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.
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| Here I come! |
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| We're off airport property now so I can come out of my crate. Where am I???? |
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| OK... I'm not home so I'm not interested in getting out of my crate. Make me. |
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| You made me. |
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| OK. Cool, green grass is not so bad. I'm still not so sure about this place though. |
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| 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. |
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| Sister? Oh, you love me! I can tell. |
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| Madeline hopes I'll find a place to make shi-shi while I stretch out my legs. |
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| Didn't work out with Madeline. Now Matt hopes stretching my legs with a short run will help me go. Nope. |
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| Matthew loves me. |
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| Not a glamorous way to sit, but it's comfy. |
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| Jus' da bruddahz kickin' back on da grass. Man moment. Brotherly bliss. |
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| One, two, three, Spam musubi!!! (It's local style for one, two, three, cheeeeese!) |
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| What do you have? |
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| Yes, yes, I love kisses! |
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| 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. |
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| 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. |
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| Isabella on a leash so she wouldn't be all over me. |
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| Our first meeting. Things could have gone better, but we survived. It's been getting better since then. |
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| 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! |
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| Matt wanted to cuddle too. |
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| Exhausting day. |
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| The Borzoi stretch shows off my tummy freckles. |
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| 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... |
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| 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
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