I do have new Kylee updates and it is not a cover to hide that I have finally snapped and killed her. I'm actully waiting for her Friday hike where Dad is going to take my camera and see if he can spot her in the wild. Should prove interesting.
Personality wise, Kylee is night and day depending which parent is home. When left with me, she destroys junk but is sweet apologetic girl. When home with Mr. Morgan, she is a wild beast, baiting to be tackled. She listens to me vaguely when he is home, and has no option BUT to listen to me when he isn't. When he is home and complies to what I say she shoots me a gaze that very much says she's doing it to humor me and gain favor to Mr. I know her little tactics and we often gaze at eachother understanding that a small war is brewing. So! I expect to have more to say come this weekend.
- DM
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Love bug.
I cannot possibly explain how much Mr. Morgan means to Kylee, and she to him. Let the camera speak for itself. She's getting more action than I am!
Those two are wonderful, albiet disheartening for me to see the Russian trying to squeeze into the hug pile. He looks like the kid who lost a bet.
Dont' worry, I give him ample attention and he spends a lot of time in the crook of my legs being pet and groomed. We also have a lot of conversations, that of course do not translate verbally, but do emotionally about why Leedy hasn't come home yet. I don't want to give a dog too much credit, as I am apt to do, but he misses her still a great deal and sometimes gives Kylee the dirtiest look and I recognise it as "You are such an imposter. Get out." Truly, I have caught that look more than once and it is above language barriers. Ever had someone give you a glare that you just knew to walk away from with haste? That's the look on his tiny face.
Ok yeah I was going to crop this photo.... chose not to, only to prove what I always confirm - Mr. Morgan is a fucking pig! He lives on the floor beside our bed. Not to say my table is ok, that's the upper right, but most of that junk is picking up what the dog might find during the night. I take full credit for my tardy laundry pile. I dont do much... why waste the water? I can sniff test just fine! However, this was ONE night of his junk, wouldn't it make sense to take the empty with you to get a new? I gave up a long time ago.
Kylee has been going on hikes the last couple of weekends, and Im' told she does very well and was found "floating" down the river. Lazy brat, I believe it. She has also been found more than once in our pool, just... ya know.... chillin. To immediately be caught and charge onto the bedding with a smile I want to slap off of her. I am still trying to catch her in the act of pool lazing, so keep watching for that.
She also is quite interested in soap and the shower. I sit while I shower, not for being lazy, (ok somewhat) but more so because I like the waterfall effect. Kylee insists the door be opened at least six inches or enough to pry her head inside to begin licking all soap off of the host. This dog is a ghost if I ever saw one. Sure I expect her at the shower door, front door, door door.... and most times you can hear the sound of a giant horse barreling about. Then there are the extremely creepy times when you enter a room, and five seconds later you turn around and there she is - laying down like she'd been there the whole time. Sniper Puppy! I know my eyes aren't the best but this animal just appears as though she has a portal wristband with time warp ability. It is seriously weird, and she mocks my lack of understanding.
More soon.
-DM
Those two are wonderful, albiet disheartening for me to see the Russian trying to squeeze into the hug pile. He looks like the kid who lost a bet.
Dont' worry, I give him ample attention and he spends a lot of time in the crook of my legs being pet and groomed. We also have a lot of conversations, that of course do not translate verbally, but do emotionally about why Leedy hasn't come home yet. I don't want to give a dog too much credit, as I am apt to do, but he misses her still a great deal and sometimes gives Kylee the dirtiest look and I recognise it as "You are such an imposter. Get out." Truly, I have caught that look more than once and it is above language barriers. Ever had someone give you a glare that you just knew to walk away from with haste? That's the look on his tiny face.
Ok yeah I was going to crop this photo.... chose not to, only to prove what I always confirm - Mr. Morgan is a fucking pig! He lives on the floor beside our bed. Not to say my table is ok, that's the upper right, but most of that junk is picking up what the dog might find during the night. I take full credit for my tardy laundry pile. I dont do much... why waste the water? I can sniff test just fine! However, this was ONE night of his junk, wouldn't it make sense to take the empty with you to get a new? I gave up a long time ago.Kylee has been going on hikes the last couple of weekends, and Im' told she does very well and was found "floating" down the river. Lazy brat, I believe it. She has also been found more than once in our pool, just... ya know.... chillin. To immediately be caught and charge onto the bedding with a smile I want to slap off of her. I am still trying to catch her in the act of pool lazing, so keep watching for that.
She also is quite interested in soap and the shower. I sit while I shower, not for being lazy, (ok somewhat) but more so because I like the waterfall effect. Kylee insists the door be opened at least six inches or enough to pry her head inside to begin licking all soap off of the host. This dog is a ghost if I ever saw one. Sure I expect her at the shower door, front door, door door.... and most times you can hear the sound of a giant horse barreling about. Then there are the extremely creepy times when you enter a room, and five seconds later you turn around and there she is - laying down like she'd been there the whole time. Sniper Puppy! I know my eyes aren't the best but this animal just appears as though she has a portal wristband with time warp ability. It is seriously weird, and she mocks my lack of understanding.
More soon.
-DM
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Update 7 months.
Dear Kylee,
Today you are seven months and nine days old.
You tend to set the schedule around the house and make no apologies for it. You wake up a very nice puppy wondering why we don't pop into action because you happened to stir into consciousness. Your little brother likes to sleep in, and this to you, is quite baffling and unacceptable. To you, it's time to GO! Your brother and I continue to love the sweetness and non-chewy nature of morning puppy, but you often forget that you are the reason that we are so tired.
You've grown a good bit, but mostly wide. Your brother remains wee. He fine with it and so am I. You are also very close to going into heat and your Father has zero clue what we are in for. I expect you to be drawing many suitors soon that I will have to swat with a broom to protect your virginity. My hands will bleed clenching the swat broom to keep you from any such thing. I have more than once sat you down and talked about how lucky you were to not be born a shelter leaving. So let's not make Mama upset with more ... albiet gorgeous.... puppies that are not needed. I'll do my part, you do yours. There's food in it for you, fair?
Last week I kept smelling a completely fowl odor, and you sat by knowing I was blaming your Father. I didn't HEAR it, but the smell filled my nostrils and even woke the Russian. Your Father left for work later that week and it was at least a half hour in passing before that familiar stench reappeared. It was you! And you straight faced lied.
You also helped yourself to all the carrots I was trying to grow. You were not able to stop yourself and wore a guilty face. It's ok, you were only trying to help and they tickled your nose ever so enticingly.
Your new lesson is "no jump" you do not understand your strength and you knock Mama down often, as well as others who simply want to greet you. Your Father is in charge if this correction, we can't have you pummeling guests out of your instinct to be friendly and say hello, baby girl you are too big to do such and people will start to not like you. I know you want to be favored, not recoiled from... so we are going to work on that. We can't have more than one unruly Morgan darling, I took that crown years ago.
Be good.
Love,
Mama
Today you are seven months and nine days old.
You tend to set the schedule around the house and make no apologies for it. You wake up a very nice puppy wondering why we don't pop into action because you happened to stir into consciousness. Your little brother likes to sleep in, and this to you, is quite baffling and unacceptable. To you, it's time to GO! Your brother and I continue to love the sweetness and non-chewy nature of morning puppy, but you often forget that you are the reason that we are so tired.
You've grown a good bit, but mostly wide. Your brother remains wee. He fine with it and so am I. You are also very close to going into heat and your Father has zero clue what we are in for. I expect you to be drawing many suitors soon that I will have to swat with a broom to protect your virginity. My hands will bleed clenching the swat broom to keep you from any such thing. I have more than once sat you down and talked about how lucky you were to not be born a shelter leaving. So let's not make Mama upset with more ... albiet gorgeous.... puppies that are not needed. I'll do my part, you do yours. There's food in it for you, fair?
Last week I kept smelling a completely fowl odor, and you sat by knowing I was blaming your Father. I didn't HEAR it, but the smell filled my nostrils and even woke the Russian. Your Father left for work later that week and it was at least a half hour in passing before that familiar stench reappeared. It was you! And you straight faced lied.
You also helped yourself to all the carrots I was trying to grow. You were not able to stop yourself and wore a guilty face. It's ok, you were only trying to help and they tickled your nose ever so enticingly.
Your new lesson is "no jump" you do not understand your strength and you knock Mama down often, as well as others who simply want to greet you. Your Father is in charge if this correction, we can't have you pummeling guests out of your instinct to be friendly and say hello, baby girl you are too big to do such and people will start to not like you. I know you want to be favored, not recoiled from... so we are going to work on that. We can't have more than one unruly Morgan darling, I took that crown years ago.
Be good.
Love,
Mama
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