It's the CAT

Today Kali and I figured out the big mystery of who the favourite really is. Turns out we were not even in the running. Sure I am her favourite big dog, Kali is her favourite little girl dog and Moe is her favourite boy dog but as far as straight across the board favourite, it is the cat. Yep, she who must not be named is her all time favourite four legged companion.

Evidence includes:

• she sleeps ON Georgia
• she is let in and out of the house at will
• she wakes Georgia up at 3:00 am to be patted - and she is!
• she is allowed on the furniture
• her food tastes better - way better, I steal it all the time so I know
• she is allowed to bully us all with no repercussions

And most importantly

• she said so

Conversation over, mystery solved, favourite identified.

Is this for real, where do these things keep coming from?

Ok, take a look at the pictures and try to determine what is wrong.






Yes, that is right, there are three Pomeranians in those pictures. THREE POMERANIANs!

THREE!

THREE!

Why are there three, I am sure I have heard Georgia say, "I should have stopped at one." She managed to do that with her human puppy, why can she not do it with these little dog things?

Apparently Midnight is just visiting Camp Kalimoe for a week, I have seen her here before so I am not sure if that is true or not.

Loving the leash

I was out for a walk the other day on leash and Georgia was being a bit anxious, she wanted to let me off leash so I could "be free" but it was a bit too busy where we were walking - lots of opportunities to eat other dogs and scare people. As her anxiety heightened her friend Jillian pointed out that I was perfectly relaxed and happy on my leash, my body was relaxed and I was just sniffing around.

Jillian was right. I am just happy to be out and about, smelling smells, marking bushes and being with my pack. I don't need to run free, I am happy and do not get into trouble when I am on leash. I am glad Jillian was there to point out the obvious to Georgia because now we walk on leash without the nagging anxiety and concern. if it is a leash walk, it is a leash walk.

Thanks Jillian.

Guest Dlogger - Kali Argyle

Hi,
I have been following Charlotte's dlog with a lot of interest these past three weeks. Most of what she has to say in an accurate reflection of our life here at camp Kalimoe. I do take issue however with her "evidence" about her being MY mom's favourite. Really, anybody can look around and find evidence to support whatever position they want to take, in fact we are generally inclined to do just that as it avoids the discomfort that comes from uncertainty.

So rather than create a false reality in order to comfort yourself let me give you certainty about this one thing.

I AM MY MOTHER'S FAVOURITE!

It is pretty simple and requires no other discussion.

But if you need convincing let me point out:

• I sleep in my mom's bed - under the covers - all night
• I am the first face she looks into every single morning and she greets me with kind words and kisses
• She brushes me every day
• I am the only one with a rain jacket, you and Moe have to get wet when it rains
• She breaks all of my food up into teeny, tiny pieces, an indication of her heightened concern for my personal well being
• I sit on her lap - I have never seen you there.
• Oh, and those screams of "delight" you mentioned when you licked her, that is NOT delight, that is disgust.

There is more, much, much more but lets not depress you with the facts. Be happy with your secondary status and when your mom gets back you can be her favourite.

Your mom is coming back right?

Breaking the law on Baker street

MOM, what kind of a person have you left me with? Look at this photographic evidence of her leading me into a life of crime. That is me, on Baker street, in broad daylight. I can read, I saw all the "no dog' signs posted everywhere but she made me do it.

She had some kind of story about a Margarita, long walks home and  trekking back across town to reclaim the car. Why one bad choice has to lead to another I do not know but I am not entirely comfortable breaking the no dogs on Baker street law. What's next? An off leash run around Lakeside park?

The only upside to this situation is my growing comfort with other dogs, tons of people and the busyness of the streets. I am a pretty darn good doggy.

The ultimate lick

Since being here I have been trying to give Georgia a really, really good lick. You know those slobbery ones that cover a lot of surface and really convey the totality of your love and appreciation for someone? Yah, that kind of lick. Well today was the day, ooooeee it was a good one. I know I got my message of love across because Georgia reacted with intense enthusiasm. She leaped up, she screamed and she ran around saying my name with a lot of emphasis.

The tone was a bit off, kind of confusing actually as it did not seem to reflect what I saw as her delight and excitement. Perhaps she was not ready for that direct of a communication. I did lick her right across the face...while she was talking...and did get the inside of her mouth and nose...perhaps you need to have a better relationship with a human before you do that..

I will have to try a variety of licks of different intensity and see where the acceptable threshold is based on 6 years of knowing a human.

IT'S NOT THE FOOD! I can not believe this, I was so sure that Kali and Moe had better food than I did, I mean it tasted better, I ate more of it and I refused to share because it was so good. Then today I watched Georgia scoop food right out of my bowl and put it in Kali and Moe's bowl. Same food but still way better when I eat from their bowl. It must be the bowl.

MOM, you have to get a bowl like this. I have included a photo for reference, they might sell them in the Cayman Islands where you are working. You can bring me one when you come home.

You are coming home right?

How? How is this happening?

How is happening? I am so sure I am bigger than Kali, much bigger, 16 times bigger. HOW does she end up getting the big dog bed? My dog bed? And then how do I settle for the little dog bed, the one that is so small I can not even get my torso on it, so small you can not even tell I am laying on anything and the edges are digging into my side and I toss and turn all night from discomfort.

But not Kali, no not Kali. She sleeps peacefully on my bed with my bones as if she owns the place. One day I am going to put her in her place.

Dear Mom

Dear Mom,
I want you to consider this request. While I have been at camp Kalimoe I have noticed that their food is WAAAYYYYY better than mine. I mean, Georgia fills Kali and Moe's food bowl and I just gobble it down, it is so delicious. I can not tell you the brand but I can tell you it looks a lot like mine only the bag is much smaller.

It is so good mom, please, please get this food when you come home.

You are coming home right?