Sunday, June 27, 2010

Furry Toddler

Puppy's been sick (he's determined to fill his stomach with every inedible object in the house), so I'm behind on updates.

Week 12 - 34lbsMy puppy has finally started to settle in and check his temper tantrums. He's still in trouble more than he's not, but at least its good-natured and not angsty trouble. I have to just shake my head at how childlike he is; you can practically see the wheels in his brain turning at times. The other night I was washing my face and glanced around to check on him - Kilo was sitting right beside me, head cocked and staring as I got ready for bed. It was a little creepy, what with how intently he was watching. So intently in fact, it was quite easy to get the impression that he was observing me like a science experiment. Like that cartoon, Pinky & the Brain, where the mice are always plotting something. Only, he's both. Sometimes he's Pinky, sometimes he's Brain, but most of the time he's Pinky.

Week 13 - still 34lbsHis back is level with the coffee table now.

When my little sister was small the poison control center knew my mom by name, because of all the things she stuck in her mouth. That's relatively normal for children, to get into trouble. The other day I went to the vets office to pick up Kilo's file (I had called and asked them to copy it) and the instant I walk in, the receptionist looks up, smiles, hands me the paperwork and says 'Good luck!' Most dog places can recognize your dog before they recognize you, but I didn't have Kilo with me, and I didn't even give her my name. I had to mentally pause and reassess my life with my canine baby. That moment seemed like it belonged on one of those lists. You know, the ones that start like, "How you know. . . " and then it lists a bunch of signs that indicate you need a serious life change.

1 comment:

  1. You should have names him one of the following: Kirby, Hoover or Dyson.

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