“What the hell?!” I muttered angrily to myself. I nearly turned my poor bike into a piece of junkyard scrap as I violently hurled it across the yard.

My dog, Coconut the Samoyed, yelped and hid behind her little patch in the bushes.

“Sorry, Coco, I didn’t mean to do that,” I led her out reassuringly and patted her on her fluffy white head. Suddenly, she ran to the yard door and scraped at it, and wagged her tail. Filled with dread, I called into the kitchen.
“Kazuma!”
“What?”
“Have you taken Coco out for her walk yet?”
“Er…no?” his reply was shaky.
I sighed. “Fine, lazy-butt, you never take her out, anyways! I’m going for about half and hour and I’ll be back,” I called.
“Be careful!” Kazuma went back to whatever he was doing.

My brother and I are a weird pair of siblings; Kazuma is more like a mother and a father together.

He works for us, sometimes he cooks, he makes the beds and also works another job to pay a cleaning lady. He always takes the laundry to the dry cleaners;

He never blames me.