My Silly Brother

My older brother Jingles is such a stink. Mom got up early. Brother Jingles decided that he wanted a treat after breakfast. So he barked and barked and barked at the treat area. Well grandmamma was still in bed, so Mom and Kiji kept telling him to hush. Of course he didn’t because he’s obstinate (whatever that means). So Mom put Jingles in the kennel. He was actually quiet in there – which is a new thing for Brother Jingles. He finally started whimpering, so Mama, the sucker that she is, let him out. She told him that if he barked at the treat area even one.more.time., that he’d end up back in the kennel.  

Well he acted like he was going to go outside. (I tried to block his access to the door. I love doing that.) Then he acted like he was going to go on the couch. Then he went into the living room. And barked. Mom got up quickly to put him in the kennel. But she stopped. Jingles was in the living room, facing the front door. As exasperated as she was, she couldn’t kennel him because he was in the living room, facing the door barking – not barking at the treats. 

So back to work she went. A few minutes later – BARK. This time Jingles was in the back living room, on the carpet, facing the treats. While that’s many feet away from the treats, he knew what he was doing. So it’s back in the slammer.

Me, I’m just a happy bouncy little brother dog. Jingles is so sad. He got thrown in the box for the simple need of wanting a treat.

P.S. Right when I was about to post this, Mom decided to let Jingles out again. I wondered what he’d do. Sure enough, he wandered around a little while then went under the table and BARK. Back to jail. Now THAT old dog CANT learn new tricks! Ha ha ha