My parents are taking a vacation right now, so its up to my bro and me to take care of the dogs. My bro goes to college 30 miles from home, and I'm over 100miles away so he's been doing most of the work.
At 7am, he calls me up and tells me that he wound up breaking one of the Dog's legs when putting him outside into his pen. He then says that he's got something due for class at 5PM that he hasn't started yet (and undoubtably he's had the whole semester to do it ), and so he can't stick around to take care of said broken legged dog. So I get to drive 2 hours one way, on 4 hours of sleep to take care of his screw up so he doesn't fail his class. I had already made plans with a riding buddy today, who was going to drive 70 miles to come do a century around here with me. Guess not.
Remind me to kill my brother.