Oh, Brother!
I have a “brother from another mother” as the expression goes. We’ve basically grown up together and enjoy each other’s company — for the most part. However, unlike similar dogs with my superior genetic lineage, he was born a human and as such, suffers from the typical maladies associated with that breed.
For example, he’s in the habit of putting random objects on his face and head. Nobody knows why. But he does it all the time.
Here are a few photos to demonstrate what I’m talking about. You be the judge.
This is the sort of thing one would expect from a young male of the species, but why does he insist on doing this to me? Does he have to dress me up in silly clothes and stick stuff on my face?
I suppose he can’t help himself, being a human and a boy. I guess I’ll have to take the good with the bad and accept the fact that when it comes to my sibling, it’s mostly good.
All things considered, I give him Two Whines and Three Wags. 
He’s not perfect. But he is my brother.
