I Love My Brother

Yes, I love my brother.

I feel this intense urge to chase and even kill almost anything smaller than me that dares to run.

Yet I cannot bring myself to even consider killing my brother. I confess I have killed and even eaten his cousins. It’s like it is ingrained in me and I cannot stop myself. I love the chase. I crave it. I dare them to run and as soon as they do … the rest is history. It always ends the same.

That is one of the three things I enjoy the most about going to the horse stable to visit my pony sister. One simply being with my sister. I thoroughly enjoy jumping into her feed bucket while she is eating. She gets really irritated. It gets her attention though. That’s all I want really, is her attention. I love my pony sister. She doesn’t seem to love me too much yet, but I’m working on it. Maybe the jumping in the bucket thing isn’t such a good idea. I talk to her all the time but she seems clueless as to what I’m saying. I don’t understand what she says when she talks either. Another language to learn. It gives me a headache. We’ll get it worked out though. I have no choice in the matter. She is far bigger than I am.

The second of the three is visiting my dog friends. Finally, folks who know what I’m saying the first time!

The third is all of those critters I get to chase! Many of them look and smell a whole lot like my brother. At first this was rather confusing. Mom told me it’s normal for me to be confused about this though, and we talked about it. She told me that I was bred to kill rats and mice and the like. She said that is why the feeling is so strong to chase and why I crave it so.

Well just so you guys know, I’m no sissy. I love my brother and make no apologies for it.

I chase ‘em, I chase ‘em all!

Just not him.

He and I are best buds. He chases me for goodness sake. Yep, we chase each other. We chase each other all over the house. If mom is sitting on the sofa we run right over top of her. Darn him he can make under the sofa and I can’t. He always one-ups me when he does that. Then he laughs. What a guy.

One thing I do that he doesn’t is go outside for ‘my business’. I can see him inside looking out while I’m out there. He’s standing right next to mom at the window. I’m anxious to get back inside when I see him at the window. Nothing special, he’s just standing there on his hind legs, with a front leg holding onto mom while he’s watching and waiting for me to come in. They’re just both watching, waiting, and looking after me until I’m ready to return back inside. I know he’s ready to play and I’m always ready to play!

I’d put a video up of the two of us and our shenanigans, but if mom knew about even half of what we get into we’d hear some words. I think I’d have to put it on YouTube or the like to get it on my blog which could easily lead to the mistake of the video going viral – no good. I’ll look for some pics and put those on here instead.

He’s the best. Yep, I love my brother!