My Sweet Angelic Puppy

That would be a shoe. What is left of my mothers shoe to be exact; and I know what you're thinking. You're thinking: 'You fell asleep again, didn't you?' Surprisingly, my answer to your question would be: No. I didn't fall asleep while babysitting and no, Kilo didn't sneak off and redesign my mothers shoe. Chase did. Mothers new, flawless dog has a shoe fetish. As in, hide it under the dining room curtains for latter savoring, kind of fetish. Excuse me while I snicker and rejoice in the fact that for once, destruction cannot be traced back to my mule.

This week has been all about the dogs. If you'd asked me a couple weeks ago what my life was about I would have told you 'Kilo' and only half been joking. Now, with two younger dogs in the house, two younger dogs who must be supervised at all times, I am no longer half joking when I answer the question. It's a good thing I'm such a huge dog person. Though I'll admit, sometimes I wish they came with a white flag and a magical fairy. So, yes, this week has been dog week. Dog week and yard week. Fall is upon us, which means packaging up all of our yard debris in pretty paper bags for the trash men. Kilo loved it because he got to be outside for hours on end every day. I however, about went crazy trying to keep him out of the crab apple tree. He's the only dog I know stupid enough to eat poisonous berries. Every time I turned around to check on him, he'd be nibbling on the lower branches. In a fit of exasperation/rage that I usually try to resist, I hacked off all the lower tree limbs. I can just imagine what the neighbors must think. Especially considering the fact that in the wee hours of the morning and late at night I can usually be seen storming across the yard in my mismatched pjs yelling at Kilo to stop devouring indigestible plants. So Thursday finds me out in the yard, sticks in my hair, crab apples smashed against my flattering barn coat, muttering angrily to myself as I take a saw to the rather unfortunate crab apple tree. It's not it's fault that it's poisonous to my idiotic dog, but an ugly tree won't cost me hundreds of dollars at the vet office.Speaking of sticks and trees, I'd like you all to know that we went to the vet again this week, and for once it wasn't Kilos fault. It was Chases fault. He got a stick wedged in the roof of his mouth, stuck between two back teeth. Try as we might, we couldn't get it out, and so we ran over to the vet where they had to knock him out in order to remove the offending object. Excuse me while I snicker some more. Oh, and to top it all off they gave us the stick back as a souvenir. An expensive souvenir, but really, what self-respecting souvenir isn't a little overpriced?

Here's a video of Kilo and Chase playing. You'll notice that I've mostly cured Kilos over-zealousness, that and he finally learned that Chase won't play with him if he loses all the time. Go figure. Chase looks like he's eating him, but they really are playing. Kilo doesn't have to fall over or act like a wimp, but he does it because it means the fun will continue.