Ladies & Gentlemen (Vet and Wolfhounds)

Aloooooooha!


Oh, my morning started early and was jam packed with good things. Up at 0600, leave at 0700,  vet at 0800. Phew....

I remember these boots.

Mom, it is sooo early, but I'm glad you brought me to see the nice lady.

I'll let the ladies do anything - even peek into my ears,...

... check out my choppers, and...

...listen to my heart go lub dub.
Mahalo for taking such good care of me, CPT Kimbrell!

I got some booster shots and I weighed myself. At five months old, I'm up to 46.8 pounds - that's 3.6 pounds gained in 14 days! No wonder I eat so much. I'm a growing boy!!


After the vet, my mom took me to visit my colleagues - the Wolfhounds. First, I went to 1-27 and this time Mom remembered the camera. 

Nice to meet you!

Thank you for coming down to my level, Swanigan. 

I liked this in the stairwell of 1-27. It reads:


I am an American Soldier.
I am a Warrior and a member of a team.
I serve the people of the United States and live the Army Values.
I will always place the mission first.
I will never accept defeat.
I will never quit.
I will never leave a fallen comrade.
I am disciplined, physically and mentally tough, trained 
and proficient in my warrior tasks and drills.
I always maintain my arms, my equipment and myself.
I am an expert and I am a professional.
I stand ready to deploy, engage, and destroy the enemies of 
the United States of America in close combat.
I am a guardian of freedom and the American way of life.
I am an American Soldier.


Yes, I am!

For breakfast you had...

Give me food = you are my friend

I like it here!

Are we battle buddies, Peterson?

My buddies and me!
(Peterson, Carter, and Shelstad)

Well, hello there, Murdough!

I live for tummy rubs.
I know it doesn't fit my tough guy image, but they are so nice!
Tummy rubs = you are one of my best friends

More Wolfhounds! I love it here!!

In case you're wondering, yes, this is a super job.

Will sit for food.

Um, I'm still sitting.
Where's the treat?

Two photogenic Wolfhounds.
Aren't we cute?

So, Tao, you also smell like food.
Where are you hiding it?

Loving me is better than food.
The feeling is mutual, Tao.

Ah, I'm so comfortable here with my new friend,
I'm going to take a nap. It's been a long morning.

Meeting CSM (Command Sergeant Major) Higgs for the first time.
He knows how to give a soldier a good rub so I lean on him.

Yes, CSM, I'll be a good Kolchak.
You're nice.

Mom woke me up so I look crabby.
I just got my first coin from CSM Higgs!
It's big so go on and challenge me.

Working in the office. I need a desk.
Can you see me?

After 1-27, we went to 2-27. I was tired. Still, it's worth staying awake to go to work.

Nice to smell you!

I love you, Kelly.

Yes, I may have been snooping in his rubbish bin.
Nothing in it of value.
Rats.

Uncle Dan?
Where are you?
I've heard you're alright.

Grandpa Royce?
You're not here either.
Rumor has it that you're alright too. 

No matter where I go in Wolfhound World,
I get loved and I love them.
Including you, Carney.

Now here's a pretty Wolfhound.
I'm just going to hang out with Smith.

We went to Clothing & Sales to buy some Wolfhound unit crest pins for my Kolchak Kollar. I need a smaller one until I grow into my brother's old one. After that, we finally went home.

Madeline, I'm completely exhausted and you choose NOW to take a picture.
Sheeesh.

Back to sleep.
(That's my food can back there.
I eat a lot.)

Madeline. You're still here.
Go.
Good dog.

The front of my very first coin.

The back of my very, very first coin.
It's a little old because it was made before I was born!
It reads:

Awarded for Excellence

(Rank)

LTC Brown

Wolfhound 6

Regimental "thingy"

(Rank)   

CSM Higgs

Wolfhound 7

Operation Iraqi Freedom

Operation New Dawn

22 June 2010 - 23 June 2011

Thank you, CSM Higgs.

I see you eyeballing my coin.
It's mine.
Mine.
(I'm a toddler.)

I think that's it.... very long blog today. Now I'm extra tired. I'm going to go back under the kitchen chair. I like it there. 


Woof!
Kolchak XVI
King of the Wolfhounds

Santa & Mrs. Paws

I mentioned earlier that my siblings and I went to see Santa and Mrs. Paws on Sunday. Here we are!

I asked for treats and stuffies and I've been a good boy... mostly. I may have experimented with a Christmas tree ornament to find out what it was. Sniff, lick, then a little chew.

POP!
ooops...
 My new canine is bigger than I'm used to.  

And I may have tried to test the ornament one more time
...even though Mom put it far back on the kitchen counter.

The next day Matt found my stocking on the floor.
I'm concerned it's an omen.

I have a few more days to redeem myself with the man from the North Pole. Wish me luck. I think he'll show mercy since I'm still just a pup. Plus, we have a connection.

I made a new friend. 

It's been a long day of chewing on my sister and trying to stay out of the kitchen while my human siblings make Christmas cookies and treats. Being good is a full time job. 


Goodnight.
Kolchak XVI
King of the Wolfhounds
(Good Boy if Santa asks)

Care Package

I'm a real soldier now!! I got my first care package today. In fact, it's my first mail ever. 

Addressed to me!!!

My first letter in my first care package says:

Kolchak XVI, greetings from Pennsylvania!

Every good soldier needs care packages, so we thought that we should send you one.  :)

Though you may not want to share, be a good boy and let Izzy play with some of the toys, huh?

Hope that you are getting adjusted to your new home in Hawaii. Say HI to your sister, brother, and Mom & Dad for us!

You have big shoes and heart to fill, but I'm sure that you are up to the challenge!

Love,Frank & Amy

Nec Aspera Terrent!

                    (especially not of stairs)

We were Skyping with Dad and opened my package.
Matthew read my letter from Frank and Amy to Dad.
He said they spoiled me rotten.
Dad may be right.

Stuffed to the brim with stuffies and treats.

Waiting patiently while our brother and sister show Dad every single item one at a time...

... and Mom sets them up for a photo for my blog.
Really? Aren't we cute enough to just give us one so we'll go away?

Isabella, "I see the monkey!"
Me, "I don't care what Frank and Amy said. It's mine."

Isabella took the stuffy and I had to fight to get it back.
Check out my ferocious chompers! I've got some adult ones coming in.

Grrr... grrr...  

Finally! Mine, mine, mine!!
Mom stopped taking photos and the humans started getting ready for bed.
About ten minutes had passed and...

...stuffy dismemberment and death. Monkey's innards are now "outards."

Upon closer inspection, Mom couldn't find his head.
She was worried one of us snacked on it.

During her second stuffy necropsy, she located Monkey's head.
It had been nearly unidentifiable as it was inside-out and tucked under a limb.

View of Monkey. Not so cute anymore.
He has since become a monkey AND a rope
as opposed to having the rope attached between his arms. 

I'm sure this innocent person didn't do that horrible deed... alone.
My accomplice and I took less than 20 minutes to take out the enemy.
One squeaky monkey down.
A squeaky mouse, honking stuffy duck, and squeaky rubber duck to go.
In between bouts with the enemies, we'll play with the rope ball, chew some bones, and eat some of those chicken pot pie flavored treats. mmmmm! I'm drooling just thinking about them.

Mahalo nui loa to Frank and Amy!

This soldier is tired now after messing up the monkey and a trip into town today. Isabella and I, with our human siblings, went to visit Santa and Mrs. Paws. I'll put those photos up later. Needless to say, I was very well behaved. It was Isabella who was bad. Finally I'm the good dog! But being good is exhausting.

Goodnight!

Kolchak XVI

King of the Wolfhounds