Likes: MOM! running, barking, roughhousing with dad, playing with Josie
Pet-Peeves: Toys that squeak, other barking dogs, the bunny in the grass outside my fence, thunder, loud rain, the mailman at the mailbox
Favorite Toy: My little pink bobo, blue cloth bone, anything I drag out of the house. HEDGY! It was Josie's birthday toy but I claimed it!
Favorite Food: CHEESE! Mom does give us canned food occasionally, and I go wild for that!! any people food--but I don't get that very often!
Favorite Walk: We don't go for walks much because I get to run around in my big backyard. But anywhere mom and dad take me is fun!
Best Tricks: tricks? The last time mom threw a frisbee at me, I ducked! I sorta fetch--I love to chase the ball, and most of the time I bring it back, but sometimes it just falls out of my mouth as I'm running! Mom says I'm grinning too much.
Arrival Story: I was at the pound, I don't know for how long, when mom and dad came to look for a new sister or brother for Josie. When they saw me they fell immediately in love, even though they'd never seen a Catahoula before! But I had to pass the Josie test first, so they took me to the little side yard at the pound and let me and Josie meet. Well, Josie liked me just fine, so I came to my forever home! Boy do I love it here!
Bio: My vet says I am probably mixed with somedog else, but what, we don't know. Beagle has been suggested a couple of times. So what would that make me? A Beagahoula?? A Catagle? Cataeagle??? Whatever! I'm sure I'm the breed standard!! Mom just says I am her joy dog 'cause I am so happy, and that suits me!!
Mom here. It has taken me over a month to come here with the sad news that Kiko has left for Rainbow Bridge. She was diagnosed with metastatic cancer on Dec. 14th, 2015, and just over a week later, we had to make the extremely difficult decision to let her go. The cancer, which we know was in her lungs and probably other organs, was frighteningly fast. The good part of that is that she didn't suffer, at least not for long. On her last day, all she had the energy to do was lie on her bed and watch us as we watched her. She did get up enough strength to walk to the door for her last car ride--she always did love to ride in the car.
She was my heart dog, my other part, my soul as it would be had I been born dog. She was always joyful, excited to greet the day (and her dinner dish!) with the pure expectation that it would be filled with good things. She was afraid of noises and loud things, but once it was over, she easily regained her good nature. I learned so much from watching her cheerful acceptance of life, and I can only hope to learn to live so well. I doubt that I'll live long enough to measure up to her. We humans learn so slowly, don't we?
I will miss her, every day for the rest of my life, but oh, how lucky I was to have had her! So many happy memories that will no doubt comfort me, even as I sigh over the loss. I will miss that little face turned up to me for an ear scritch, that amazingly loud bark that welcomed me home and invited me to play, that soft little whine that woke me up because it was breakfast time. She was my shadow, always near, always with me.
Dogspeed, sweet Kiko, my Bird, my goof girl, my skinny minny. I may love other dogs, but I will never love one the way I loved you.
Today is my birthday. I am 10 years old today. Or thereabouts. Mom doesn't really know the exact date of my birth, since I came from the shelter and you know how THAT goes. We just guesstimated about how old I was and counted backward from there. I could be younger. In fact, I'm sure that I AM younger, but try telling anyone that. Mom insists on having a date so we can celebrate. Oh joy. If there is headgear involved, don't call me. HATS are ok. In fact, I already have a pawty hat from my pals Jarvis and Diablo Davis. So just keep the silly, goofy birthday headbands with strange bits and knobs waving all around on your own head, 'k? Do I look like an alien baby to you?? Ahem...as if that were not bad enough to anticipate, it is raining today. Has been all night. And not just rain. THUNDERstorms. I hate thunder. I know, I know, by now I should have learned that it is just noise and isn't actually going to come into my house and kill me. Or so they say. At any rate, I spent a good part of the night panting and pacing. Dad won't allow me up on the bed, so I couldn't get to mom. Then I had a brilliant idea. I'd crawl UNDER the bed, right underneath mom. That way I'd be close and she could be between me and the murderous demons out there. It was a bit tight, as dad has some boxy things under there too (Mom calls them guitar boxes, whatever that is). With some effort and a bit of banging and thumping around, I was able to get on top of one of them and get securely wedged in. Actually it felt pretty good. I could still hear the demons but didn't think they could get to me. What I failed to take into account was getting out. Somehow, getting IN was not a problem. But when I tried to get out, legs and elbows and paws and the noggin seemed to keep bumping into things. I tried stretching one leg out behind me and pulling another leg in and around--no, that didn't work. Maybe if I fold this leg under me and turn my head THAT way...arrgh. So there was nothing for it. I had to whine for mom. She jumped out of bed and peered under at me, and I could just tell she was trying not to laugh. I'm not sure how she managed it, but she pushed that box thing around and gave me space to slip off onto the floor. I shook my head and stalked out, trying to pretend nothing unusual had happened. In fact, I attempted to turn the focal point to the major dust bunnies under there, but I'm afraid it is hopeless.