Are We Done Yet?

Another week of torture has passed. The doggy theater that is Kilo's brain featured 'Grumbling' this week, starring the always famous 'Mouthing', but my personal favorite was the encore performance of 'Mauling' that aired Tuesday night. Ah yes, how I love a good mauling . . . Kilo and I have seen the entire neighborhood this week. We've been up and down it, back and forth, pulling and stopping, sitting and waiting. I'm not sure who's been more exhausted this week. Making a nuisance of himself uses up a lot of the big dogs energy, but reeling him in and demanding some semblance of order uses up a lot of mine. Since today was the first day in a week we've gone without hearing any grumbling from the big bear I'm going to be optimistic and say I may be overcoming.
Kilo did so well on his walk this morning that I let him out in the backyard knowing full well he was going to make a mess of himself playing in the mud. But I kind of figured he'd earned it. Oh, and in case you're a super observant person, that stick is the same giant stick from his pictures several months ago. He's whittled it down to two feet. o.OMy sister is home and practiced her trombone for the first time today. We definitely will not be taking Kilo to any musical concerts. It turns out he's not a big fan of brass instruments. Though I can't really blame him. If I had his hearing I'd probably bemoan its existence too. The below photograph is how he looked after she stopped playing. Kilo went into the room to 'investigate' and you can see from his stance just how tense and nervous he was. I stood back and wished I had a remote control for it. I mean, it would be pretty funny to suddenly blast a note or two out - ridiculously mean and possibly life scarring - but funny nonetheless . . . Please don't judge, it's been a long week . . . and I'd never actually do that. The thought was just rather amusing. ;)
Today Kilo and I are giving a big cyber shout out to the Ugly. Mom, I know you're reading this so you can pass it along ;) 'Little pretty unicorns'. Pat Fred's head for me and tell him he did a good job.

The Jerk

Two weeks ago I told my mother that I was finally starting to feel some attachment for my mule. I'm not talking about the 'aw, he's so cute' puppy love kind of attachment, but more of the 'yes, you're a nice companion whom I look forward to spending the next 8 years with' type of attachment. Up unto that point I'd been so busy scolding, training, medicating and pursuing him that I'd really only felt exasperation and a hint of something that might be construed as affection, if you happened to be a die hard optimist. Now I realize I spoke too soon.

I'm late updating. Partly because last weekend we journeyed once more to my grandmas house, but also because for the past week Kilo's been an A class jerk. In fact, he's been so bad that several times I've thought to myself: 'If his eyes were a tad smaller or his face just a little less cute, this would so not be worth it.' Two weeks ago Kilo had seemingly evened out. He was behaving 60% of the time, no belongings or visitors had gone missing - life was going well. Last week Kilo decided Dennis the Menace really does have more fun. Behaviors I naively thought were long gone have suddenly resurfaced. He's mouthing, grumbling, barking at strangers and generally making a real idiot of himself. This week I watched my peace of mind board a jet engine and take off for Bermuda.I'm hoping this is simply a rebellious stage and not a new career choice on his part. I'm not a fan of horror movies and even if you happen to be one, you've gotta admit that watching Cujo and living with Cujo are two very different things. Anyway, until Kilo finally decides to behave himself you can bet he won't be getting away with anything. If he were well-behaved I could spoil him a little, but of course, he has to do things the hard way.