Nicknames: My real name is Makena, but my family and friends call me Kiki, Kikster, Kena, Kiki Baby, Miss Kiki, Kiks, Kiksterini, Kiksterweenie, Kikstaweenie, Kikstas, Makiki Baby, Miss Prissy Pants, Miss Floo Floo, and of course, Princess!
Birthday: November 16th 2004
Likes: DUFFY!!! Being pampered and taking a nap all snuggled up in my favorite fleece blankey, getting cozy in my puppy sweaters, well as sun bathing and perching in the window all day so I can bark at anything that moves!
Pet-Peeves: When it's rainy outside and when my little sister mocks me
Favorite Toy: Rope toy and squeaky turtle
Favorite Food: Eukanuba Chicken Bites in Gravy
Favorite Walk: Anywhere
Best Tricks: Pirouette, rolling over, high ten, giving endless kisses on demand, and out smarting my sister
Arrival Story: My parentals had just moved from Hawai'i to the mainland and they were on a quest. A quest to find me of course. I was the first puppy they met and I fell asleep in my moms arms the first time she held me - the parentals say I melted their hearts. It was a 2 hour drive to my new home, I was a little scared but mom held me the whole time. That day on the long ride home I snuggled up in mom's arms and I must say it is still my favoritist place in the whole wide world to be. My parentals love me so much and I know they would do anything in the world for me. I am very spoiled and pampered! Do you want to see more photos of me? Want to see more photos of me? Check out dog photography by sara riddle located in Northern Virginia and DC!
Bio: I am a professional napper and snuggler. Can't think of a better way to spend the day... I have a little nemisis (sister) named Hanalei. She drives me totally nuts. I hate the rain and being wet, and will do pretty much anything to avoid it. I love the parentals, learning new tricks, wearing sweaters, and being pampered. I was named after the beach that my parents were married on.
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Forums Motto: If princess aint happy aint nobody happy
So today, I am outside walking around, sniffing things that need to be sniffed, barking at things that need to be barked at, simply minding my own business, when all of a sudden I hear a honking noise from the heavens. It sounded like a Canadian Goose and so mom, Tot, and I looked up and saw a group of Canadian Geese that were flying pretty low to the ground and the one goose in the flock just kept on honking as they were about to fly over us! We stared in total awe and were all captivated by their beauty until one decided that I would make a good toilet! Yes, I said TOILET! I KNOW! The goose literally aimed for me! Can you believe it? It hit the ground inches away from me and made the biggest SPLAT sound you've ever heard! I even jumped, it practically scared the poop outta me! Oh my goodness, that totally freaked me out! And let me tell you, those Canadian geese have GIGANTOR liquidy #2's! EWWWWWWWWW! *gagging* Tot kept laughing it up and she teased me all the way home! The next time we go outside, I am gonna strap a bulls eye target on Tot's jacket and hope that we encounter another pesky goose that has better aim than the last one! Revenge will be mine!
I don't think that I care much for Canadian geese now that one tried to poop on me - I mean, I'm a princess, and you DON'T poop on princess! There's just some things that you don't do! The nerve! *steam coming out of ears*
Those of you who know me, you know that I am a true girlie girl. I like the color pink, no - scratch that, I LOVE the color pink, I love foo foo stuff, I love being pampered and fussed over, I love going to the salon to get all gussied up - I am a girlie girl through and through. Now that my girlie-girlness has been fully established, it's time for me to divulge that I have found myself in a rather *hairy* situation. It seems that whenever I wear my hoodie, and I LURVE wearing my hoodie, I lurve, lurve, lurve wearing my hoodie, I seem to have... this is so embarrassing... long curly chest hairs that hang out of my hoodie in my décolletage area! *looks around in utter horror* Dad says that I look like I am straight out of the 80's, all I need is a thick gold chain necklace and a Members Only jacket to finish off the look! I am beyond mortified! The puparazzi even snapped a few pics of me with my long curly chest hairs hanging out earlier today - I just know it will be all over the tabloids later (see photos above)!!!! *gasp* So on top of all this I found out today to my horror that my mom canceled my beauty salon appointment for tomorrow! No brow shaping? No décolletage trimming? No perfume spritzing? No coat shine gloss? No mani/pedi??? I think my mom is trying to purposely ruin my reputation! Unlike Tot, I'm not just some savage beast. Some of us actually care about appearance! *hmph*
When I was an adorable baby puppy the parentals set up a strand of bells on the front door so I could ring them and let them know when I wanted to go outside. Well, over time, the string on the bells thinned and eventually fell apart, so the bells went bye bye. Anyhoo, recently ma found me a new set of bells called Poochie Bells. Now that my bells are FINALLY back up in their rightful place, I can assure you that I am putting them to good use - or trying to at least!
Ma tries to be really good about taking me out whenever I ring the bells, and I have been trying to take advantage of it as much as possible. This afternoon I strolled downstairs, daintily rang the bells with my manicured paw, and ma took us out. Then 30 minutes later, I decided to summon mom again! So, I rang the bells as usual, however, no one came to my beck and call! I ran upstairs and just starred at mom! How dare she ignore me - I rang the bells, and I demand service!!! I thought, perhaps she just didn't hear me, so I ran back downstairs and rang the bells AGAIN and then ran back upstairs and looked at mom and patiently waited for her to realize what an idiot she was to not come running. I mean, that is what this is all about right - training mom to do what I want her to do, when I want her to do it, right??? I starred at mom so much that I am surprised I didn't burn a hole through her head! I am sad to announce that I shall be withholding Kiki kisses and all of my snuggling from ma until she complies with my demands! It's just like the dog whisperer says, you cannot reward bad behavior. Hopefully it will only take a few days for ma's feeble mind to grasp the concept. Otherwise, it may require remedial training.