1st Vet Trip

If I had known my veterinarian was such a sweetie, I would have insisted upon seeing her earlier. She was pleasantly surprised to see another Kolchak. 

The beautiful and kind CPT Kimbrell.
(I only flirted a little.)

I make friends with SPC Orona because he has my treats.

SPC Orona amuses me while CPT Kimbrell checks out my eye.

She's very thorough. I had some icky stuff in my eye and she doesn't see it anymore.
Still, I have eye drops for it because she can see where I did have something.
Getting my drops doesn't bother me at all. In fact, I hardly notice.

This appointment interfered with my nap so I took to laying on the floor,
in the hall, and any place folks needed to walk.
Mom told them to step over me and they did after looking at her like she was nuts.
(She is, but not for that reason.)

I'm a healthy boy still. I weigh 42.2 pounds so that's 3 pounds gained in two weeks. I EAT!!! I will go back in two weeks for some booster shots. I can't wait to see CPT Kimbrell and to say good-bye and Godspeed to SPC Orona. SPC Orona will deploy soon to take care of Military Working Dogs in Afghanistan. We'll pray for him because he's taking care of my species and... he has treats. 


I told you last blog that I had a stocking and Matthew took a photo of our "mantle".  (You don't need a fireplace in Hawai'i.)

My first stocking is the one on the far right.
Lots of room for stuffies and treats!!

Back to napping. Got to catch up from yesterday.

Kolchak XVI

King of the Wolfhounds

Reindeer, Clean & Fluffy

Life on the home front... celebrated my first Thanksgiving. I gave thanks for the bits of turkey that Mom dropped on the floor so she put them in my bowl. That's as deep as my baby brain could go.


The next day we put up our fake tree and decorated the house.

I'd like to discuss this collar thing.

How I best decorate the tree.

I even have my own stocking. I hope Santa fills it with stuffies and treats. After all, I've been a really good boy this year. In the boxes of Christmas stuff, my brother and sister found a dog reindeer costume. hhhmmmm...

I'm trying to wiggle so Mom can't take a good photo.
She found a way to keep me from moving, but the photo is still stupid.

Really? Must we do this?

Let's not discuss this.
(Isabella, "Snicker, snicker.")

Fine. I'm a reindeer. ho ho ho

I'm going onto post tomorrow to see CPT Kimbrell at the veterinary clinic. Madeline decided it was time to teach me to take a shower. I did shower and left her 6 inches to stand. Hey, it was her idea, but I'm clean and that was the point. Then Mom and Madeline dried me like it was spa day. My debut as clean and fluffy.

Girls and hair dryers creep me out. Trauma.

Trying to train Madeline how to use food.

Pose. My Aussie mom made me look professional.
These people are amateurs and I'm not going to help out. 

I almost look chubby with my fluffy curls.

My only other news is I'm losing a few baby teeth and getting some grown-up chompers. It's hard to chew - sometimes stuff falls out of my mouth while eating. Between teeth of all sizes and gaps, it's rough to eat. No worries, I still can put down tons of food a day. snarf snarf


Time to get off the computer so my mom can cyber shop for my Christmas gifts.


No Fear!

Mud, Mess, and Military -- Day 6-10

Busy, busy, busy!  It's hard to find time to blog between naps, cuddles, and play time. It took time to recover from my trip to Schofield Barracks. I got to stop at the vet to pick up my flea and tick meds so I can go to the beach... whenever we get time.  I also found out I'm growing fast since I now weight 39.2 pounds (17.8 kilos). Then I went to visit my Wolfhounds!!! YAY!! 

Here's how that day started though....

Mom came out to get me and Isabella and I were playing.

This was fun!

Yes, Mom. What's wrong?

Oh, Sister, really? Are you sure I need a bath?

Birdie?

Oh, I'm doomed to take a bath.
Apparently, only clean dogs go to post.

This has to be against the Geneva Convention or something.
I'm being held against my will.

Not my favorite activity so far.
Cold hose water blast bath.

Sister, I used to like you.
Are we done yet?

I'll just sit here on the step and wait  for you to get the towels. 

Playing and bathing makes for a tired puppy.

You missed a spot! Check up my schnoz for dirt.

I'm cold. Can we hook the hose up to the water heater next time? 

On my way to post to visit my guys in 1-27 and 2-27. 

Leave me alone. I need my power nap.

Are we there? I think I see Wolfhounds.

Madeline forgot the camera in the car at 1-27 so I only have phone photos of me with the Wolfhound statue... none with me with my soldier friends. boo  Guess that's a good excuse to come back!

Me in the Kolchak Korner.
I'll be on the wall one day.

Trying to stand like the statue.

After sniffing around 1-27, I headed off to D-quad to see the guys in 2-27 Rear Detachment.

Mom introduced me to CPT (Captain) Collins with a treat. 

Maybe he's never seen a young Wolfhound?

Now this is how I like to be greeted! (Hill)

G'day.... er... um.... hello?

I like you, Randall, and I can tell the feeling is mutual.

Treats. Love treats.

I'm learning that waiting is part of the army.

Any more treats, Johnson? I'm doing my best "pleeeeeze" look.

And hello to you too, Rosario.

I like you too, Raths, and I'd like you a whole lot more
 if you accidentally dropped that pork sandwich.

I'm waiting again, but this time I just need to lay down.
All this new stuff, new people, new smells... just wears a Kolchak out.

Two seconds in the car....
this Kolchak was OUT!

The next day, we took it easy.

Lazy boy's way to drink his water.

Napping by the water so I don't have to walk far.

After a day of rest, I helped do yard work by doing some cactus disposal. 

Is it a stick or prey?

Well, Madeline, you've been trying to get a close up.
Is this close enough for you?

I see something, but I'm not sure it's worth leaving my giant stick for.

Maybe it's a bone. What's inside?

As usual, my teeth do the testing.

More yard time. It's where I go to burn off my energy and have a decent space to chew my sister. Sometimes we play chase, sometimes we wrestle, always we get dirty.

Jail birds.
"C'mon, Mom, let us out.
We won't leave the yard.
Promise."

Mom didn't buy it so I stayed in the yard and dug in the dirt
until I was so tired that I laid down by our water pail and guarded
my (possession is nine-tenths of the law) tennis ball.

Once again, napping on the job.
It caused me to lose that tennis ball.
Darn.

Mahalo for stopping by to see what this Kolchak does. Mostly, I'm growing up and learning so when I'm needed at work, I am well behaved.


OOOOO.... before I forget... brag time! I have no fear of stairs. I may look goofy, but I go up and down without hesitation. AND I've learned there are invisible lines that I'm not supposed to cross to go into the kitchen. AND last night, I laid on our cushion all through human dinner... mostly. They bribed me with treats and it worked. Apparently, my nose in their plate while they prayed wasn't good manners. oooops. Sometimes I need to relearn my lessons, but I am learning quickly. I'm a smart boy.


No Fear on Earth!
Kolchak XVI
King of the Wolfhounds