Karo, or as I quickly came to call her, Auntie Karo, was a very patient Auntie. Used to her four brothers, she was not about to fail in her duties to put me straight when I misplaced my manners. You can see she was very good at taking me on walks, giving me private instruction so as not to embarrass myself. At times I would forget myself with all my excitement at being so young and full of beans.
I sometimes would sneek up on her to be a monkey and tease her, she would take only so much play. If I went too far and did not heed her warnings, she would say enough was enough and would then show me it was time to be good, I then was delivered the lesson. Properly corrected, lesson learned and now I'm wishing I had listened to her the first time instead of pressing my luck.
Auntie Karo is grumbling "I never had these issues with my brothers", they always listened to me. Hmmm, this one will need some more teaching of manners for sure. He seems to listen much better when indoors rather than outside for some reason.
Here I am, it was the last time Karo needed to correct my manners ever. She taught me to once and for all never to push my luck after I tried to steal her chewy. Silly, silly me, what was I thinking!! That she was going to share that most sacred of delights?!?. Sadly I did not know that, this was never an issue with her brothers, her chewy was hers, not ever to be touched by them or even looked at, something they just knew from the start not to do. I learned quickly after almost losing an eye, not to even look at her chewy.