11 months old already – wow!
Out and about on the town this weekend. Here’s a crazy long tongue picture-next time i will try to line it up between his teeth. We’d been walking for a while and then headed down to the Farmer’s market, where Kai got lots of attention. There are a lot of people and dogs there and we were walking in very close quarters. He did great! Lots of people came up to pet him and one even asked if she could take his picture. Two min-pins in a stroller went by and boy were they crazy, frantic, aggressive energy. Like Yikes! I think Kai and I were both kind of stunned by it. So proud of him!!!
Let me reflect on that pride because a couple of things I haven’t been so proud of…like Friday night he got a rotisserie chicken out of the kitchen trash and ate a good bit of it before I caught him; I worried about whether there were bones etc but he seems fine. I’m blaming that one on my husband since I was in Michael’s room sweeping up massive amounts of hair around the edges of the crate. And for those interested, I absolutely love Mr. Roboto, the amazing Roomba. Whenever he kicks the bucket due to those massive amounts of hair, he will be immediately replaced. In fact, I should start a replacement fund now so the $ could be set aside for that tragic day. He runs every day and it is *amazing* (we’ll go with that adjective) how much hair he picks up.
Being a little bad on his birthday tonight…helped himself to some leftovers off the counter and getting ready to take a 2nd look around.
When I see him in pictures, I realize he still needs to grow into his ears. These are all iPhone photos -they’re just so easy to upload and I wanted to post something tonight so expediency won out.
It’s about bedtime for Mr. Kai. He purposely steals the one ball Fergie plays with, just to torment her. She gets ugly possessive about it and he’s starting to give her some attitude back and kind of go back at her. She doesn’t seem to back down from this-I hope one day she doesn’t bite off more than she can chew and he decides he’s had enough-I break it up and away goes the ball. She is stupid-does she not know he’s a German shepherd?- and he is a brat.
As far as his new trick of opening kitchen cabinets, I haven’t decided whether to be proud he’s smart or annoyed at his big paws about to claw them up.