growing up in the moffat house we always had cats. my brother zac would bring them home, or they would just follow us to the front door. and the only rule that my mom gave, was that they had to be siamese. then one day my brother came home with a little black chihuahua named kaku. then another uma, then another osa... we had always been a small dog (or cat) family.


i love the pups though, they keep us entertained and are great company. especially when i'm home alone. when kona was about 6 months old he got into kaseys fishing gear. we heard a his cry as if he was being slaughtered. when we came running into the room he had a rapala hooked, one end in his nose, the other in his paw. there was no way we could get it out. he was freaking out i had to keep a tight grip on him til we got to the vet... since then kona has been in and out of the vet with ear infections, fevers, and a broken tail a time or two. my poor boy. last month he was faced with barbed wire for the first time. he couldn't quite figure it out, he would just run right into it and on one attempt to get to the other side to be with gage, he got hooked on his nose again... he is a bit on the clumsy side. our dog walks into walls... i hope that it is just a puppy phase. he is one funny pup though, i love my boys.

this picture is for my pops... the dogs got into some apples and i thought that it would be fun to have a picture of my "stuffed pig" for thanksgiving. my dad is always saying that kona, because of his puppy personality, is a worthless dog and that i should give him to a filipino family for thanksgiving. sorry dad, he is my boy.