Friday, March 19, 2010

About Kiya

I've been thinking a lot about my dogs... about Moonshine, Kiya and Louie. And their mortality. Especially Kiya's. I don't know how old she is - nobody knows, really, and estimates run from two years to six years old. If Kiya is six, and a typical Rottweiler, she'd only have about two to four more years with us. But of course, she is not a typical Rottweiler (or maybe she is - the sweetest, most obedient, dog there is) and maybe her lifespan is atypical of that of a Rottie too.

I want to enjoy every moment I have with Kiya, and I will remember her, happily and firmly while she is still with us.

How she sleeps, eyes rolled back, all four legs twitching in her dreams like a puppet, soundly.





Enjoying a head massage.. She truly enjoys them, her eyes glazed over with bliss.





How she loves her food, even this seven-month-old (possibly older!) lamb leg bone (gnawed and re-gnawed many times by both Kiya and Louie).





I love my dogs. I love dogs for the reason that they remind you to live the most of this life, because it is all we have.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Kiya's and Louie's friendship

I have to admit that Kiya and Louie are not quite like some other dogs that share a home together - those that cuddle tightly to sleep, play roughly and happily, and never snap at each other.

Kiya's getting on. She is older, crankier, and though she is an incredibly patient and tolerant dog, I suspect she suffers from some sort of doggie-PMS every once in a while. Louie? Well, Louie Lou. He prances around at night, pounces on his toys, leaps over a sleeping Kiya, barks at dogs, cats, suspicious-looking humans outside the window, paces, steals things from the coffee table (e.g. my glasses), etc. Even his long swishing tail can be annoying - he sometimes wags it in poor Kiya's face (I wonder what Kiya must think? Maybe some sort of tail-envy psychology going on).

So, Kiya does snap at Louie every now and then, scaring the living daylights out of S. I'm not too concerned; I know how dogs are - they squabble, and then they're best of friends again (as long as they are not two un-neutered male dogs).

Most of the time, they are so sweet to each other.














Just the other night, S and I looked over the coffee table and found this:




HAHAHA!! :D Oh, Kiya! Not quite a blowj**, ha ha.
We figured Kiya was probably lying there first, and then Louie came along and sat down on her face. LOL