Happy Holidays :)

Happy Holidays from the big bear and I! Kilo hasn't seemed to take much notice of the holiday season. Other than the fact that there's more food lying around for the stealing, a convenient tree-shaped hideout in the living room and a horde of new toys - his life's pretty much been the same. But, here's a few pictures to commemorate Kilos first winter holiday!Thank you for the new toy, Grams! Kilo sure does love it! To be honest, Chase is a bit jealous that you showed your favoritism so clearly, but Kilo lets him nibble on the end every now and then. Can you believe it? Kilo - sharing! My little doggy's finally growing up.

I must now confess to being one of those people who gives presents to her dog . . . and is also insane enough to wrap them. Yes, I am one of those people. I freely admit it, own up to it, and look forward to doing it again. Why do I bother with the wrapping? Because it's fun to watch him get excited about being allowed to rip something asunder, and because for once it doesn't matter what the paper looks like or if the gift has green snowmen paper patched over top silver snowflakes. It's actually rather soothing. Slap this piece of paper to that piece of paper, throw some tape on and you're good to go. The ugliest wrapping job ever beheld, yet still met with wide eyed enthusiasm and curiosity.

It barely took Kilo an hour to chew through two of his new toys. If anyone knows of some hardier, big dog toys - please, please let me know. I've been to all the local pet stores and still can't seem to keep my fuzzy companion stocked. Who knew entertaining a dog could be so difficult? But, he is still cutting his teeth, so maybe his chewing frenzy will settle down once they've finished coming in. I can hope anyway. Kilo didn't exactly earn his new toys. He's been bad more than he's been good; but, giving him coal would have been pointless - he'd just eat it.
Also this week, Kilo decided he was descended from a family of squirrels and therefore was in the clear to begin climbing trees for food. The crab apple tree to be exact. The poisonous, loathed, threatened to be cut down crab apple tree. If Kilo hasn't killed himself by his first birthday I'm throwing him/me a party. A, 'we made it' party.