Age: 13 Years Sex: Male Weight: 100+ lbs
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Dogster stats for Khalahari (a.k.a. Khali)
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Khali-Boy, Cowboy, Khali-Whalie, Marky Mark, Spaz, Big Wimp, Fraidy-Cat... but as a puppy, I was best known as "Mouth-like-a-chain-saw-Khali".
Walking, Eating, Cuddling on the sofa, Westling with my sister Loki, Drooling while masters are eating, Visiting my grand-master's cottage.
Waiting for the W-A-L-K, Meeting other dogs while on-leash, Scary Hot Air Balloons, Peeing in the rain, Slippery floors, Stairs, Fetching, Being awake, The girl vacuuming the sofa, Nail clipping sessions, Ear inspections, Visits to the vet.
I have no use for toys... those are for my immature sister Loki (a v. silly black lab).
Peanut butter and banana sandwiches... drool...
Fairmont park or the Arboretum.
Food goes here!
Apparently I was a very bad dominant puppy... but whatever! I don't remember that part. My owners (the boy and the girl), tell me stories about having to hire a 'professionnal' to make me into a better individual. Rumour has it that it took me a few months to learn to relax and let my owners assume the 'alpha' roles. Actually, it had its advantages - it meant that I could now spend my days lying on the couch, knowing that 'the boy' and 'the girl' had everything under control.
Today, I am much older and I'm told that I'm 'good as gold'. I'm pretty grateful that they didn't give up on me. I like them A LOT. They come home from work to me EVERY DAY! That never fails to astound me... so every time they walk through that door, I proceed to lose my mind!
My registered name with my original breeder (Rinduur Kennels) is "A Yeoman's Pride". I was born of 2 champion Ridgebacks on January 8, 2000 with 10 littermates.
I am not however a show dog (although of show quality, I'm sure!) I am one of three beloved pets (a childish black lab and a grouchy old cat) in my Ottawa household.
I've Been On Dogster Since:
|October 20th 2004
||More than 9 years!
I Was In The:
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
November 3rd 2006 5:19 am
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Today my masters (the boy and the girl) left me a note. It reads:
The dishes made of stainless steel in the corner of the kitchen floor are yours and contain YOUR food. The other dishes are ours and contain OUR food. Please note that placing a nose print in the middle of our plates or leaving drool stains on our meal does not stake a claim for it becoming your dish and food, nor do we find that enjoyable in the slightest.
Also, we cannot buy anything more comfy than the two large size futons and the numerous pillows and blankets we have for you to lie on. We are very sorry about this. Do not think that we (i.e., the girl) will sit on the floor or switch places with the boy to ensure your comfort. Dogs can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep, they do not need to be draped over someone (i.e., the boy) and be out-stretched to the fullest extent possible.
Furthermore, we do realize that you are a Ridgeback from South Africa… however, it is not necessary for us to swap places so that you can sleep on the spot that happens to have the hot sun shining on it. Just be pleased that you are allowed on the furniture and are always covered in pyjamas and blankets.
All our love,
The boy and the girl
October 28th 2004 11:32 am
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God forgive me for it has been 7 days since my last diary entry (I went to catholic obedience school).
Not much has happened this week. However, on Wednesday someone came to our front door and interrupted my afternoon nap. This stressed me to no end and after a few ‘stress yawns’ I picked up a box of Kleenex and proceeded to shred its contents all over the living room floor. When the boy and girl came home, I tried to fabricate a story about feeling ‘under the weather’ and needing some tissues for my sniffles…
But they didn’t buy it… and I felt great shame.
I must get over this habit of destroying things when stressed. Once, my grand-masters (on the girl’s side) came in and left some mail for the boy and the girl. I was so stressed afterwards, that I picked up a wooden picture frame and chewed it to pieces. As luck would have it, that particular picture frame contained a photograph of the grand-masters in question, so I pretended that I was trying to provide them with a picture ID of the suspects…
But they didn’t buy that story either… and I felt great shame.
October 22nd 2004 7:51 am
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Today is Friday... my owners are always exceedingly happy on Fridays. Something to do with 'the weekend'. You'd think that they don't like going to 'work ' or something. (I'm not quite sure what 'work' is but I figure that all humans meet in some huge park everyday and go for a long W-A-L-K.).
Anyway, I am spending the day lying comfortably on the couch under my 'blankie'... but now I've gotten up to turn around and it's no longer on me. So I'm quite as cozy anymore. Maybe if I dig it up, I can back underneath it.
Opps, I've dug too hard and made a hole in the sofa cushion. Hey, what's all this white fluffy stuff... v. cool! Looks so fuzzy and warm! I'll just try and get under that!
Ahhh... that's nice.
Somehow, I feel that I've done something wrong... I feel that this is not quite right... ah well, I'll just sleep on it... and maybe this guilty feeling will pass. They should be home soon and they'll understand. Everyone knows that a Ridgeback needs to stay warm... c'est la vie!
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