Marley and Kylee

A few dozen moons ago both Kylee and Marley were small. They both have a passion for greeting with a check of the crotch, and how could - as someone who is trepeditious of germs - protest such greeting.

Marley was attacked this last week and things got .... I don't know. Let's go with tricky. A man got out of jail like the day before or something alike and made number one priority to hit the pound for a pit bull and let it stretch it's legs off lead. Enter Marley. On lead and while very friendly, her motives are more to play than Kylee's are. Kylee is extremely affection driven, but equally energetic.

Marley is on the mend, after neck drains and cones and all the junk that comes with a well printed invoice I'm sure stapled to a get well soon baggie.

The above photo is exactly how Kylee greets anything, even thouhg she is a lot larger now. Being she is much taller than a Russian sized new friend, she squats down to be more at their level of comfort. It's all really quite clever and endearing.

The doggie world is out to get our girls..... we don't know why. At least I certainly don't, my puppy would let a squirrel take off with her food just to ask if it tasted good. Pet owners.... step up and be responsible!

Kylee does have an odd new reaction to something. Her brother. I don't think she really likes him much. She's not hostile by any means, but his constant crappy attitude is not something she wants to be around if she doesn't have to. Boy can I relate. /cough.

Example of how I've discovered this, is she'll be working a rawhide bone or rawhide chip and he comes up.... she instantaneously jerks herself away, head first as if to tell him to sack off the "sharing" game. He doesn't share. He growls and bites with a gummy mouth that makes her laugh and just take the bone back. Don't presume there is ONE bone chewy in the house.... this place is a landmine of scattered crap to hit right in the middle of a bare foot, usually directly into the tender arch. Adversely, I tested ... and gave her a bone or chip... something to chew on and leaned in right to her face. She just chewed on. So, Simon ... is not on the trust list it seems. His own fault for being a territorial brat. Neither of them can hurt another, so nothing to be done, but he's really a poor sport and it's a shame.

Sipod I'm more sorry than anyone, but she's not home in the way you remember her. Please be nice, it's not Kylee's fault.

- DM

Bringings! Kylee Hears a Who!

Kylee earns her keep, in her... way. She comes with offerings that often make us tilt a head and wonder if it's mineral, vegetable, or profitable. I admit that she brings Mr. Morgan's socks to me at least 4 times a day. I don't know where she is finding them, but hell, thanks!

She has been collecting groupings of things from our backyard, we don't know if it's a hint or bad landscaping or simply the act of the puppy proudly showing what she "found."

I don't let on that I "found" a pile of her offerings in entering her "searching grounds", no I just smile at her brown head because really.... the crap she brings - and it's often our OWN crap just being returned like a library book, is fairly impressive.

She and I watched Horton Hears a Who. In return she began, I'm not kidding, bringing in little Who cities.


There are 3 brinings in the photos, but hard to show.

In three trips she brought in Who villages and I just don't have the heart to toss them. Plus, we are really impressed that she can uproot a dead weed with a pound of growing roots and soil attached. Our vaccum especially loves her efforts. She is extremely proud of her Whos and makes the most happy prance for them. Can't be mad at her for saying "looky what me gots!"

Not gonna say I don't look at her with a "are you serious?" expression, because, she is more than serious. We part ways after I collect the Whos.

- DM