Licking Affectionately

I am a very affectionate dog. I lick to show my affection.

I love King so I usually lick him whenever he sleeps. Here I am licking King's face:


Sometimes, King gets bothered and awakened when I lick his face. But he doesn't mind, he loves me too.

Sometimes, I also lick King's belly and sometimes, his private parts too. He does the same to me.

Ok some human may find this blatant public show of affection disgusting. But we are dogs and we are not constrained by norms and mores as humans are.

(P.S. I don't lick Hector. He's a sweet dog but he plays rough and most of the times this is too much).

(P.P.S I turned 5 months yesterday. King will turn 5 months tomorrow).
KYLIE, the beautiful

Toys! Toys! Toys!

Since I chew a lot, E has bought several toys for me to chew on.

Here are some of the toys that he bought for us:



Here I am playing with a ball made of weaved plastic. There is a bell inside so it jingles whenever I bite or carry it (Kylie is too tired to play):


Here is Kylie with a string of hotdogs or sausages.


King would rather sleep than play with these toys.


And since this is my post, here are a few more of my pictures:

This is the squeaky tire. It squeaks whenever I bite it:


Here is the red and green ball. Should I further destroy it? (I eventually did!)


Playing is tiring! Need some nap time:



HECTOR, the active one.

Climbing Up the Stairs

In E's apartment, the comfort room (for humans at least) is on the upper floor. Whenever E goes up to pee or poo, I don't want to be left behind on the lower floor.

At times, I try to climb the circular stairs but I cannot get down. E always has to carry me down.

Here are my pictures when E decided to photograph me climbing up the stairs (or rather getting stuck in the stairs).

Seems too high for me to jump down.


How do I get down from here?


Please let me down, E!


Stop taking photos and let me down, please, please.


HECTOR, the active one.

Chewing

Hector Krsysztof here. As I said, I'm a labrador retriever.

I don't know yet what this "retriever" is supposed to mean. E hasn't taught me yet.

I do feel, however, that I need to do something with my mouth... so I chew - a lot!

Here I am chewing the container where E used to put my drinking water.


A momentary pause in chewing to look in the camera.


I also chewed the edge of E's TV rack (I was making sure E doesn't bump into these edges but E didn't seem to appreciate this gesture). I also chewed and scratched part of the wallpaper in E's rom (a job started by King and Kylie but I brought it to a new level, I can almost peel one whole portion of the wallpaper).

HECTOR KRZYSZTOF, the playful one.

Bath Time

Last Friday was a holiday (something about the end of feasting for Muslims) so E did not go to work. He bathed us.

Here I am after brushing, bathing, towelling, blow-drying and brushing - looking beautiful and adorable.



Here is King after his bath (E usually bathes me first). He is soo lazy that whenever E brushes him, he always flops down and E can't get him to stand still. He also doesn't like being photographed.


Hector did not get a bath that day (he was bathed the following day).

Hello, I'm Hector Krzysztof

Hi.

This is my first post here. I am a labrador retriever. I grew up in Rizal from a breeder who breeds large dogs (labs, german shepherd dog and pitbulls).

I was given to E by his friend.

At first E thought that I am not a pure-bred labrador due to the shape of my head and my tail. However, on searching the internet, he found out that I come from the American (field) type of labradors.

On meeting E, I was sooo excited that I immediately wagged my tail and tried to lick and sniff him. E also has two other dogs (Kylie and King) which I learned are a month older than I am but they're so small they can fit under me when I'm standing up.

I like playing, a lot. I was not used to playing with such small dogs that I have to tone down my play for King and Kylie. I even let Kylie be on top of me when we're playing.


But most of the times, I like to be on top.


Kylie likes playing with me. Though sometimes, he avoids playing with me because I'm too big and too strong for her. Which makes me sad so I bark and bark until she plays with me.

King, on the other hand, is a little bit shy and generally doesn't want to play. But lately, I think King is coming around to playing with me.

HECTOR KRSYSZTOF, the active

Trying to Escape

Eversince Hector arrived, E has been feeding us awayfrom Hector (he either feeds us inside our playpen or our crate or he ties Hector). He always seem hungry but he doesn't seem to bulk up much - I guess all he eats gets pooped out (which is a lot!).

Sometimes, E feeds us (King and I) in our crate.

Here I am trying to escape from the crate after I'm done eating.



KYLIE, the beautiful

Playing with Other Dogs

On the night before Hector arrived, E allowed us to play with the dog downstairs (owned by E's landlady).

There were several dogs owned by the landlady, 2 pugs, 1 shih tzu (Kylie's mother), 1 miniature poodle, 1 pomeranian, 1 pekingese and 1 pitbull-mix.

Here are our pictures:





The floor looks kinda dirty since the landlady and her family has not yet cleaned it. Thankfully, none of the dogs live on the floor (well, except for the pitbull-mix but he has a monobloc sofa to sit on).

The pomeranian, the poodle and the pekingese are not in the picture as they were let out of the house after E has taken their pictures.

The pomeranian is quite small (she's smaller than us and she's already an adult). She's also very shy and doesn't want to play with any dog. The minute E's landlady put her on the floor to play with us, she ran to a corner and hid. The pugs ran after her to play but the pom is very scared.

The pekingese is very hairy (I think hairier than us). She's one of our ancestors (the peke was crossed with a lhasa apso to create an even more beautiful breed). She's very yappy and barks and barks at E when he passes by and smells him.

Samantha, the shih tzu (Kylie's mom) has her tail on a curl on her back and the tail is always wagging. She doesn't seem to recognize Kylie very much but she's happy to have other dogs to play with.

The mini poodle has been shaved of all her hair. The landlady said because her coat tangled and matted.

The two pugs are kindly skinny for their breed but they're very playful and smelled us several times.

Well, the pitbull-mix is on chain and he's big (bigger than Hector but Hector is still a puppy).

Based on playing with these dogs, I am happy that we are better taken care of than these dogs.

Til next playtime.

KING, the sweet one.

A New Dog in Our Home

Yesterday, E's friend brought another dog, a big dog. When standing up, King or I can fit under him. And I think even if he grows up, we will not get as big as he is right now (he's only 3 months!).



At first, I was very excited to play with him. But he is so hyper active and so tall (he can step over us even if we're standing up). At one point, while both King and I were standing (a little bit apart), he jumped over us. He made us look like obstacles on track and field!

E bought him a dog collar and put a big bell which he put in the collar. Now, whenever he (E calls him Hector Krzysztof - what a long and unusual name) walks, the ball jingles. It warns us that he is coming but is driving us crazy at night (jingling and jingling since he walks a lot) when we are trying to sleep.

Well, I do play with him a little but finds it quite difficult since he's big! It may take him sometime to adjust his playfulness for our size.

KYLIE, the beautiful

True Colors

After about 2 months of living with E, he finally figured out my colors.

At first he thought that I was black with white on the chest and chin (tuxedo pattern) and gold on the head. Then he thought that my fur was banding (gold-tipped, then black, then white or gold).

Well, today, upon close inspection of my coat (right after taking a bath), he finally found out that I have black topcoat and white/gold undercoat).


The undercoat is most apparent at the back (due to parting of hair). My undercoat is about an inch of gold and white hairs.

I would look much different when given a puppy cut. I'll be mostly gold with black and white.

KING, the sweet one.

Near E's Crotch

Sometimes, E sits on the floor and plays with us. Here are two pictures where we are near E's crotch:

KING: I was bending my neck so I can look into the camera.


KYLIE: It may look like I was smelling E's crotch but I'm actually not. I'm just hiding from the camera (and the white light that usually flashes from it). Enough pictures already!



KING, the sweet one, and KYLIE, the beautiful.

Let Sleeping Dogs Lie (or Sleep in Whatever Position They Like)

As dogs, we spend the better part of the day sleeping or napping.

We normally sleep either on our side or on our tummy. Sometimes, we sleep or nap in other positions:

KING: I sometimes sleep in this position. It keeps my tummy cool and E can scratch my tummy easier.


KYLIE: I was just napping in this picture. I'm not sure if I can sleep in this position for long (imagine the stiff neck on waking up!).



KYLIE, the beautiful, and KING, the sweet one.

P.S., As we have said in several of our previous posts, E has already dismantled this playpen since we were housetrained (well, mostly housetrained). E also learned that sleeping and standing on wire flooring is bad for our paws, our backs and our skin.

Playing with a No-Name "Dog"

E gave us another "dog" to play with.

This dog is a big dog. S/He looks like a dog but somehow, s/he doesn't smell like a dog.

Like, Kata, s/he's very quiet. S/He only moves when E pats him/her in the neck.

These are our pictures. I am more interested in playing with this "dog" than King is (King doesn't seem to like playing with other dogs - only with me).




Here is a video of me playing with no-name dog. S/He's very calm and doesn't respond to my play invitations.



KYLIE, the beautiful

Give Me Human Food!

Ever since E gave me some corned beef (he gave it to me since I was not eating my normal dog food), I've always wanted to eat other human food.

Sometimes, E gave me pieces of cooked eggs or pieces of cheese. I eat all that E gives (since King just smells and ignores human food).

Do I smell human food?


Please give me some of that delicious-smelling chicken. Please....


KYLIE, the beautiful.

I'm Four Months Too - King

Today is my fourth month birthday anniversary!

This is my picture to show you that I can take great pictures too!



(Well, I'm still not used to being photographed. I usually look up or down whenever E shoots a picture. For this photo, E has to hold Kylie in his lap so I would look up and into the camera).

KING, the sweet one.

Picture Update

Here is our picture after we took a bath last Saturday.

Hmmm, my fur is not looking so great but I am still pretty photogenic (King still camera shy).



Since you rarely see pictures of King, I'm including these two pictures. I'm not very good looking in these pics but I'm still better looking than King (whose was bending down on one pic that his hair covers his eyes, and who seems to be smelling something in the air in the other pic).




KYLIE, the beautiful

I Turn 4 Months Today! - Kylie

Today I turn 4 months!

So just to remind everyone of how cute and adorable I was (and still am), here is one of my recent pics:



KYLIE, the beautiful.

The Big Yellow Pillow Part 2

In my previous post, I related about how I conquered the big yellow pillow E gave us (which he put in the living room).

E leaves us contained in his bedroom when he leaves the house (so we are closer to the balcony where we poop and pee) and he also contains us in the bedroom at night (E says for the same poop/pee reason, but I think E just wants us close at night just in case he gets lonely). When I staked my claim to this pillow, I didn't get the time to do it properly (as it was sleeptime and we went to E's bedroom).

Well, last night, while we were playing, I found my chance to properly take full dog-legal possesion of my pillow. I peed on it.

When E saw how I marked my dominion, he immediately got the pillow and put it on a chair (too high for us to reach). I'm pretty sure it will completely disappear from us in a day or two.

What was he thinking? Didn't he know that by peeing on it, I am marking my doggy territory? That by peeing on the pillow I am sending a message to King (and to all those dogs who may visit) that this pillow is off limits without my permission?

If humans marks their conquest by putting a flag on it (as Sir Edmund Hillary did when he climbed Mt. Everest and went to both poles), we dogs mark our territory by peeing.

Oh well, I guess humans will never really like our pee (and poop for that matter). I guess this will forever be a communication barriers between humans and dogs.

Here's a photo of me inspecting my new dominion. (If you look closer, you can see King being a mere spectator).




KYLIE, the beautiful

P.S., I'm pretty sure that Sir Edmund Hillary also peed at the summit of Mt. Everest and on the two poles

Begging to be Let Out

Before, E puts us in our playpen (where we don't usually play). Since we have already learned where to poop and pee, E has already dismantled this pen and let us roam around the house (or his bedroom when he is away).

This is me looking very cute, begging to be let out:



Me: How can you put such a cute dog in a playpen?

KYLIE, the beautiful

The Heat

As shih tzus, we are prone to heatstroke. We have short-snouts which impairs our ability to regulate heat effectively (through panting). Because of this, we need to be in a cool place most of the time, especially since we have thick double coats and since our ancestors came from Tibet and China.

E is very much aware of this, hence, he let us lie on the cool floor. He even leaves the electric fan on whenever he leaves the house.

This is me looking at an electric fan.


What is that thing going round and round inside this box?

KING, the sweet one.

Thank You for Following!

Kylie and I would like to thank our first ever follower, Mr. Felix Bricia, a friend of E.

Thank you for following and we hope you will not be our first, last and only follower.

Also, E told us to encourage you to get a dog so we can schedule playdates. GET A DOG! GET A DOG! GET A DOG!

Again, thank you!

KING, the sweet one.

The Big Yellow Pillow

E gave us a big (and I mean big) pillow last night.

Upon E setting down the pillow, I immediately took possession of this large yellow pillow.



I allow King up on the pillow...



but I want this pillow for myself (look at me triumphantly staking my claim to this pillow).



However, we do not want to sleep on this pillow most of the time. We like sleeping on the cement floor since it is cooler.

KYLIE, the beautiful.

P.S., E thinks that the food stains in the fur around my nose is not good for my beauty. He wipes it with a tear stain remover everynight (only 2 nights so far).

The Top Knot Saga

We have been waiting for our proper top knot. As shih tzus, we believe it is our right to get a proper top knot.

Here is E's first try on giving us a top knot (August 7). He's not yet trained and we are still uncomfortable on him combing and tying the hair above our eyes.



Not so good I must admit (and where's my other eye?)

Last August 9, he tried again. This time to prevent us from moving around, he wrapped us in a towel with all our feet inside.

I don't move around when we are training E to give us top knots. King moved around so much that E just had to give up. So only I was given a topknot (slightly better but still needs more practice). Here I am wrapped in a towel with my second topknot:



Last Monday (August 16), E finally figured that our top hair is still too short to give us one topknot. So based on what he saw on the internet (bless the internet), he gave King and I two topknots (one each above our eyes).



Much better. We like it so much better than the previous ones that King and I decided to both look in the camera at the same time.

We hope we can train E to give us good topknots (the kind that showdogs get).

KYLIE, the beautiful

Weird Things

JULY 17, 2010

Weird and strange things happened today.

As usual, E left in the morning to go to work.

In the afternoon, a lot of water came down from the sky (we see through the open bedroom/balcony door) and there were flashes of light with weird loud noises. We'll we are brave shih tzus and we did not get scared.

When E came home, he was wet. His pants were wet, his clothes were wet and his shoes were wet. Did he take a bath in the falling water from the sky?

During the night, E looks restless and seems to be twitching his nose. Is he smelling our poop and pee? Well, apparently, the smell was too strong for him that he got up from his bed, got the mop out and the red plastic thingy (where Kylie was first placed) and put some soapy water.

What's stranger, he moved our playpen to the living room when he cleaned the floor of the bedroom. He even cleaned the base of the electric fan (where Kylie is peeing when E is not looking). He even moved TV rack.

When he finished cleaning the bedroom floor, he put us inside our crate (the one he uses when he brings us to our vet). The strangest thing is that he proceeded to dismantle our playpen and eating area! Where are we going to eat, drink and sometimes pee!

We were quiet expecting that we'll be going somewhere. But it seemed we were not going anywhere, he put the crate on top of our grooming pedestal and proceeded on cleaning the living room floor with the soapy water. We waited for him to get dressed and take us out but he never did.

We even waited while he cleaned our poop in the balcony. Still we're not going anywhere.

After all this. He wiped his perspiration with a towel (not OUR towel, he has his own towels and we do have several towel all to ourselves). He then put the crate down on the bedroom floor (I can smell the rubbing alcohol he used on the floor - makes me sneeze!).

It seemed like he was going to sleep and he forgot to let us out of the crate!!! Is he going to let us sleep here?

Kylie seemed apathetic to where we are and just laid down. I, on the other hand, cannot bear to sleep in this small cramped crate (after all, I already spent more than a week inside a cage in the pet shop). I scratched and scratched the crate until finally he let us out.

We laid down very near the bedroom door as this is where the odor of the rubbing alcohol is weakest (he closed the door so we couldn't go to the living room).

He didn't put up our playpen again. Where will we eat and drink?

Oh, and by the way, here's a picture of us inside our playpen (which really isn't a playpen since we don't play that much when we're inside it (no room to run and run).



KING, the sweet one.