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