Brothers, Sticks, Memories... And Brothers

Ummmm... May we talk? You know... heart to heart? I have a lot on my mind these days, and I need to share...

It's sometimes hard to be a big brother. I mean you wake up, and he's there.

You try to enjoy your back yard, and he's there. He's... just... always... there.

Unknowingly, I teach him stuff.

I mean... what self respecting boy doesn't understand the fine delicacy of a freshly fallen stick?

Reufus. That's wheu.

Fortunately, he's a quick study... or it would be outright and socially embarassing!

I prefer the little sticks... but I shake them as hard as I would a big stick. And yes... it takes a big boy to pull that off without looking silly. I don't recommend the meaneuver for the young and neuly initiated... Just saying.

And, little known fact... sticks are an excellent source of fiber.

I'm not sure if he's lazy or just totally a baby... but he keeps circling me, like I've got the only stick in the yard.

When in actuality... (1) I do not. And (2) At least 25 to 30% of a stick's fun is in the find! Silly boy...

And thanks finally to the Mom giving Reuf his own stick, he finally settled down to savor some tasty roughage!

I might just be making a little progress with him. Take a look... I think he's thinking about his stick. Well, that... or he's continuing to eye mine.

Whichever... Reuf is definitely learning to cheu the sticks!

You may be wondering why Reuf's fur looks a little wet in that picture. Well, we're starting to make progress in the garden manner department, too!

And for that, we have to thank the Mom's new best friend... The Super Soaker Shot Blast!

The Mom still monitors us the entire time we're in the yard. Reuf has taken just a handful of direct soaks and a couple of scares when the water hit the huge philodendron leaves... but it seems the temptation is subsiding already. And as for me... Why, I'm not getting MY fur wet for FILET MIGNON... and certainly nothing in the flower bed!!!

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M E M O R I E S
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The Mom takes a LOT of photos every day. Always has.
And as we grow in emotional strength and bravery...
We find comfort in reflection.

I share with you... May 27, 2010, one year ago.

Our The Luke

The Mom's Little Shadow.
That's The Luke!

A handsome, happy boy.
And the best big brother a The Bleu could ever have...

Our The Luke.