My Brothers keeper...

I don't really know what to name this blog. My first house, happens to be my brothers old house. And because of that and the fact that it is still in need of work it has never felt like mine. Along with the house, I got 2 dogs, 2 busses, a trailer, and a shed full of things (tools) that I probably have no idea how to use if I needed too. Yes I know how to work a hammer and stuff, but no I'm not good with chainsaws, and other things that I'm not even sure what they are. His dogs are cute, and ....
<---- Tucker, is an excellent gaurd dog, But the 190lb fuzzy "beast" has started jumping the fence. Last night at almost 1am (this morning if you want to call it that) I heard Tucker barking, yes dogs are like kids they each have their own cry/bark. I kept thinking he was in the back yard, I'm not one to venture out at night but I figure I'd see what the fuss was about when I looked outside the light was on but there were no dogs, You see Tucker stands gaurd infront of the door, so I knew immediatly that he was barking at something or he had escaped. He had escaped -- and after he re entered to the scolding of his sister, and cousin he drank all the water and I presummed returned to his gaurd infront of the door. An hour later Petey, C, and I were asleep and then at 6:07 the most annoying dog was barking yes the girl ha ha. Later she is joined by the other two. But, Tucker's bark seems not infront of the door again. Blah. So I'm outside again it's still dark and the little devil isn't even waiting at the gate I'm not sure where he was but when I called he came running back got scolded by the others, and drank all the water again. Blah. So today I'm going to ask my brother to fix the problem or remove the dogs. It really wasn't fun going on such little sleep today.

Since my brother has his bus' here too I sometimes get people who just show up and start looking at it. Normally I don't care but sometimes it's annoying cause with C I don't feel good and I'm usually in my pjs and then I feel rushed to get dressed. This happened earlier this week. But this time he brought a peace offering (my nephew). He chased Petey around. Drank "good" juice out of my plastic wine cooler cup from wet-n-wild. Complained that the cat that doesn't scratch wasn't here, ate cookies, and watched 3 different cartoons. He's outgrown spongebob now but loves Max and Ruby, and that Japaneese? cartoon.

With the non-scratching kitty


I think he had a good time visiting!