Training Class
(Man to Dog TF)
It was 10:30 in the morning and in the kitchen of a small tan house, frantic clanking could be heard along with rushing water. Standing in front of a double sided sink, two brothers, one eighteen, the other twenty-one, were rushing to finish a mockingly large pile of dishes. While one washed, the other dried and stacked. They were almost finished. Scrub a few pots and daddy dearest wouldn't have a fit when he woke up. The elder brother, with scrubby in hand, tore up the last bit of grime that cling to the walls of the rice pot. He sighed in relief. He soaped up the pot and gave it to his little brother to rin