Crazy Kilo

This week Kilo decided to try out the art of mauling. I'm not a fan. Kilo being the stubborn juvenile that he is has yet to pick up on that fact. This week, usually in the evening because that's when his craziness reaches its ultimate high, he's been leaping up at me and mouthing me as if I were one of his canine buddies. I am most certainly not a canine buddy nor am I sure that even his doggy friends would appreciate his enthusiasm. Once the attack signal has gone off in his brain the only thing I can do is stomp on his leash and make him 'settle' until the bug has crawled out. I'll be very happy once the infant figures out his latest discovery isn't getting him any further than the floor.

Today I thought I'd get some cleaning done. Today I thought wrong. My day went something like this. . .
Dust an object. Glance to check on Kilo. Take foreign object away from Kilo. Put object back where it belongs. Return to dusting. Search for duster. Chase Kilo to retrieve duster. Dust an object. Clean up Kilos dumped water bowl. Dust an object. Dust another object. Progress! Find cardboard container Kilo ripped to shreds. Clean glass. Take duster away from Kilo. Wipe Kilos nose print off glass. Get vacuum out. Make Kilo sit while vacuum is on. Start to polish a chair. Stop Kilo from eating vacuum cord. Stop Kilo from dumping his water bowl over. Finish polishing chair. . .
And so it continued. ALL DAY. Kilo skipped his usual nap in order to further disrupt the cleaning process. I was highly tempted to let him become more acquainted with his crate. But, he's going to have to learn to behave himself and he can only do that if given the opportunity and some very strict guidance. He's definitely the most challenging and expressive dog I have ever owned.

The following picture is how Kilo looks when gazing at the duster. We call it 'crazy eyes'. If he looks like this bad things usually follow.

See how dark he's getting? Lots of black hair now.