I had a very interesting day today. My "evil twin" showed up uninvited and got me in trouble this morning. His name is "jail bird Joe".
Every now and then he stops by and things go South for me very quickly...My Sis. was fussing over her breakfast while I was a good boy and finished mine quickly.
Then, my "evil twin" thought that it would be fun going over to her dish and get into a "discussion".
Well, story short, it ended quickly because my Daddy was on the couch reading the paper and he scooped up "jail bird Joe" and escorted him to his cell.
He usually serves his time for 20 minutes and then he leaves and my life is good again.
It is funny how my parents never yell at "him" just put "him" in there and "he" gets the point ;-)
Apparently my Mommy read this book many years ago about positive reinforcement and uses the techniques recommended by the author. She claims that it works and I sure hope she is right because I do not like spending time in jail; oops, I meant I feel bad for my "evil twin".
In the afternoon, after my siesta, I hung out in my lookout window with my Bro, Leo, and said "Hello" to people walking by while my Mommy kept saying: "Neeko, no bark!" over and over again like a mantra.
What can I do?! I have a lot to say.
BTW my joke of the day was very popular so here it is:
~ It was the end of the school year, and a kindergarten teacher was receiving gifts from her pupils. The florist's son handed her a gift. She shook it, held it overhead, and said, "I bet I know what it is. Flowers." "That's right!" the boy said, "But, how did you know?" "Oh, just a wild guess," she said. The next pupil was the sweet shop owner's daughter. The teacher held her gift overhead, shook it, and said, "I bet I can guess what it is. A box of sweets." "That's right, but how did you know?" asked the girl. "Oh, just a wild guess," said the teacher. The next gift was from the son of the liquor store owner. The teacher held he package overhead, but it was leaking. She touched a drop off the leakage with her finger and put it to her tongue. "Is it wine?" she asked. "No," the boy replied, with some excitement. The teacher repeated the process, tasting a larger drop of the leakage. "Is it champagne?" she asked. "No," the boy replied, with more excitement. The teacher took one more big taste before declaring, "I give up, what is it?" With great glee, the boy replied, "It's a puppy!" ~
Love to all,