Teeth and dirt... Day 4 and 5

My confidence is growing. Isabella (my 4-legged sister) and I play together now that I'm used to her and she's calmed down... a LOT! I'm ready to show off my ferocious side.

Don't even think about taking my bone.

You can hear my teeth "click, click" when I take a chomp... and miss.

I'm so gonna get your ear!

The ferocity of this Wolfhound knows no bounds...

Just kidding! ha ha ha

My toy. I like this toy.

More toys. I like more toys.

Toys, toys, toys! There is no such thing as too many toys!
I particularly like this stuffy because Isabella likes it too.
We each got a new one today and she's not very good at sharing.

Playing with toys wears me out. Mom's mat is just like the red one. 
I do like this one for the easy access to my water bowl. 
I don't even stand up to drink when I'm really tired.  However, Mom moved the bowl
because I would get my feet in it when I slept. I left mud footprints on the cupboard and wall.
Dog art.

Isabella and I played in the dirt today. Can you tell?
We like to chase each other and wrestle.
The brown and red dirt turns into a dust cloud.

Mom is glad for my short tail - less to get dirty, less to clean.
Isabella and I also have spotty mud on our necks and chests
where we nibble each other and then dirt gets mashed into the spit.
Makes excellent dirt clods when dry.

I got Isabella's stuffy. (ssshhhhh...)
My family was laughing at how I was laying.
I can't see what's so funny.
(Although I admit my white tail is still rather brown.)

I'm hungry and tired. This satisfies both.

Now I have Isabella's tennis ball. I need a nap, but I need to guard this thing....
and all the other stuff. It's tough trying to keep track of all my toys.

I meet my first Wolfpup and his pretty mom today.
She smells nice. I like this job already.
(Mikah and Jennifer O'Hare)

Auntie Jenn brought Kolchak XV's ashes home today and my family was sad. Mom hugged me a lot. I even got to lay on her bed (sssshhhh... don't tell Dad. I was on his side.) to help her feel better. 


I'm still waiting to go to the beach. My first vet appointment isn't for another two weeks. Bummer. They must be very busy at the military vet. The nice thing is the first available appointment is with CPT Kimbrell. She took the best care of my brother and predecessor, Kolchak XV. I know she'll be good to me. Anyway, Mom won't take me to the beach until I have my flea and tick repellent, heart worm prevention, and Bordatella immunization. I know she loves me and wants me healthy, but I reeeeaaaalllly want to play!

Pant, pant... running after Isabella is tiring!
Just look at all this dirt to play in.

I'm showing Mom the dirt glob on my neck.

Close up of my permanently dirty nose. I don't know how it gets this way. 

Killing the squirrel stuffy.
I like the crunch it makes.

Being a puppy is fun and a lot of work. I sleep a lot in between playing with Isabella or getting pets and cuddles from my humans. My favorite is getting a tummy rub before or after a nap. Aaaahhh....


Much aloha, 
Kolchak XVI
King of the Wolfhounds

Settling in

Sleeping, playing, sniffing, nibbling, so much to do!

DAY 2

I'm eating next to my food bin and watering hole.
I graze all day.

Found a toy! Mom was not amused. 

One of my favorite napping spots.

This nose gets so many kisses!

Mom.... go away. I'm trying to relax.

Seriously. Leave.

DAY 3

Madeline wanted some help with her geometry.
I want some help being a lap dog. This is a bit awkward.

Geometry - the cure to insomnia.

Two bones, one rope, and a frisbee. Is this enough?

Reading the Sunday comics.

The best spot in the house, according to me.
I'm in Madeline's bathroom.

I'm broken.
I love this bathmat. Mom's is like this too.

Bum on mat, head on floor. No logic here.

Surrounded by toys. aaaahhh....

I've got to guard these toys when Isabella walks by.

A guy cannot have too many toys.

I love bones.

I'm just  a bit thicker than the bath mat.
I like to lay with my head between the toilet and the shower.

That was just up to yesterday afternoon! Thanks for stopping by.

Aloha,

Kolchak XVI, King of the Wolfhounds

I'm in Hawai'i!

Aloha! Yes, I'm getting all Hawaiian style.


I made it here without incident. Getting me through Cargo Customs on a federal holiday while APEC was in full-swing - NIGHTMARE - for Mom that is. I just hung out in quarantine for a while. They let me out of my crate for a bit. Then Mom, Madeline, and Matthew came to get me and my adventures continued. I think I'll use photos as I'm a man of few words.

Here I come! 

We're off airport property now so I can come out of my crate.
Where am I????

OK... I'm not home so I'm not interested in getting out of my crate.
Make me.

You made me.

OK. Cool, green grass is not so bad.
I'm still not so sure about this place though.

Mom is happy to see me. My brother says I'll be alright and this is a good place.
I'm still not sure I want to be here so I'll just stay on this spot.

Sister? Oh, you love me! I can tell.

Madeline hopes I'll find a place to make shi-shi
while I stretch out my legs.

Didn't work out with Madeline.
Now Matt hopes stretching my legs with a short run will help me go.
Nope.

Matthew loves me.

Not a glamorous way to sit, but it's comfy.

Jus' da bruddahz kickin' back on da grass.
Man moment.
Brotherly bliss.

One, two, three, Spam musubi!!!
(It's local style for one, two, three, cheeeeese!)

What do you have?

Yes, yes, I love kisses!

Two minutes into the drive home and I was passed out.
Madeline even picked my legs up and dropped them
and I was like a dead thing. I think two Fridays are too
much for anyone, especially a toddler.

I had a choice to get to know that wiggly, in-your-face, yellow thing that
they call Isabella or pick up poo. You can see what I chose.

Isabella on a leash so she wouldn't be all over me.

Our first meeting. Things could have gone better, but we survived.
It's been getting better since then.

Mom and I are rocking in the chair. She thinks it's funny
that she can pick me up and I fit in her lap. Won't last for long!

Matt wanted to cuddle too.

Exhausting day.

The Borzoi stretch shows off my tummy freckles.

I like bones. I really like bones so I keep a spare.
Mom says it's a toddler thing - what's mine is mine, what's yours
is mine, if I want it it's mine, if you want it it's mine...

Mom says my stink eye is amazing for such a cute boy.
Gotta have good stink eye to keep two bones so the other person has none.

Mostly I'm very comfortable and relaxed here. I've eaten, had food, taken lots of naps. No sounds, movements, or things rile me. Well, one exception: I'm not a big fan of stairs and the main living area is upstairs. This is a big problem. The problem is I don't like stairs yet I have to go down them to go out. Madeline quit trying to make me walk and she carried me down them. I think these family people might actually be my staff. 


Since these photos were taken, I've been really good. I made shi-shi by the plant... in the dining area... that is made of plastic. Hey, I was on the right track and I just didn't want to go downstairs. Ultimately, Mom dragged me down the stairs and out the door to finish in a more appropriate place. I didn't. I was done. 


I did explore the yard once I was out there and realized that no matter where I went, my family was always right where I left them. That was comforting so I started to go farther and for more time. I'm brave. After all that activity I went back to sleep. My family is starting to see the pattern.


In fact, my eyes are feeling droopy again... goodnight.


Kolchak XVI
King of the Wolfhounds