1st Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving came and went and surprisingly, nothing catastrophic happened. Kilo didn't manage to steal any of our food and nobody had to go to the vet. I call that a win. ;)
Notice I didn't say: 'Kilo didn't try to steal our food.' He tried. I won. It helped that I crated him during dinner. I didn't really fancy the idea of yelling 'leave it' every other bite.

Thanksgiving week I worked a lot, which meant little time to exercise Kilo so he and Chase spent lots of time running around outside. A tired dog is a happy dog, and a happy owner too.

My little sister came home for the holiday, which was good for Kilo because he got lots of hugs. He doesn't particularly love them, but they're good for him. There's not much that says 'I'm fluffy and hug-able' quite like a huge, furry dog. I figure he better get used to being grabbed and loved on. He has an entire lifetime of it ahead of him.