Jackson ran around in circles, chasing his litter mates. "You won't catch me!" His sister called out.
 Jackson pounced on his sister and called, "I caught you!"
Jackson's sister rolled off Jackson and showed her belly as if saying I give up. 

"Yes! I win!" Jackson barked and spin around.

Jackson's P.O.V.
My sister nodded. "But I bet you won't be able to catch Frizbie!" She barked
Frizbie ran as fast as he could, full speed, on top of chairs, tables, couches! Anywhere she could get. She jumped onto the dining room table.
I struggled to get on. Once I got on, Frizbie jumped off. When I jumped off, papers flew off the table and glass plates and cups broke.
Frizbie stopped and broke off in a laugh. "Game over!!! And, what were you thinking? Owner is gonna be so mad!!" 
I looked at the mess I made. I whimpered. "They won't notice, will they?" I asked.
"Sure, they will notice! THEY WILL HATE YOU AND HURT YOU!" Frizbie joked.

Frizbie's P.O.V.
I felt bad for Jackson. A little bit. I remembered his whimper when he saw his mess. I felt bad for my bullying-him.
"Sorry," I barked.
"NO YOUR NOT SORRY! HOW COULD YOU!?" 

Wow. I was not expecting that. ..Little brothers..
Jackson must of noticed my shock because he tilted his head and said, "I know you too well, and you would have to be--" 
"Thats enough!" 

Mom game into the room. 

Mom's P.O.V.

My pups were fighting. Not playing, I knew it. "Pups," I said, "you shouldn't be fighting. Even if the other one if being mean."

"But, Mo--"
"No buts!" I barked. 

"But Frizbie is no fun!" Jackson protested.
"Did you hear me? NO PROTESTING OR BUTS!" I repeated. 

"Realy, Mom? Really?" Fizbie growled. 
"Really what?"

"Look what Jackson did. You didn't notice!" Frizbie nodded toward the mess of torn paper and broken glass.