My brother George is only two months younger than I. He is a nine-month old English Mastiff. Even though George outweighs me by almost eighty pounds, I am the big sister and the leader of the pack. Wherever I go, George follows. Whatever I tell George to do, he does. I never imagined having a little brother could be so fun.
When George first arrived I didn’t know what to think. Would we all get along? I had been the baby sister to Luther and Earl. They doted on me and taught me all sorts of neat things, and I didn’t want that to change. Looking back however, there were too many times where they would tell me to do something and before I knew it, I was in trouble. Interesting…
Now I know that Luther and Earl were doing this on purpose. They were showing me things that they knew would upset our mom, and they were having a big Bulldog laugh at my expense. Well it’s my time now!!!! George, beware!!!
Let me share my list of “activities” that I am “teaching” baby George.
First up, chewing the patio chairs. I start nibbling on the chair farthest from my mom’s view. This leaves George to nibble on the other chairs, which happen to be right in front of the window. In no time at all, Mom runs outside, grabs George, and escorts him inside to his crate. No more fun for George!
Second on the list, pulling the ivy off the wall, I have learned that all I have to do is grab one piece and it will unravel for miles. Mom thought she was clever and put up some chicken wire to keep us from reaching the ivy, but George is already taller than the fence!! All I have to do is point out to George which piece to grab and the ivy games begins. Unfortunately, this game earns both of us a time out. No more fun for George and Zumi.
Third on the list happens to be my favorite: digging holes. Dirt gets everywhere, rocks fly through the air, and occasionally, I even find a plant to eat. The destructive possibilities are endless. George and I are quite the team. My determination and his huge paws result in some really big holes. Unfortunately our hole-digging adventures have hit a slight snag. Our mom has planted some sizable boulders in our prime digging spots. I suspect once George grows a bit more our yard excavation will resume.
Last but not least there is climbing the garden wall. This game used to be my favorite until I earned myself a trip to the vet. Luther showed me how to climb the three-foot wall that leads to the upper yard. It used to be so much fun to run back and forth on top of this wall and then trample the plants while chasing the butterflies. After we were done, Luther would climb down the steps, but I preferred to leap off the wall instead! Not surprisingly, my leap resulted in an injury and extensive down time.
Now that I am all healed and have yard privileges again, it’s time to master the wall. Our mom has put up more chicken wire to keep us out, or so she thinks. Enter George: all he has to do is put his gigantic paws on the fence and presto, no more fence. Now we can both climb up and have some fun!!! I’ve noticed that mom keeps an extra special eye on us when we start to gather by the wall. The more I think about it, I really don’t want to end up at the vet again and I don’t want my clumsy baby brother to get hurt either.
Maybe it is time for a new game!