Brotherly Confusion For The Hu-Dad

We certainly will not shock anyone when we say Typhoon can be mischevious, and Frankie is not. But what happens where there is confusion between them.

I didn't do it.

I didn’t do it.

Typhoon has a number of “endearing” traits, one of which is stealing envelopes off of Hu-Dad’s desk. He takes them to his crate for later shredding. Typhoon loves to shred things into tiny little pieces which he will leave in a nice neat pile of confetti.

Yep, really.

Anyway, Hu-Dad was working at his desk when he saw a familiar black and white muzzle stealing an envelope. Caught red-handed (er, red-pawed), Typhoon ducked under the desk. Hu-Dad circled the desk and caught a quite surprised . . . Frankie. Typhoon had frozen underneath the desk in a stellar attempt to throw the blame on his innocent brother.

Frankie was not amused. Typhoon most decidedly was.

So mail me a complaint. In an envelope.

So mail me a complaint. In an envelope.

5 Comments

  1. KJ Pierson on September 19, 2016 at 3:32 pm

    Frankie sez> ITS A TRAPPPPPPPPPP

  2. The Ao4 on September 19, 2016 at 12:47 pm

    Ha roo roo roo! Way to go! Cammie and I sometimes do the Patty Duke/Cathy Duke thing to our peeps. It’s might fun!
    Yours sincerely,
    Margaret Thatcher

  3. Juno's mom on September 19, 2016 at 11:01 am

    Typhoon is hilarious.

  4. Padma on September 19, 2016 at 10:04 am

    Does hu-dad keep a supply of envelopes for Typhoon to steal and shred? Does the pack get to use the shredded envelopes as confetti for their hi-jinks?

  5. Lori on September 19, 2016 at 7:36 am

    Oh Typhoon you are sly like a fox ????????

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