That is my brother Sparks. He's the old man of the house. He's 9 years old and as grumpy as you'd expect a guy to be in his "golden years".
We have an understanding. If I bug him, I get clawed. That's the understanding.
Daddy says Sparks used to fetch, but he doesn't do that trick anymore. I don't know why, I try my best to help him by going and getting whatever Daddy throws so he doesn't have to run.
He is old, you know.
This concludes the four legged section of my family. Tomorrow I'll start talking about my two legged brothers, who terrorize me as much as I terrorize them.
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