Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Yukky SpitItOuts

Uncle Rowdy! I DID find the treasure box! Yummmmmm nice! I don't know why the mommas get so uptight about me nosing around in it - that's pure gold in there! I also don't know how they always know when I've been poking around in there. That grey sandy clay-looking stuff stuck to my face? That could come from ANYWHERE! Really. Uhm, yeah.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Let it Snow!

Well, less than a month 'til Christmas (I'm told it's VERY exciting). And it snowed last night. And I think it's here to stay. It's -20 today (that's Canadian -20 by the way). And you know what? It's GREAT! I LOVE THE SNOW! I go a wee bit crazy critter whenever I step outside and remember that there's snow! Whooo-hooooo! Who knew that life held such sweet surprises?

Got to go to the farm again today. All those lovely farm smells are only made better with a little sprinkling of snow. Totally irresistable! Seriously. But my feet sure did get cold quick! I've never felt it this cold before. But the cool thing is? I just had to start to whimper and plant my butt and stick my back legs straight out in front? And I got picked up and carried! Sweeeeet! I gotta remember that one for when I get older.

Oh yeah, and I got my picture taken a bunch of times, so check out the pix link for more of - that's right - ME! when you get a chance.

Friday, November 24, 2006


I love this stuff! Why didn't anyone tell me about it sooner? In fact I worry just a tiny tiny bit that I may be developing a problem with it. My bonie is the first thing I go for when I walk into a room these days. I chew and chew and chew and every once in a while I get a decent-sized chunk off. And when that happens? I just want to be alone in the corner with it. Is that wrong?

Wednesday, November 22, 2006


I didn't get a chance to write yesterday, 'cuz I was CRAB-BY! The mommas called me Rangytang. Whatever. You know those days when nothing seems to go right? That was my yesterday. Maybe I was bored. I don't know. All I know is that my many many many toys held little allure. So being a resourceful gal, I turned my attentions to other entertainment, and I thought the mommas would be pleased: I found a loose loop in the carpet and pullllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllled it (got a rise of momma c for that!), I barked alot and chased a Leave It or 2 (a really good loud rise), I jumped onto a coffee table AND then a couch (another rise), and I nibbled momma c's nose - and that's right, you guessed it - got yelled at for that too. Apparently it was too rough or something. Sheesh! There are just so many complications to this life I've got to figure out. Who'dve thought that amusing myself could get me so many scowls in one night?

On the up side, the mommas are paying WAY more attention to me tonight. Got to go for a big long ramble, THEN a big play, and momma j's teaching me a new trick for treats: "Spin" (I've got "Sit", "Down" and "Shake a Paw" pretty much down, for this week anyway.....)

Monday, November 20, 2006

The Leave Its

Phew! What a busy weekend! Some truck rides (check me out below - guarding the truck - ain't nobody gonna mess with me nohow, no?!), shopping expeditions with the mommas, a trip to the farm and the wide open prairie where I got to run freeeeeeee! Even got some footage of my trip. Check out the link. Over there. There. ------> And down a little.

It's busy being a puppy, for sure.

SO. Those weird growling hissing things I'm sharing the pad with? I've figured out they're called Leave Its. (I mean, who couldn't figure THAT out? I get told EVERY time I go near them for a sniff or a teensy taste: "LEAVE IT!" OKAY! I get it! They're Leave Its! NOW can I taste one?) But I just don't ~get~ them. They make some totally great noises that really crank me up and make me want to play, but then they never ever follow through. In fact they ignore me! Can you believe it!? They stroll away, flicking those tantalizing tails RIGHT AT me, or they run! Even MORE my type! Between you and me? I'm getting a little frustrated. We're just not speaking the same language right now, and I think I'm making myself pretty #@%* clear when I bark and dance and jump for them. Dumb Leave Its.

Friday, November 17, 2006

Mounties & Other Coolness

Today I went to the best place! OMG! It smelled fantastic! I couldn't see the sign from my spot in the back seat of the truck, but I'm told it's called the RCMP Training Academy, or as the locals call it, "Depot". It's where all the RCMP in Canada go for their cadet training - kinda like puppy school for Mounties. They learn all kinds of important stuff there, stuff that they need to know to be good cops. And I was only there for an hour or so, but I learned alot too! I learned that Mounties are the nicest people! Almost everybody there that saw me gave me treats, and scratches, and cootches, and hugs and kisses, and told me how beautiful I am (it's obvious they're all really smart people!) I learned about noises like car alarms and sirens and drill corporals yelling. I met people in uniforms and people of all shapes and sizes; just so MANY people! They were travelling in big herds and little herds; some were even out on their own! I was tempted to round 'em all up but really? They seemed to be doing pretty well without me. In fact some of the herds I saw already seemed to have a herder, and man, those guys were good! That one person would yell, and the whole group would do what he said! Amazing! I'm SO gonna have to work on that with the people here at home.....

Thursday, November 16, 2006

What's in a name?

I've been asked about my name. Kinka. Well, the story goes like this. I was born with a little curl in the tip of my tail, a little twist like a fiddlehead or a cinnamon bun. Mmmm. Cinnamon buns! Anyway, my tail has stayed that way, all tightly curled at the end. So my first people family started calling me Kinky. 'Cuz of my kinky tail. But my new people family didn't think they liked that. For some reason that I don't get, they didn't want to have to stand in the middle of the dog park, or the street, or puppy class, shouting, "KINKY!" That sounds okay to me, but they didn't think so. So after many many days and evenings of coming up with puppy names (Momma J even asked her radio listeners for their help), they came up with Kinka. It's an Australian Aborigine word that means "laughing". And since I do keep 'em laughing, AND I'm an ACD, AND I've got a kinky tail, it totally fits! So here I am. ta DA!

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

I'm all aloooooone....

Nobody told me there'd be days like this! That first week in the new digs, life was great! Constant attention from the mommas, lots of go outside, exploring, even a couple of road trips - oh YEAH! Then THIS week? Can you believe it? The days go like this: We wake up. They play with me. We go outside like maybe twice (only twice?), they give me breakfast, a couple of stuffed Kongs (okay I'll admit THOSE are pretty tasty), and then what the?? They're gone! Vamoose! And suddenly I'm all by myself in my pen in the kitchen, watchin' the world go by. *sigh* Oh sure, they come home to check on me and everything, but it's just not the same. Tell me, what's a girl to do? Kongs and squeakies and bones and water dishes and my good stuffed friend Pinky Tuskadero and hidden treats and napping and playing and barking only last someone of my admittedly limited attention span so long, for goodness sake! What am I supposed to do with the rest of my time?

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Never mind the cheese

Those dried chicken strips that my moms get at Costco? Deee-LISH-us! AND they give me gas. Yeah. Sorry about that. Can I have another one?

Monday, November 13, 2006

Well. Where do I begin? I'm new to this whole blogging thing; I'm quickly realizing that my lack of thumbs makes for tough typing here, so bear with me please. Week 1 with my new family was a roaring success! Lots to report but I'll start with my mommas, 'cuz I DO love them already, even if they're a little slow on the uptake sometimes. They're good people, and true to my ACD heritage, I'm quickly getting them whipped into shape. I've already got them both trained to "GO OUTSIDE" (as they put it) as often as possible! (Man, do I love it out there! Lots of leaves and bark chips to munch on, cool birds to watch and bark at, a great pop-bottle soccer pitch, good places to dig and hide and... I can ~almost~ squeeze myself through the fence to the other side where, I'm just positive, the grass is greener! Mental note: Must explore that further. IF I can remember. ) Anyway, yeah. Back to my moms. They've sure learned alot in a short time! And for some reason they're totally pumped when I poop or pee out in the yard! They'll start chanting "DO IT!" and "GOOD GIRL!" as soon as I squat. I have to tell you it's a little embarrassing and they sound totally dumb, but I just let them keep on chanting 'cuz I get a treat EVERY time. And I don't know if they realize it yet, but I've started holding it when I'm in the house, just so I can get more treats when I go outside! Sometimes I even squat twice in one trip - ha ha! TWO treats! Yup. I've got this one all figured out. Speaking of which.... I gotta go!
Next post - let's talk about these weird growling hissing things that I'm supposed to be sharing the new digs with.