuma told his grandpa indignantly.

"Pardon me." Jackson laughed. "Ducky, Zuma and I will be just fine."

Zuma laid his head down on his paws. That was better. He watched as Grandpa and Ducky shoo the others away. Finally, it was quiet. The Victoria seemed to have fallen asleep. Zuma peered up at the brother. Grandpa was doing a good job so far. The brother appeared to have fallen asleep. Next he cheeked on the sister. Ducky was also doing a good job. The sister appeared to be asleep, too.

Satisfied all was good, Zuma laid Rocky down on his paws and began to tell him all about the brother and the sister. He told him about Mommy and Daddy bringing him the babies, what their names were and that they needed trained to go outside because they smelled so bad and that… yawn… they would go to the park and… yawn… sleep with Mommy and Daddy and him in the his big bed… his big, comfy bed…..