Getting a little brother is a good thing... Right?
When Snowlilie the West Highland White Terrier first meets her new little brother a Cavapoo puppy, who tells her the humans call him Rascal - and realizes having a little brother means having a new doggy friend to play with, she's excited. That is, until she realizes it also means sharing everything with him including her favourite ball, some of her food, and Mummy and Daddy's attention.
Will Snowlilie be forced to tolerate a little brother she doesn't like? Or can she learn to like Rascal, and accept the changes having a little brother means?