Dad asked if I liked the bandanas the groomers put on the dogs. I said yes. He responded, “ok, let’s put them on the mantle then!” and took them off.

We can’t take Casey to the park or else he’ll get all agressive on other dogs.

We can’t let Duke run off-leash in the backyard or else he’ll run off into the woods for a few hours.

So for the first time in their lives, they’re separated. Dad took Duke to the park, Mike played with Casey outside.

And Casey couldn’t give a f— where Duke is.

C’MON, GUYS. YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE BROTHERS WHO WORRY ABOUT THE OTHER’S WELLBEING.