I am currently in the process of re-evaluating my love for my brother... well more specifically his love for me. (Not really, but it seems like a good way to start the story off.) Sometimes he can be really irritating.
For example sometimes he lies on the top stair of the flight of stairs that go up to the bed. He KNOWS I can't go over him. When I first moved in, I was terrified to go out the electronic dog door. I wasn't sure how all of the clicking should go - when I should go out, when I should wait for the click. Back then, I'd just wait to hear him go out then zoooooooooooooooooooooooooom to the door and hope I made it out the door before it clicked back shut. I can remember sometimes trying to come back in the door and WHAM, it wouldn't be open yet. I'd be dazed. Mom would be laughing on the other side of the door. After she picked herself off the ground, she'd open the door and let me in.
Well Jingles told me a story the other day. I won't tell you what he told me 'cuz I don't like getting him into trouble. But it kinda makes me wary of that whole back door thing again. The other day I was playing with the AC repairman. An hour or two after he left, mom realized that I was still outside. She opened the door to find me laying on the outside ramp, where I had patiently waited all that time for the door to open.
I know, I know - I'm a spaz. Well now that Jingles knows the whole backdoor phobia is back, he races outside like he wants to play (YAY!) - then leaves me outside and I can't get back in (BOO!). Thank goodness Cousin Sarah put a furry bathmath on the door ramp which makes it easier for me to come in. I think it's a comfort thing, ya know? It scares away the stories Jingles tries to tell me.
He is an awesome brother sometimes. I think he just does this stuff to be because he hasn't had giggles in a LONG time. Geesh!
Love and licks,
Spencer
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