Re: Kona's Diary [Hawthorne James Watson] Now at Month 15
Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 2:27 pm
Kona's Diary - Now at Month 15
Wow! Another whole month? OK. Slow down, pant a little, now circle three times and lie down. OK.
So much going on.
It started out when I was walking with Mark along the park land behind our kennel. Almost out of nowhere, two squirrels were chasing each other in front of us. One of the squirrels sure seemed eager to get at the other one, Mark says it because they were trying to make more squirrels. The girl squirrel ran up the tree behind us, but the boy squirrel stopped in its tracks right in front of me. When I play bowed to it, it ran right at me, as if were going for my muzzle. I wasn’t going to have any of that, and I grabbed it. It let out this really high pitched squeak. I found out I broke it, since it didn’t move anymore. Mark was really upset with me, because I didn’t want to let the broken squirrel go. After all, he ran at me first. I thought it would be fun to play with a squirrel, but it wasn’t at all.
The weather’s been crazy – first cold and rainy, now hot and wet, what Mark calls “muggy” I don’t know what a muggy is, but I don’t think I like it very much. The other day we went for our walk in the middle of the day. Well, we do every day, but this one was a little different. That’s one of my favorite walks, that’s our “smell walk” where Mark loosens my leash for a while, and I can go explore all the smells along the path by the pond. It was so hot and the air was so wet that I sat down and just wouldn’t go any further. Then Mark led us down by the creek, where we could cool off. The water was cool and good. I walked in up to my shoulders, but no more – I still don’t want to do that “swim” thing.
Max and I took a long ride in his owner’s car to go to another one of those “dog shows.” There were a lot of strange dogs there, including one that had almost no fur at all – it was purple and had only a crest of white hair. Strangest dog I’ve ever seen. There was a really cool looking girl husky that both Max and I liked. She had silver fur with a really white mask and tail. We slept in that same funny hotel place we stayed in last time. I think the word “hotel” means really stinky kennel. That same odd flower kind of smell was so heavy I was almost sick. This time Max and I shared the ribbon things, and I was proud of our pack, since we did really well, and Max did even better than I did. Some of the people called judges weren’t very nice, and one of them kept trying to pry my mouth open – nothing doing. And one got a little too friendly, touching me in a way I just don’t like. I snarled at him. So there.
Back at home, Mark is trying to teach me to “walk properly” he says. I know how to walk, but he has this funny idea that I should stay on his left and be close to his leg. I’m OK with it for the most part, but sometimes it’s just really boring.
We did have fun at the park though, one afternoon Max and I and Mark went together. It was fun being with my brother and trotting around the park. And we got to play with a lot of other dogs. That was fun.
I’m finding that I’m not as hungry as I was just a little while ago. I’m down to five cups of kibble, two cans of wet food, and a helping of chicken or beef a day. I just wish Max would eat more – I sometimes worry about him, but he is showing more of an appetite.
Gotta say goodbye now = I’m going to have a nap and dream of beef thigh bones. Yum!
Kona
Wow! Another whole month? OK. Slow down, pant a little, now circle three times and lie down. OK.
So much going on.
It started out when I was walking with Mark along the park land behind our kennel. Almost out of nowhere, two squirrels were chasing each other in front of us. One of the squirrels sure seemed eager to get at the other one, Mark says it because they were trying to make more squirrels. The girl squirrel ran up the tree behind us, but the boy squirrel stopped in its tracks right in front of me. When I play bowed to it, it ran right at me, as if were going for my muzzle. I wasn’t going to have any of that, and I grabbed it. It let out this really high pitched squeak. I found out I broke it, since it didn’t move anymore. Mark was really upset with me, because I didn’t want to let the broken squirrel go. After all, he ran at me first. I thought it would be fun to play with a squirrel, but it wasn’t at all.
The weather’s been crazy – first cold and rainy, now hot and wet, what Mark calls “muggy” I don’t know what a muggy is, but I don’t think I like it very much. The other day we went for our walk in the middle of the day. Well, we do every day, but this one was a little different. That’s one of my favorite walks, that’s our “smell walk” where Mark loosens my leash for a while, and I can go explore all the smells along the path by the pond. It was so hot and the air was so wet that I sat down and just wouldn’t go any further. Then Mark led us down by the creek, where we could cool off. The water was cool and good. I walked in up to my shoulders, but no more – I still don’t want to do that “swim” thing.
Max and I took a long ride in his owner’s car to go to another one of those “dog shows.” There were a lot of strange dogs there, including one that had almost no fur at all – it was purple and had only a crest of white hair. Strangest dog I’ve ever seen. There was a really cool looking girl husky that both Max and I liked. She had silver fur with a really white mask and tail. We slept in that same funny hotel place we stayed in last time. I think the word “hotel” means really stinky kennel. That same odd flower kind of smell was so heavy I was almost sick. This time Max and I shared the ribbon things, and I was proud of our pack, since we did really well, and Max did even better than I did. Some of the people called judges weren’t very nice, and one of them kept trying to pry my mouth open – nothing doing. And one got a little too friendly, touching me in a way I just don’t like. I snarled at him. So there.
Back at home, Mark is trying to teach me to “walk properly” he says. I know how to walk, but he has this funny idea that I should stay on his left and be close to his leg. I’m OK with it for the most part, but sometimes it’s just really boring.
We did have fun at the park though, one afternoon Max and I and Mark went together. It was fun being with my brother and trotting around the park. And we got to play with a lot of other dogs. That was fun.
I’m finding that I’m not as hungry as I was just a little while ago. I’m down to five cups of kibble, two cans of wet food, and a helping of chicken or beef a day. I just wish Max would eat more – I sometimes worry about him, but he is showing more of an appetite.
Gotta say goodbye now = I’m going to have a nap and dream of beef thigh bones. Yum!
Kona