Pawsitively Kimmy

Two Hundred and Forty Eight Paws

Dear Leo,

Hi there lil’ dude. Did you know that the expression, “lil’ dude,” is what we have been referring to you by for the last two and a half years? Well, actually now that I use my doggy calculations, we’ve been using that phrase for longer than that! When you were a tiny bean in mommy’s belly, that was what the big humans called you. I knew you were growing before momma did, so technically that gives me doggy dibs on you being my puppy first. Well, hmmm, does it? Never the less, your special name has stuck for quite some time.

Your brother’s special name on the other hand, was given by you! You have been calling him, “baby I,” for the last nine months. He’ll be three months old during the next paw month and I can hardly believe it. Again, I knew he was growing before anyone else. I have a special sniffer and it can whiff out information in a moment’s notice if I let it. That’s why I sniff before I look, before I step, or sit for that matter. As I have told you before, sniffing is a crucial part of a dog’s way of life. You’re still working on your sniffer. I have seen you utilizing it to the best of your paw and human capabilities.

For example, you sniff all the flowers, the rocks, and the air. That’s a good start brother, but watch my lead when we go to the beach today. It’s essential that you reach for the smell currents up in the air. That’s why I point my nose up, lean into the scents and go, go, go! There are so many that hit you all at once, it’s almost overwhelming. But, as you know quite well, I keep my wits about me because, I’m in charge.

xo,

Kimmy

Two Hundred and Forty Seven Paws

Dear Irving,

Hello small one. I would like to discuss the matter of the spit up. Now, the other evening I was laying on the floor, minding my own business and relaxing post milking. Mama was wandering around with you on her shoulder doing the pat, shoosh, rock business and all of a sudden a massive stream of milks ventured from your mouth. They landed extremely close to my paw. That’s not ok lil’ dude. Thus, the letter and chat that we’re having right now.

Let’s get something straight, there is no puking on the Kimmy dog. I’m the puker, not the babies. Ok, now that I have made that clear I will say that admittedly I cleaned up your mess, or I almost did but mama shooed me away. However rude it might seem, she did have a valid point although I don’t like to admit it. We cleaned the carpet up, you fell asleep, and then so did I until the last feeding that is. I have now taken to laying down on my chair with my fuzzy green blanket before settling in for my long night time sleep.

Sometimes I can hear you talking upstairs before and after your last milking, but I know that the mama has it covered so I don’t worry too much. Every now and then I will come upstairs to check on you, but I perform a lot of heavy sighs, breathing, snoring, and howl/barking in my sleep so I’m told to snooze downstairs for the time being. No one wants to wake you up when you’re sleeping little one. Speaking of sleep, I’m doing just that. It’s called a mid-day wink session.

xo,

Kimmy

Two Hundred and Forty Six Paws

Dear Brothers,

Guess what? We went on a super long car ride today, and we were all together in the covered wagon car, aka Auntie Alisinni’s car. I rode in-between both of you to make sure we were all safe and sound. Irving seemed to like my panting rhythm and fell asleep quite nicely to the sound. Later on during our drive we sang some song called, “Happy.” Mama turned the pages of the book that goes with the song and Irving and I listened along the way.

I rested my chin on your car seat Irving, and had a quick lay down rest. Once we got to the ocean though, I could smell the salt in the air. One of my favorite things about the beach is that it is one humongous sand box. I can run free and chase all of the things. If I can recall correctly, Leo buried me in the sand during one trip in the past. However funny that may seem, I’m not about to pursue that venture again. The sand can stay in the giant litter box. I don’t need to trek any of it home with me. That’s a cat’s job and I for one, am not a cat, I am a dog. On that note, I must venture and do all the dog things that include lounging about in the sunny spots and napping.

xo,

Kimmy

Let us glare and wait until we get our way together!

Two Hundred and Forty Five Paws

Dear Brothers,

Do you ever wonder where the sunshine goes? Sometimes I wonder that during the night time. I also wonder why we can’t all just lay on the blankets and cuddle all night… although, I have a sneaking suspicion that it has something to do with how I like to stretch my legs out in my sleep. I like to wiggle closer to mama and dada when they are sleeping on the bed and I join them. I stretch my legs WAY out and then wiggle until I get comfortable. I don’t think I could fit inside of your bed Leo and definitely not in Irving’s sleep space, but none the less, a dog can dream. Maybe once you’re all big boys we can have big sleep over parties and cuddle in your bed with blankets.

Right now I’m laying close to mama because she needs my doggy vibes sent to her in order to write this bloggy letter correctly. I tell you, it’s challenging work to be a dog. My job is never done, not even in my sleep! If I hear you talking Irving, I jump right up and run upstairs to be near you and to help you sleep well.

Although, the big humans have taken to having me sleep downstairs on my blanket chair and to stay downstairs during the early early morning sleep time too. I don’t mind it too much, but I do have to say, I miss their bed and sending my dream currents to you two boys more directly. Something about being downstairs interrupts the dream current process. That’s why I sneak upstairs and lay in the hallway so then I can send both of you our dream pathway at the same time! Shh, don’t let the big humans know too much. I’ll see you soon.

xo,

Kimmy

Quiet and peaceful moments on the doggy bed.

Two Hundred and Forty Four Paws

Dear Brothers,

Where did you go? I can’t believe that dada put you into the car without mama and I. I am very unsure about what is happening right now. We’re either all together as a family of five or I am alone taking a nap-o at home. I’m not quite sure the reasoning, but it’s strange never the less.

On the other paw, mama is eating her foods at the table. Now, this would ordinarily be inconsequential business, but she did something odd. She sat down to eat her food and is typing what I tell her to do. I was standing as close to her as possible and sniffing to check to see what food was on the plate and she told me the most astonishing thing. She said, “Kimmy, please go lay down or by the window…” I just don’t think she understands how dogs function. All I can focus on is the food smells and the wonderment of the scents. My nose has taken over the moment and there is nothing else that I can do about it until the moment is broken.

Ah hah! There it is, my epiphany: she doesn’t want to share her food, silly mama. I guess it might also be because she is experiencing her first solo meal sans brothers, sans dada, and sans any sound machine noise from the monitors. I can’t really blame her. I still wander around her and the table, giving it a wide birth so that I can check on the smells of the food that is vanishing. I’ll let you know if there’s anything good that is left little ones. I know that you love all things bread-bread Leo, and well Irving, you’re on a straight milk diet so, there’s that.

xoxo,

Kimmy

Quiet moments in the evening for the guardian dog.

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

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

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

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

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