Not Fair!

Hey Everydoggy!

I found some pictures on Mom's camera that made me feel a bit neglected. As I said a couple of weeks ago on Single Sunday, I used to get to go fishing with mom and dad. Well, look who gets to go now...

I think Mom took this picture just for me...When confronted about this little excursion, Mom explained why I did not get to go along. They figured a 3-year old would have a really short attention span and they would be home in 15 minutes. Well, it turns out, the little biped has an amazing and phenomenal attention span. They were there almost an hour and she was still fishing and into it. The fish were hardly biting and they didn't catch anything for me to lick anyway. So, I guess I didn't really miss anything.

Maybe next time I will get to go along on the fishing trip!

Woo woo, Kelsey Ann

Girly Boy Revisited!

Hey Everydoggy!

I can hardly contain my laughter. This was the awesome handiwork of my very smart, intelligent little biped.....Need I say more????

Woo woo, Kelsey Ann

Single Sunday - My Buddy, Hennessy

Hey Everydoggy!

Mom's best friend (Hennessy's Mom) since the 10th grade owns a house that is about 3 blocks away from the townhouse where Mom, Dad and I lived during the single days. Back then, there was no Sky, no Canyon and no little biped. Hennessy was a single dog too. He did live with a cat(food) or two. Whenever we would go for walks, we would always stop to see Hennessy and his Mom and Dad. He and I would play some, but neither of us has ever been extremely playful. Now, we're both slow seniors. He can still hear and get around better than me. His current fur-siblings are Bourbon, GSD-lab mix; Drambouie, poma-poo; Chivas, cat(food); and Kahlua, cat(food). We don't often get to visit with each other these days because he lives about 10 miles away and with so many dogs between his humans and mine, its hard to get all the dogs together. I am very excited he is staying with us this week again.
This is Hennessy when he was a puppy. My Dad didn't even know him then. When he did meet my dad, dad instantly became one of his favorite people in the whole wide world. Hennessy flips out everytime he gets to see dad.
Here's Hennessy rocking out to a Prince song on Dec. 31, 1999 (SMS members, here's your earworm for the day!!!)

This is the two of us hanging out together while our humans were hanging out. This was in June of 2001, about 5 months after I met Hennessy. If you look really close you can see I am sharing one of my bones with him.

Woo woo, Kelsey Ann

He's Back!

Hey Everydoggy!

Look who's back!


You got it! HENNESSY! My buddy is back with us for the week. His mom and new dad are going on vacation to the Dominica Republic and Hennessy got the honor of staying with the Kapp Pack for the week!

Woo woo, Kelsey Ann

Pee ess: Stay tuned for a very special Single Sunday post tomorrow!

Husky Rendevous

Hey Pups!

It took a lot of clawing for me to get Mom to get this posted. But, she finally decided she would sit down and do it for me. Saturday night, Khyra came to visit. I thought I would get to be her new boyfriend, but she took to Canyon more. We had a great time playing. Khrya was very excited to get to play outside in our fenced dogyard because she doesn't have a fence at home. She only gets to go out on leashes or tie-outs.


Khrya's Mom brought lots of presents. Mom got adult grape juice; Dad got a six-pack of a beer called Siberian Nights, woo-woo!; the little biped got presents for her birthday including candy, several stuffed animals, some princess stickers, and dinosaur bath toys; we got some toys and treats; and there were even several prizes for us to give out during the Blogathon. She also brought a purse that the AO4's Mom made for the Mapaw Ebay auction that she won. Inside the purse was a bag of fur from the AO4 to sniff. Thanks, Khyra and Khyra's Mom.


All the bipeds ate dinner together. Mom made spaghetti and brownies and Khyra's Mom brought bread and a ladybug cookie for the little biped. We didn't get any spaghetti, but we did get treats.


Here's pictures of our visit.

Canyon and Khrya getting to know each other

Khyra and Kelsey Ann meet...

The little biped looking at a present

Getting treats - Notice the Little Biped's Hike N Howl T-shirt with the design that Meeshka drew (front-Khyra, side-Sky, back-Canyon)

Khyra takes treats very gently....

Me checking out the bag of fur from the AO4

Here's two videos from our visit!

I think we made Khyra's day!

Kisses, Sky

A Celebration

Today's post is a bit of an extension from Single Sunday...

I know I said I would only talk about back in the day on Sundays, but I felt this needed to be posted today. Seven years ago today, I got left with a dog-sitter for the first time. I wasn't quite sure what was going on. Here's the story of the events leading up to Saturday, May 19, 2001...

A few days before Mom and Dad had some visitors come from out of town to stay for a few days. They came all the way from Chicago. Dad had been living there for a few years before they got me, and had some friends who lived in the far away land of Illinois. The guests slept on the futon in the spare bedroom at the townhouse where we used to live. They were alright because they smelled like a mixed-breed dog named Chewey. On Friday night, Dad went to Hennessy's house. He didn't come home that night and I didn't see him again until very late on Saturday. I was very concerned because I hadn't spent a night without both Mom and Dad since I had come from Ma and Paw's house to live with them.

In the morning, our visitors got dressed up in a tuxedo and very nice dress. A lot of other women (Hennessy's Mom, my Aunt, the little biped's future godmother, Mom's cousin, and a bunch others) came to the house and they all put on sage green dresses. They worked on each other's hair and makeup and helped Mom get all pretty too. Mom had a bee-woo-tiful white dress on and pearls and diamonds. Then everyone left. The visitors from Chicago didn't come back that night; they spent the night at a hotel.

Very late that night, Mom and Dad came home. Mom still had her white dress and Dad was wearing a tuxedo too. Someone had put soap, balloons, and streamers all over Dad's car. They spent about an hour unloading presents and went to then went to bed. Very early the next morning, they put me in my crate and left with a bunch of suitcases. Later that morning, one of the ladies who wore the pretty green dress came and spent the rest of the week with me before Mom and Dad came home. They were very tan and had lots of pictures to show me of their cruise in the Caribbean. They went to Puerto Rico, St. Thomas, Antigua, Guadalupe and Aruba.

HAPPY 7th ANNIVERSARY, MOM AND DAD, FROM KELSEY ANN, SKY AND CANYON!!!!

Single Sunday - Miss Popularity

Wow, a week goes by so fast.....

It's time for Single Sunday once again. Today I would show my photogenic, contest winning pictures.

The first contest was one held by our local humane society. They had to submit my picture and it was displayed at our mall for a week. The doggy who had collected the most money by the end of the week won a prize.

Here's my submission....

Well, you guessed it! I won! I won a personal photo shoot with a well-known, excellent photographer in our area. I had lots of fun on my photo shoot and mom and dad were so proud of me. I would share my photo from that but unfortunately it's copyrighted and mom doesn't want to get into any trouble for that!

The other contest I won I am also very proud of.....but let's be clear on one thing...I am proud of winning but not proud of the photo that accomplished the win...

This was a Howliday photo contest for MaPaw. I had three photos in the contest. All of my entries are on page 4: Lunch Break, Cuddle Puppies, and Carnivorous Reindeer. I won that contest by a landslide and I got a custom quilted pillow as a prize. The pillow included all of my photo submissions for the contest. I was VERY surprised to find some of my blogging sibe friends in the contest....you'll see members of the AO4 and also members of your future president Turbo's pack.

Here's my prize winning photo....Some of you may have seen this photo before with my HULA application to Meeshka...

Until next time, woo woo, Kelsey Ann

Pee ess: Pics and video from our visit with Khyra to follow in a day or two!

Jealous Anypup???

Hey Pups!

It's me, Sky boy! I have a secret to tell.....I'm going to get to me Steve and Summi's girlfriend on Saturday. Boys, I don't think she'll have time for woo after she meets me!

Here's Miss Khyra...

Here's her new boyfriend.....ME!Oh, I almost forgot....Happy Birthday to my Mom!

Kisses, Sky boy

U-TEE-EYE and Taste Test

Hey Everydoggy,

I think I was jinxed by my visit to the V-E-T last week. On Wednesday I started having accidents in the house and it took dad until Saturday to call mom in Florida to find out what to do.....duh.....FIX ME! Well, mom talked to Dr. Horst on Sunday and he said to bring a pee sample in on Monday morning. Um, that ought to be interesting.....

Flash forward to Monday morning, Dad takes us outside and as I'm just starting to pee he sticks this bowl under my butt.....I gave him a "What the he** are you doing?" look. When mom came home last night she let me out of my crate. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you all, they've been crating me because they don't want me peeing all over their precious floor. They've taken all my beds away too! Mom then told me Dr. Horst said I have a U-TEE-EYE and could take some pills for it.

Last night I made it through sleeping without having any accidents. Medicine must be working already! I even slept in and didn't bother mom to let me out until she was done with her shower and ready to go to work. I'm usually bugging her as soon as the alarm clock goes off!

The really bad part of all of this is what happened Sunday afternoon after dad brought mom and the little biped home from the airport. I peed in the crate and dad said I stank so this was the scene in the front yard.....HOW HUMILIATING!

Now onto happier news....MayaMarie's mom has been talking about starting a doggy biscuit bakery business and we got to be some of the official taste testers. There were three kinds for us to try: Pumpkin Oat, Banana blueberry, and Three Cheese. All of them were very yummy....and we took turns while the little biped fed us....

Wait your turn, Sky! Please, Please let me have some more!


Hugs and yummy biscuits!!! Who could want more?????

Woo woo, Kelsey Ann

Single Sunday - First Thunderstorm

As many of you know, I have a problem with thunderstorms (or at least I used to - they're not a big deal anymore since I can't hear very much). Mom and Dad knew when they got me that I was very submissive, but they had no idea that during a thunderstorm, I would hide wherever I could find.

Ma and Paw had worked very hard with me to get me used to people before I was available to be adopted. They had me in their care for many months, but had never realized that thunderstorms scared me. They're so loud, how can anydog not be scared. Well, Mom and Dad had me about 3 months before the first thunderstorm came around. It took them about half an hour to figure out why I was trying to hide behind the TV. Once they realized that I had a problem with thunderstorms, they started to put me in closets during the thunderstorms. The closet routine continued every summer on at least a weekly basis for five years. Last summer, I started not hearing as well and I no longer needed the closet.


Woo woo, Kelsey Ann

Another trip with Dad

Dad put me in the car a couple hours ago. Oh no, here we go again! Despite this, I was feeling pretty good today, so instead of riding on the floor in the back seat, I managed to climb up onto the seat. Dad noticed, and put the window down for me. Nothing better then riding in the car with the window down... I noticed we were heading down the road towards the V-E-T's office!!! Sure enough Dad pulled in.

When we got there, Dad had to park on the lawn because there were so many cars. What the heck is going on, I wondered. We walked over to the side of the building where the doggy potty is and there was a clown doing balloon animals with the V-E-T, face painting, some representatives from the Humane Society and some vendors. Then I saw why we were there. FOOOOD!!!! Dad got two hot dogs, a brownie, a rice crispy treat, fruit punch and some potato chips. He gave me one of the hot dogs. I ate the whole thing with sauerkraut, ketchup, mustard and the bun too. I think Dad was planning on giving me a few bites, but I took the whole thing - almost got his fingers too. He-he-he, watch out, Dad. It was really good. I got to meet a little dog with funny teeth and a funny nose, a little black dog with curly hair and a very big dog. Dad said they were a shih tzu, a poodle, and a mastiff. I didn't like the little dogs because they tried to jump on my head. There were kids there who pet me too.

Next, we went inside. There were several kittens available for adoption from the Humane Society. A table with a bunch of freebies that the V-E-T's wife was giving out. Dad got a toy for Canyon and Sky, and a surgery mask with a dog face on it for the Little Biped (don't tell her, it's a surprise for tomorrow when she comes home from Florida). I told him I didn't need anything since I got a hot dog. The nasty technician from Tuesday's visit took Dad and I (and some other bipeds) on a tour through the back area. We got to see the pharmacy, the lab (not the kind like Sophie, where they do blood tests and stuff), the surgical room, the V-E-T's office, and the kennels. I was a little nervous the whole time, but that's all we did. No one stuck any needles in me, or anything in my bumhole. Not too bad.

Thanks for the fun excursion, Dad.

Finally, since tomorrow's single Sunday - here's an early shout-out to all the Mom's of the world. Happy Mother's Day.

Woo-woo, Kelsey Ann.

V-E-T; bloodwork

Mom and the little biped are away to DisneyWorld (the trip was a birthday present to the Little Biped and Mommy's Day/Birthday present for Mom since her birthday is next week). So Dad's been taking care of us. I've been clawing at him for two days to get this written. Some work he's doing in taking care of us...

He thinks taking care of us is a visit to the V-E-T. Mom never does that when Dad's away on his business trips. But, Dad took me. The boys got to stay home. Here I think that I'm getting a special treat by going for a ride in the car, but NOOOOOOOOO - the V-E-T!!!

It started out OK with getting my weight checked. Then I go back to the exam room and that's when it got ugly. The technician stuck something in my bumhole. It was cold and I DID NOT LIKE THAT! Nosir, notforme! Then she left me and Dad alone. The V-E-T came in after a little wait. He's nice and I like him because he gives me medicine that makes my joints hurt less. I didn't know why I was there because I had a hard time hearing him and Dad. They watched me walk around some. Then Dad starts to show him my foot. It's been hurting some and I've been limping so one of my toenails wasn't wearing like the rest. I don't know why it hurts, but I suppose the V-E-T was trying to figure that out. He did trim my toenail and it bled like mad. Next, I got a bandaid wrapped around my foot.

(Dad here, the vet told me that it might just be a lump, but it could also be a bone cyst or tumor. We're going to keep an eye on it for a few weeks and if it changes, Kelsey's going back in for x-rays).

Kelsey here again... well now that Dad wrote what that, I know why the V-E-T was looking at my foot. I hope it's nothing. Then he got me up on the table and started to slip something like a large rubber band over my leg. This might have been OK. But then --- UH-OH! NEEDLE! Nosir, notforme! So, I bit Dad in the arm. Next thing I know, I've got a muzzle on and that nasty technician who stuck something in my bumhole is back. So, I did what any self-respecting lady would do. I tried to jump off the table to run away. It was tough with Dad and the technician holding me. The V-E-T stuck another needle in my other leg because he didn't get any blood the first time. No luck there either, so a third needle went in my neck...

I was not happy. I was starting to feel pretty bad too with three needle sticks, a bleeding toenail, and a sore bumhole. The V-E-T lowered the table and I jumped off, slipped on the vinyl floor, and fell down. Dad ended up having to carry me to the car because I was too sore to walk. He gave me a tramadol when we got home and I had to yell at Canyon several times because he wouldn't leave me alone. Later that night, the phone rang. I read the text message Dad sent to Mom and the bloodwork that the V-E-T did was all OK which means I don't have to switch off the rimadyl.

Well, its two days later and I feel better today. No more field trips with Dad. Thank woo very much for letting me stay home, Dad.

Woo-woo, Kelsey Ann

Baby Birds

Hey Everydoggy!

I had to leave this subject alone on Sunday because of Single Sunday, so I saved it for today...

On Sunday afternoon, Dad took us downstairs (that's where the door is to our dog yard) to let us out. He opened the door and we ran out because we we were so excited to get out for some time in the sun. Sky and I ran up the stairs, but Canyon hesitated for a moment. He saw something...

You may remember that we've had a problem with little animals getting inside through the basement door in the past. This time, it wasn't it a shrew... It was a baby House Sparrow. We have lots of House Sparrows around because of all the bird houses Dad has outside the dining room window. Last week, Dad and the little biped met Ranger Eric at the National Zoo in Washington DC and learned that House Sparrows steal bird houses from other species. Despite this, Dad determined that he had to help the little baby and picked up the phone at the office desk to call Mom. "Bring a broom, honey." He chased the little bird through the family room and got it to the stairs. Then, he got a piece of paper for it to hop onto and helped it up each step until it got to the top and he could let it outside.

Here's Dad helping the little thing up the stairs.
I know it's hard to see, but there's a little black spot in the center. That's the baby bird outside.

The other bird news happened early this weekend. You might recall my hankering for some duck breast. This was brought on by the mallard that was nesting in the bushes outside our front bushes. She's been running out from under the bushes and flying away everytime the bipeds went outside to the cars. Recently, they noticed she was no longer running away. They thought maybe she had her babies and had moved on with life until next year, so Mom decided to check under the bush and found that Mama Duck was still there. As it turns out, she only just laid her eggs, so she's spending all of her time keeping them warm. We're very excited for a few more new babies on our block and looking forward to Mama Duck having success with the eggs to see if there will be some chicks outside the window. Here's a picture of Mama Duck...

Let's hope that she's as successful as Mama House Sparrow.

Woo woo, Kelsey Ann

Single Sunday - Fishing with Pop!

Well, yesterday was the little biped's birthday. The weather was a little uncertain, so instead of a big picnic and spreading out in the backyard, everyone was packed into the living room and dining room. It worked out nicely. Canyon got to work on social interaction; Sky spent the afternoon outside looking at cars and horse-drawn buggies (and occasionally letting out a Siberian Death Wail because he wanted to come in and see everybody); and I lounged on my throne to oversee the Princess Party (althought I was sequestered in the bedroom). That was the only thing fit for a Queen to be doing. Now, you may be wondering why I'm talking about current events when it's Single Sunday and I should be reminiscing. One of the birthday presents that she got was a Princess Fishing Rod Pop bought her. That inspired me to tell you about when I used to go fishing with Mom, Dad, and Pop.

Usually, Grandma would go along too, but she doesn't fish much. She'd have a book or some quilting she would work on. The rest of the bipeds would spend hours drowning worms. Occassionally, one of them would catch a sunny, a crappy, or even a largemouth bass. Then, I'd get to lick the fish before they threw it back in or put it on the stringer to take home. You heard me right, I'd lick the fish!

Once, we even went fishing on Pop's rowboat on a large lake in Lycoming County, PA. Pop used to own a share of a cabin there (but stories about the cabin will be another post). That was before Pop had weight-loss surgery. At the time, he weighed over 350 lbs. The rowboat is rated for 3 people; but the manufacturer didn't figure on one of those people weighing as much as the other two. Mom and Dad were worried about the boat going down and what would happen to me. Did they forget, DOGS CAN SWIM!!! - DUH!!! (But that's for another post too!)

Well, in all of those fishing trips, they never got a picture of me with a caught fish. But, here's some pictures of me at the fish pond which Pop built on their patio.

Don't worry I didn't fall in!

Woo woo, Kelsey Ann

Neglected

Tomorrow is the little biped's third birthday. Mom and Dad have been busy all evening with getting things ready.

Dad was in Mississippi all week. He left Monday morning very early and got home last night very late. Tonight after work, he had to mow the lawn since the birthday part will be held outside. The grass had gotten pretty high since last Friday because of rain early in the week and sunny days since then. Mom has been working on baking cakes all evening. She is doing a white cake that looks like Cinderella and a chocolate cake that looks like Cinderella's castle. Of course, we've gotten none of it.

We finally got Dad to take some time to feed us and take time away from kitchen guard duty. The little biped was up late and thought she should be able to get icing from the cakes so Dad was working on keeping the little biped occupied.

The Cinderella cake - completed! This one took Mom 3 to 4 hours to decorate; that doesn't include the prep and cooking time.

Cinderella's castle - Still in progress. So far, Mom has about 30 minutes of decorating in and anticipates another 30 minutes of work.

This is just a small sample of the mess in our kitchen.

Well, I need to stop clawing at Dad about this post because he has birthday presents to get out for the little biped to find in the living room when she wakes up tomorrow morning.

Woo woo, Kelsey Ann