tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336621292011-07-07T22:28:20.228-06:00Dogs have given us their absolute all. We are the center of their universe. We are the focus of their love and faith and trust. They serve us in return for scraps. It is without a doubt the best deal man has ever made. ~Roger CarasHobiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17697022311408591050noreply@blogger.comBlogger151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33662129.post-67426412271662050262010-07-01T18:31:00.013-06:002010-07-01T19:13:33.782-06:00

It has been 16 months since Kiste died. I think I can finally write a bit about her. Yes, 16 months to mourn the loss of my dearest Brown Dog to the point of blogging about it. It wasn’t just her. It was the fact that her loss was added to some other losses not yet healed. She was my constant, my tie to home and the way things had been. She loved mom. She lived in The Yellow House. She

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I was getting the jeep packed up for the now annual trip to Montana to see sweet Davey and drive the Beartooth, and Kiste WAS SURE that I was going to leave her. I have to be very sneaky about packing, or there is great lamenting and moping from the dogs. I was not so subtle in my rush to get on the road, and as I carried my bag out to the car, this is what I saw in the driveway. This is not a

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The creatures with whom I share my abode are professional sleepers. They are devoted sleepers. And they are very dramatic sleepers. Kiste announces each laying down with a great sigh. She spreads her greying lips wide on anything she chooses to rest on. Max snores so loudly that it is startling. Our latest addition, Tortuga (yes,I still have her), is also a very good competitive sleeper. She

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This is Max trying really hard to blend into the bed. So I won't make him wake up. Lucky dog. He heard me snap the first photo, and gave me this look:I LOVE HIM.

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Yes, the Babies are still alive. And kicking. They are so sweet. They are so funny. They are enjoying the return of warmer weather. They love to run around naked (without collars) and soak in the sunshine. Kiste loves to lay belly-up on the grass for hours on end, her lips flopped open, and will come in with a sun-kissed underbelly which I then have to kiss, just because it is so cute. And

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Hobiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17697022311408591050noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33662129.post-1170220564455580442007-01-30T22:15:00.000-07:002007-01-30T22:16:04.483-07:00

Kimball is on YouTube!

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My little family and I had a special visitor stay for a few weeks after Christmas. Cleo is a 9 month old Bullmastiff. I have long been a fan of Bullmastiffs, and when my friend decided to get a puppy, I volunteered to babysit should that ever be necessary. She and Kiste and Max were immediate friends, and she and Kiste in particular recognized their similarities. They were precious beyond

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I could take pictures of my cute puppies all day long. They are always doing something cute and photogenic. This is Kiste, who was innocently trying to sleep on her rawhide chew pillow. Max was slightly obsessed with her headrest, and stared at her until she woke up.This is Kiste in her favorite place at the front door, watching the world go by. She rests her cute lips on the little ledge at

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Winston is my nephew. Well, if you want to get technical, he is the dog who belongs to my "wife" which could actually make him my step-dog... Either way, he is my favorite little chicken in the world (who is not my OWN baby). I named him. He clicks his heels when he runs. Winston's human dad is a firefighter, which is what makes Winston's Halloween costume that much more fitting. Here he is,

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Yes. My dogs wore Halloween costumes. I'm sorry. There is no excuse.Skele-DogThe Full LookDevil DawgBat DogMr. Pants, The BatFull Alert Bat-PantsAw, MaxBat

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I have a problem: my bed has been taken over by the dogs. Now that the weather has taken a colder turn, the dogs tuck themselves into the warm, inviting bed long before I do. By the time I am finally ready to turn in, they have established themselves as the sole inhabitors of the queen-sized bed. And Kiste, in her sleep, becomes a 90-pound dead weight. She weighs, of course, a mere 56 pounds

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Because my darling Max gets so chilly during cold weather, he hates going outside unless absolutely necessary. I, as an admitted addict of clearance shopping at Target, was unable to pass up a deal on dog "Moon Boots." I could never pay full price for such a thing, but in this case, at just over $1 a paw, I decided it was worth a try. Max in BootsKiste had a "suspicious" lump removed from her

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This is the long awaited Yellowstone posting. Kiste and Max love to go to Yellowstone. One has to spell the word "buffalo" in Max's presence or he will run to every window in the house looking for his favorite animal. Kiste loves road trips, and will settle in and sleep, with occasional scenery viewing. They also love camping, but are of the short-haired persuasion, and therefore need some

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Our mom has no human children. She plays with all sorts of animals all day, but she always comes home to us. We are very photogenic, and love lots of different actvities which our mom likes to photograph. We do funny things. And we are extremely popular. That's why!! We will be posting some great pictures of our recent camping trip soon. Check back!!

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