A Hunter Is Born
We took advantage of the warmish weather on Sunday and took Kenji to the park. And he loved every second of it. He ran in the open fields, and it was obvious that this is where nature intended him to be. Since he’s a born hunter, he can never be off the leash. When he’s outside his name recognition is 0% - and he is oblivious to everything around him. I don’t know if it’s...
The Maltese Mauler
Aside from a blossoming biting problem, Kenji is a pretty good pup. He starts general obedience class in mid-January, and I was on the fence on whether or not it would be worth the $200. A visit last night from cousin Casper, a nine-year-old Maltese, confirmed that I made the right decision. Based on his reaction towards anything that moves outside, we were unsure how Kenji would react to having...
The Glass Door
The sight of a cat passing by was enough to make Kenji forget about the sliding glass doors. CRASH! He only took three steps forward, but he was already moving at full speed. This happened last week. Today, Kenji and I were playing with a towel (his favorite toy!), and the little Red Devil turned and ran — straight into the leg of a heavy wood coffee table. The poor guy was temporarily...
finally, a reason not to dread the snow
It is so rare to witness pure joy. That’s why when you get the chance, you better hold on for as long as the wave will let you. I see this joy when Kenji plays in the snow. I almost feel guilty keeping him inside!
kenji rule #1: if kenji’s not in his crate, nothing can be inside his crate.
After getting neutered it is important that Kenji take it easy for seven days. We started having trouble with him after seven minutes! The little contortionist is obsessed with trying to lick the wound, so much so, that he found a way to scrape the cone around his head on the incision. That led to some drops of blood and another trip to the vet. I’m running on fumes. And Kenji earned...
One Mouth Is Enough
Dear Kenji, You might not have noticed, but you only have one mouth. I know this pains you everytime you’re forced to choose which toy to grab out of your crate. Or when there are two hands or two ankles to nip at, but this is the way you were created. If I had one wish for you, it would be for a second mouth. But my hunch is that you would greedily start wishing for a third. So enjoy...
Mr. K will be getting neutered next Monday. Please wish him luck! There are too many horror stories out there aboout things going wrong during this routine procedure.