My little baby puppy, deemed me "girl with the dog" 7 years ago at the same apartment complex that I would meet my husband at, is all growed up. 7 long yet incredibly short years old! He was just a wee little thing, my pride and joy, and originally not mine. My roommate at the time made the decision to bring him home (he was born in Oklahoma!) and after some inappropriate doggy handler behavior, I announced him mine, paid for his vet bills, and took him home to my parents house. Where he's never left, and now that their house is empty, has made himself quit comfortable sharing my parents bed at night.
//October when we first got him!//
//Being goofy//baby snuggles//
For anyone that knows me or has met me, they know that I talk about my dog a lot. Or I post a lot of pictures of him. Sorry not sorry. He's my Kiefy Baby.
//Hey Mom!//little babyyyy//
Kiefer loves tennis balls and licking the back of your legs as he walks by. He is scared of shadows and big objects-especially the sprinklers, but will bark something fierce at someone who rings the doorbell, even though he is safely in the protection of being in the living room across the house. He loves getting the backs of his ears scratched, and is happiest to greet you with an array of bones or balls to throw for him immediately upon arrival. He enjoys playing catch instead of fetch, and doesn't like to walk on wet grass. His goofy face with his ears up and smiling with his tongue out is my favorite. He has never barked to get your attention, but will knock the blinds over at the back door or hit you repeatedly with his paw. He loves holding hands when I drive, and is the best at making dinosaur noises when he's excited or needs his bone that is out of reach. He thinks he's the size of a lap dog, especially when he's trying to pull/claw/jump his way up into your lap at the dinner table. Sorry pup, 70lbs is no joke, but looks so So so cute when he's curled up asleep on one side of the couch. He prefers to lay down to eat, and will pull his bowl so it's right next to him so no one else can get it. He loves his t-shirt, it's SO funny when we put socks on him, and he has separation anxiety when we take his collar off.
He has personality for days, and is super goofy. But don't let that full you-he's smart as a whip too! As a puppy he used to wait until my alarm went off to jump on the bed with me and share my pillow as I snoozed, and I could let him out to pee from my 2nd story apartment, and he would go down the stairs to pee on the grass and come back up all by himself.
//My ball//If it fits, I sits, I mean lay//
//Don't judge me//
//Sleepy Kiefy//
//See how I love pillows?//
//My ears are like this naturally//
//Yawwwwwn//
//I stay fashionable//
//Not too sure about these//
So Happiest of Birthdays, Kiefy! Remember that one time I got you a plastic ice cream cone toy for your birthday several years ago and you shredded it right there in front of me? Good times.
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
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