The Geno Stuff Just Keeps Coming

Here is a story I received from Geno's little sister that I find amusing. This makes me realize how I can't be watching the guy all the time. I guess we'll have to watch him in shifts. The main reason I'm publishing this story is because in it, Geno is not immune to receiving his comeuppance.

Little Sister says;

OK Tramp. I promised you a story, so here goes. To get a little background on Bro's personality, let me start with something our Mom used to tell us. It seems that when Geno was a little tyke, he was so hyperactive, that he would stand in his crib and shimmy it over to the wall just so he could bounce his head off of the wall (I think this is where the "no sense" that tramp was talking about comes into play),Mom was so worried that he was going to hurt himself, that she put his mattress on the floor and turned the crib upside down so he was in a little jail cell. Anyhow, out of that hyperactivity comes the next story. I'll keep it short and sweet. One weekend last August, we went to a biker bash that ran from Friday until Sunday. It was a scorcher of a weekend, but we had plenty of beer to keep us cool. We didn't sleep much that weekend (we all probably had 2 hours total sleep by the time Sunday rolled around). We were all pretty crisp fries with all the heat and beer. Well, Sunday morning Geno fell asleep around 6:00 am and by 7:30 I couldn't take it anymore and had to wake him up. So I started yelling outside the camper, Bro! Bro! Get up! Come on! The camper door flew open and there he stood, hair standing straight up and eyes red as a beet. He was not pleased with me. The lack of sleep had the opposite effect on him that it does on most people and the hyperactivity took over. He started talking non-stop and saying the same things over and over and over and over again just to see how pissed off I (and everybody else) would get. This went on for a good half hour. With me yelling at him every 5 minutes to "shut the bleep up". I finally took to beating him with my tennis shoe and that shut him up for about 2 minutes. In that time, he decided that he needed to relieve himself. Instead of walking all the way to the porta john, he went around the back of the camper. Did I mention that the camper was parked right in front of an electric fence (that was turned off for the weekend) and on the other side of the fence were goats? Pretty soon, we could hear Geno saying "Hey goat. Come on over here Goat" Apparently (I didn't see this happening because I just didn't want to look) he called the goat over while he was taking a whiz and proceeded to smack the goat upside his head with his winkie! Well, right about that same time, the owners decided to turn on their electric fence! Needless to say, Bro had a "hair raising" experience!! Moral of this story is: If you know what's good for you, keep your animals as far away from Geno as possible!