I had a Mele Kalikimaka! Since then we've been working hard on our house so I haven't been blogging. OK... I spent a lot of my dad's leave out in the yard with my sister while he fixed stuff.
Here's my first (that I remember) Christmas day:
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| Waiting patiently for the two-legged children to empty their stockings first. |
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I must have been a good boy!!
I got a Santa stuffy with tons of squeakers in his beard.
(note how white it is... now) |
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I couldn't even wait for the tags to get cut off.
First, a sniff and a lick. |
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| Then shove him in my giant mouth!! |
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| Hey, I want your stuffy. |
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Now I can be bad until next year.
I stole Isabella's bear in a stocking stuffy with lots of squeakers. |
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What?!?
(It's a mystery how those ears got like that.) |
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| Tug-o-stuffy-war |
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| Back to Santa |
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It's ironic that I was initially scared of stairs and
now the landing is my hiding place for stuffies when my bed is occupied. |
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| No, you may not have my Santa gift. |
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| More tug-o-war |
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| Isabella got tired so she kept playing, but lying down. That's silly. |
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| Merry Christmas! |
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| The beginning of the end for the stuffies. |
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Time to kill Isabella's stuffy too.
Bwaahaaahaaa... no stuffy is safe from me!!! |
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| Stuffy euphoria. I think I'm an addict. |
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| He has mine. I have his. No, Kolchak, I will not trade. |
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| New place to get at Isabella's same old bear stuffy. |
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Just some perspective on size.
I may be the younger brother, but I'm the big brother. |
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I do not know how the stuffies got like this.
It wasn't us. |
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| O.K. Maybe it was us. I'm so tired, but I must keep playing stuffy-war. |
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| We can't help ourselves. |
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| Hello. My name is Kolchak and I'm a Stuffyholic. |
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I'm so cute.
Nevermind the stuffing and squeakers all over my bed. |
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Mom took a photo of me without a stuffy as proof that
I took a break. I like the cool floor too. |
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For me?!
A new rope from the Nathan, Tony, and Brydi.
I also got treats!
They were so sweet to give a rope and treats to my sister too.
Mahalo nui loa!!! |
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| Greedy Isabella |
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Stuffy heaven - a fox stuffy with a plastic water bottle for stuffing.
The crunch of the plastic is music to my ears! |
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| Here we go again! |
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Evil Kolchak.
(I don't know how my staff got a shot of the real me.) |
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| Same process: lick, sniff... |
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| CHOMP! |
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| Good thing my nose bends because sometimes it gets in the way of a good chew. |
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[[ ching ching ]]
Evidence entered into Law & Order file as a pattern of misbehavior.
The evidence is mounting and the circumstantial is now not so circumstantial.
Super bummer.
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| Merry Christmas? |
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| Did I hear my name? |
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| One ear up and one down makes my family laugh and laugh. |
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| What? |
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Christmas dinner was fabulous! Dog kibble with festive green peas,
gently seasoned with pineapple juice. Bet you're jealous! |
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| Bliss. |
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My family always laughs when I do this and the camera is never handy.
Today Mom captured the nose on bowl technique. Keeps the nostils out of the water
and I use the side of my bowl to help lap up water. Incredibly efficient.
Bet your jealous again. |
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Nothing so attractive as a Borzoi boy hydrating.
Next time Dad does a formal ball, I'll be ready with my good manners. |
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Thankfully Isabella doesn't like peas.
She methodically set the peas on the ground for my dessert.
I snarfed it quickly before the staff swept it up.
See that threatening dust pan?! |
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| My siblings and me by the tree. |
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| Don't mind me... just passing through. |
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| I am loved. |
My Christmas was wonderful. Thank you Wolfhounds for having me out here and Jane for sending me.
My New Year's Eve was crazy as only Hawai'i can be. I was cool as a cucumber and that helped Isabella cope with all the firework noise. On that note, I wish all Wolfhounds, Wolfhound families, and everyone who checks my blog a
Hau'oli Makahiki Hou!!!
