Two Hundred and Forty Three Paws

Dear Brothers,

Hi there humans. Guess what? In all of the past five months hullabaloo business with this virus, mama’s belly, and now you, beautiful Irving, we forgot my birthday. I don’t mean to sound, “ho-hum,” about it at all, but it’s a fact. My birthday was missed, insert sigh here.

Mama estimates that my birthday must be around April 19. So there you have it, that date has long since passed and we didn’t have a part-ay like I had anticipated that we would. Now, I did not expect too much pomp and circumstance, however, a nice iced dog biscuit with my name would have been appreciated. So I made up in my mind that my birthday gift was you Irving. I get to lick your head and your toes and they are much tastier than any other kind of treat, however, let the record hold that, I’m not one for passing up a dog treat.

Moving onto other topics at paw, the vet, being a long standing one in my life. I don’t know what it is about these humans and their obsession with bringing me to the vet. I went to the vet the other day and I knew I was going there because it was a solo ride with dada and I in the car. Let’s be honest, the only place I go alone with a human is to the vet. The humans with the blue clothes and antiseptic smells were quite friendly though. I protested upon entry and then gave in. I sat down and put my paws out, but dada helped me down the walk way and through the vet door. The people ran all these tests with beeps, pinches, and pets. I came back to dada and the only few words I paid any mind to were these: less romping around, hips, and food.

Now if I were to decipher what exactly that all means, I would sum it up as this: something with my hips hurts when I run, and I should eat more food. But this summation proved perplexing because I feel like I am on the receiving end of substantially less doggy food than normal, however I am still fed at all the regular times. I’m working on this with my canine sensibilities. I could probably count my kibbles one by one, but by the time I get my food I don’t have the will power to wait and count it out. I’ll just eat it when I feel like it and watch those big humans. They make all sorts of funny decisions. Who knows why they do the things they do?! I do know this for sure, I love you all, the big and the small. 

xo,

Kimmy

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Play time!

Two Hundred and Forty Two Posts

Dear Brothers,

Good morning tiny humans. That’s what mama calls both of you. I love all of my humans. Today we had a most delightful time on our morning walk. We were sans mama and tiny baby, but that was ok because they had to do the milking once tiny woke up. As long as I have one of you boys with me, I’m good for a walk. I get too worried to leave you both at home and I refuse to leave the yard or house without my boys. You’re my people and I’m responsible for keeping you safe. You never can tell when the big humans might go off and do something, so I have to be spot on with my protecting job. Mama types for me, sure, but really and truly, I’m in charge of safety for this crew. That’s what a lab-plott-hound does!

Sometimes I get frustrated with mama and dada because they put me to bed on my couch blanket each night, but really I’d like to ideally have access to both of your bedrooms and snooze near you. I’m not really sure what the problem with sharing dreams, night howls and ear flapping or shaking is?! In my humble opinion, we’re all dream talkers and so I just naturally join in the party and help things out with my voice as well. I especially like to make things known by expressing my annoyance of tiredness through some heavy sighs. I do this when you’re not napping during nap time Irving. Oh, oh, oh, I hear you talking Leo! Time to go get you up buddy!

xo,

Kimmy

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“Mom why am I sitting here?!”

Two Hundred and Forty One Paws

Dear Brothers,

Yesterday was another scorcher of a day. We took a walk as a triad before you woke back up lil’ dude. Sometimes you sleep in baby brother. Other days you wake up during our walk time. I love taking you both outside and walking super proudly because I have both of my brothers on either side of me. When we walk by neighbors of the two or four footed kind I wag my tail, I hold my head up high and strut, just a little bit. I have a bit of a bounce to my step because I’m so happy to be outside, in the sunshine, with my pack.

I’m the leader of our pack, obviously, being the only sure footed creature of the bunch, but I like to pretend that you two are my puppies and that I instill my sure footed wisdom into you daily. For example, when you come and give me kind pets, hugs, and kisses Leo, I know that you’ve been listening to my doggy requests for kind touches. Irving, you are working on recognizing me, I understand this to be a novel concept for one so young of age. I must go off and trot with daddy and you Leo for our morning jaunt. I’ll be back to pick you up soon Irving. 

xo, 

Kimmy

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Paws, boots, and dirty windows: happiness on the patio or shall I say, “Pat-poh?!”

Two Hundred and Forty Paws

Dear Irving,

Hi there little one. Today I really rallied for you buddy. You were making all sorts of sounds and had lots to say during your later morning sleep session. So this is what I did: I went over to momma and I booped her. Then I walked to her side and I told her that it was time for her to do the momma thing with the milk. I kept standing next to her, but she didn’t get the hint, so I laid down next to her and refused to go outside to do my business until the humans figured it out.

Like I told you, I was rallying for you little guy! Then you fell back asleep and had some more dreams. Both you and your brother do that a lot. To be honest though, I nap frequently as well. You could say that dogs, babies, and toddlers are similar. For one thing, we all spend a lot of time sleeping, eating, and pooping, for another thing, we spend a lot of time on the floor: crawling, walking, and playing around. I’m a very patient sister though, and I don’t bother you when you are on the floor. I learned when Leo was small to not bother the baby when they’re on the mat doing the tummy time business. I will occasionally give you some toe kisses as encouragement though. Speaking of toes, I gotta go lick mine, or I guess mine are called paws though, right? Love you little brother. 

xo,

Kimmy

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Feeling those fall season vibes, cuddle up on the blanket and couch time!

Two Hundred and Thirty Nine Paws

Dear Leo,

Hi there. I have a quick question for you little dude. Do you know why it is so hot outside right now? I don’t mean to harp on the weather and temperature topic so much, but this is a pressing issue for my paws. No pun intended. Or would that be paw intended? Never the less, it bothers my paws when it is so hot, even first thing in the morning! It’s as if we’re living in an oven.

So I have decided that from now I will use the toilet for all potty needs. I’m not quite sure how any of that works. So, do you know how to use the potty for these basic things? I have heard you listening to this button potty book a lot, something with a character named Elmo? He talks a lot about flushing, washing, wiping, opening the door, his baby doll David, and potty-ing. To be quite honest, I do not remember being taught any of this in my puppyhood. I do recall being booted outside to do my business every thirty minutes. I liked that though! I sniffed, and sniffed, walked around and around and sniffed some more! Sometimes I even sniffed the air to check to see if any new scent currents were headed my way.

Truly, the deal is, if I don’t want to go outside because it is so warm, please don’t tell momma and dada on me, ok? I promise not to sniff your bottom when you have business in there anymore… or at least I will try. Alrighty then, let’s shake paws and be done with this potty talk for a while. I’m sure it will come up again soon. 

Love you,

Kimmy-dog-the-bff

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Time to side lie on the carpet for nap #3.

Two Hundred and Thirty Eight Paws

Dear Brothers,

Today was an early one. I heard you waking up at 4:40 lil’ IRB.  Who knew I’d grow to love dawn rise times. Mama didn’t let me snooze on the bed while you fell asleep lil’ guy. I think that must be the reason why you didn’t fall asleep right away. My doggy powers work wonders on tiny humans.

Later, once you were in snooze town, we were all downstairs and the parents went to let me outside and discovered that my belly was upset in the night time. Admittedly, I ate some grass. It’s what happens when I do that. I was so excited to hear the neighbors outside by the fence and I thought just a little grass nibble would do me some good. Alas, that wasn’t the case. The foliage stayed with me all day and all night until it didn’t. I don’t mean to get sick, it just happens.

After some clean up, outside time, and breakfast, I’m now exhausted. I decided I would lie down on the floor near mama while she did some downward dog and exercises. She needs a coach near her to keep her on track, so I’m it. Well, I am until I fall asleep, which is where I am at right now. You might be wondering how she gets my thinking down in my letter, well that’s easy, we communicate telepathically and she logs it all here. It’s a pretty swell system. This system is finely tuned and honed by days of practice. I love you little humans. 

xo,

Kimmy

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Cuddle movie time.

Two Hundred and Thirty Seven Paws

Dear Brothers,

Ok little guys, let’s have a chat. I would like to clarify the napping hours. When we lay down for a nap, this is serious sleep time business. I don’t want to hear any of this shouting, hollering, or crying. We’re all safe. We’re all sound. We’re all tired. Did I make myself clear? That felt good. I got my thoughts off of my chest, but it felt a bit direct, that’s ok though.

I know you can both handle it, and it’s the truth. I feel best when I get my full nap times in. I take anywhere between 10 and 15 naps daily, so let’s all start with the above. Repeat after me, “Kimmy is sleepy, it is time for a nap, Kimmy is here, have no fear, time for dreams, come on sleeps!” How does that sound to you both? Zzzzz. Wait a minute, you’re both sleeping? I missed the memo. Better get into dream time! 

xo, 

Kimmy

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Quick kiss!

Two Hundred and Thirty Six Paws

Dear Leo,

Hi lil’ dude. How was your nap buddy? You were doing some major chatting during the start of your nap. I was trying to decipher what you were saying, in case you wanted to tell me something important. Momma and daddy wouldn’t let me go in your room though. I tried buddy, I really did. When you got up from your nap, well, we had quite a time in the back yard!

The last few days have felt super warm. It reminds me of California days as a tiny puppy, but better, because you see, I’m here with you! You helped water the plants over and over again. You enjoyed scooping buckets of water from your pool into the plant boxes. Then you gave some water to me, which in theory was pretty kind, but in reality, just made me rather wet. I thank you though for your attempt to be so generous with hydration. I love you lil’ guy,

xo,

Kimmy

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Nursing pals.

Two Hundred and Thirty Five Paws

Dear Irving,

Hello tiny baby. You are my new nap buddy. We nap together puppy brother. You make some really big noises though, I have to admit, sometimes I get a little bit grumpy about them too. I thought that I was a noisy sleeper, but it turns out that you can make more squeaks and grumbles then I am capable of. Ha! So I just join you and together we make a mini chorus of grumbles and grunts. Mine are a little bit more from the lower registry than yours. You’re still a pretty high tenor of squeaks and mumbles.

I like to look at you in your bassinet as you slumber. You’re a small little glow worm baby. That’s what mama calls you. I guess there was a toy or stuffed animal when she was little that she liked a lot. You and your brother, remind her of the glow worm stuffed animals. I’m not sure what she’s talking about but it sounds fairly cute. I just know that I need to sleep near you and keep you company because sharing loving dreams is essential for our sleep time. So slumber on sweet boy! 

xo,

Kimmy

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Quiet protector.

Two Hundred and Thirty Four Paws

Dear Brothers,

Sometimes things happen that startle me, you, and our family. Yesterday, while on a walk with mama, Irving and mama tripped. Mama is like a brave bear and she hurt her knee and elbow taking the fall and protecting the baby. Little brother was fine. He was snoozing of course and woke up with a start. There were some very kind and patient neighbors that came over to see if we were all ok.

They held my leash, took us into their backyard, and then took us home. I was really hyper and not sure about the situation so I wiggled out of my harness but I stayed there. I wouldn’t leave you or mama, ever. The whole experience really upset mama, a lot. She said the word grateful a lot, and thank you to the neighbors, so I knew that they were ok humans.

When accidents happen, I try to be by your side and wait. So, I stayed with mama and you the rest of the day and we nursed a lot, rested in the house, and now I’m waiting patiently until we get up, tiny one. You sleep a lot, but you also started to watch me a tiny bit yesterday. That was probably because I was on your level of the ground and you were in your little baby chair that buzzes. You saw me and tracked as I walked by. Then I turned and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. You tasted like my delicious sweet baby brother. Keep staying little Irving. I love you both so much puppy brothers!

xo,

Kimmy

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Quiet morning moments.