My Hoa (friend) PJ

I was writing about my boisterous buddy, PJ, and he stopped by tonight with a few other neighbor friends.  We figured out PJ weighs half of what I weigh and he's slightly taller.  He really loves my black, bulbous nose.

I smell watermelon gum.  Are you sharing?

PJ, me, and Britton snuck in too

PJ plays tug-of-war with Isabella since they weigh
the same and I am not to sure about playing that
game with two-legged friends. 

I'm cheering PJ on so I can take the toy.

 That's it for me tonight.  I hear my dinner going into my dish now.  Aloha!

Kolchak Kuddling

I finally got brave enough to get up on the parent's bed.  My reward was cuddle time with my two-legged sister while she was a bed-potato this morning.

Who says dogs don't smile?

I like being a bed potato.

You heard me. This is the life for me!

Another smile.  CHEEEEESSSSE!!!
(or in Hawai'i it's 1 - 2 - 3 Spam musubi!)

Now that I'm so brave that I get up on the bed without Mom fork-lifting me up, I've taken it upon myself to hop up uninvited.  (I'm no fool.)  Apparently that is a no-no.  Just like the kitchen rules, I'll learn this one too. 

I forgot to tell you the amazing progress I've made in etiquette.  I've learned there is an invisible line at each entrance to the kitchen.  I don't cross it unless I'm invited to eat a snack from the floor.  Yeah!  Or when no one is in there (ooops... don't tell Mom or I'll lose the privilege of counter cruising!).  I don't find much when no one is there, but it's worth having a sniff.  And I've found it's better to lie on my cushion when there are folks eating at the table.  Now my staff rarely tells me to go because I know better.  However, I'm still just a one-year-old puppy so I have to test this occasionally.  Keeps the staff on their toes.

HHC Christmas Party 3 Dec.

We've had torrential rain so it's a time to be inside on the computer instead of playing in the mud. The parents don't like it when I'm muddy, but I sure like to get muddy!  I guess I'm sort of grounded from the yard so it's time to have fun blogging, remembering a fun day with HHC. Better late than never?  Sorry guys (and gals)!

Left, right, left, right, left....
(Dad, this isn't a road march, you know.)

First I sniff you...

... then you pet me.
Win, win!

More pets from a pretty girl!

We're both saying to ourselves, "What are you?"

You taste yummy.

My nose is a target for little folks!

I like that you walk on all fours too!
And what do you have?  Where did you get it?
Most importantly, are you going to share?

Yeah!!!  You shared!  Crumbs!  My favorite.

It's seems Mrs. O'Reilly is creeped out by Santa Claus.

Given a few minutes, she warmed up to him just a bit. (Brave woman.)

Now it's my turn with creepy Santa.
Dad? Where are you going? You're leaving me with this guy?

Hey, he smells kind of familiar... like I know him from somewhere... hmmmm....

I like to be rubbed by Wolfpups.  I'm just distracted by all the action.

My profile pose.

Hey, she's a cutie pie!!

I had a fun day!  Mahalo nui loa for inviting me to your party.

Most of my Wolfhound friends are in Iraq or on leave now.  I hope this post finds them safe and happy wherever they are. 

Death of a Stuffy

This entry is from the folks at Law & Order.  Kolchak is denying the validity of this report.

Warning: Viewer discretion advised.

Due to the graphic nature of the following entry,

this presentation may not be suitable for all audiences.

[[ Ching Ching ]]

Date: 11 December 2010

Time: 1827

Location: Wai'anae

Emergency: missing snowman stuffy

Crime scene:

Dismembered stuffy found.
Resembles missing snowman stuffy.

Snowman stuffy parts led to suspect's bed.
Note reminants of previous victim - stuffy rabbit ear.

Photo of suspect on said bed before leaving to see Santa.
Santa gave suspect the snowman stuffy for being a good boy.

Further proof that this is, in fact,
the suspect's bed as he is sleeping on it
and it is surround by his coral footprints.

Close up of suspected stuffy killer.
Don't let this cute face fool you.
Santa could have been wrong.

Autopsy (necropsy?) of victim.
Coroner was unable to fully reconstruct the victim due
to missing eye (will find in the yard later- eeeww),
disheveled clothing, and lack of stuffy stuffing.

Stuffy in stuffy-bodybag.
Not everyone will have a merry Christmas.

[[ Ching Ching ]]

2-27 Christmas Party

I get invited to lots of Christmas parties and I love it.  Mahalo to Michell Hall for some photos of my day today.  Hope yours was as wonderful as mine.

Three Wolfpups, Nathan, Tony, and Brydi, petting me.
I'm a very petted Borzoi!

So, we've already questioned the sanity of my staff... errr... ummm... family.
This just goes to show how silly my dad is.  I think we're doing a two-step. 
Where has my dignity gone?  Fun beats dignity hands down!
Hey, who's leading here?
Dad "claims" this was to show how big I am.
Sure, Dad, sure. Whatever you say.

Have you been a good boy Kolchak?
Yes, Santa, I only pooped in the house once and it wasn't my fault.  Ask Mom.
I've been chewing the furniture less too. I'm learning to stay out of the kitchen when
my family bakes and when they say "go," I leave... mostly... reluctantly. But I do go!! The rest of my time is spent hanging out with Wolfhounds at work, playing, and napping.  I've even learned to share my stuffies and not eat my sister's food. 
Good boy Kolchak!  I think you deserve something in your stocking.
What would you like to see Christmas morning?
Oh, Santa!  Many mahalos!  My stocking is quite big and I'd
love to see it filled with stuffies and dog treats.
I think I can do that, Hoakoa, Soldier's Friend. 
Mele Kalikimaka to you and your Wolfhound family.

The best part of my day was this kiss from one of my smaller Wolfpups.
My parents were so proud that I let this small person gently take my face
and plant a wet one on me without balking.  This is Mom's favorite photo ever.
It shows what a good boy I am even though I'm still a toddler. 

That's it for me tonight.  This partying stuff makes me tired so I'm off to bed.  Mom reminded me that I still have to post about the HHC party last week. Oh, a Borzoi's life is never dull!  Mahalo for stopping by!

I met Santa Paws

We went to Ward Warehouse yesterday to see Santa Paws.  Mrs. Paws wasn't there when we stopped by.  This was a benefit for Hawai'i Humane Society - an organization I can definately support and a guy my brother really wanted to see.

Mele Kalikimaka!