ode to my odies...

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.

when kasey and i met i had a small black pomeranian named hazel. she was my buddy and seemed to be a bit stubborn with kasey. on one occasion she walked up to kasey while he was sitting on the couch and pee'd on his foot... after spanking and scolding her she came back five minutes later and pee'd on his foot again. i think that was the last chapter in the history of kasey and hazel. after hazel had gone i was in the need for a puppy, to cheer me up of course. kasey told me that i could have any dog i wanted. after naming about 10 dogs that i would die to have he finally said okay to a chocolate lab. you see kasey had a dog already. a german short hair named gage who is now about 5 years old. a very hyper dog who is obsessed with playing fetch. so the day finally came that we added kona, our chocolate lab. he was so cute. there's nothing like a little puppy with puppy breath. i wish that they could always stay that way. now i have a 5 year old and a 1 year old... who compared to small chihuahua's, with small poop, small personalities, and small legs that just can't seem to get up on the bed, i've got my hands full. with the blood chilling weather now approaching they have been tromping around inside the house, and for anyone that has been to our little craftsman, oh boy... watch your step, they have a hard time just sitting still and laying down.

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.