Mr. Klondike has generously taken time out of his busy schedule to personally write the following entry:
My Catering Department (aka Mieko) sometimes puts treats in chewy toys, thinking that doing so would amuse me. I say she is wrong. If she wants me entertained, she should just give me more treats! And more often! It’s simple!
She’s not entirely dumb, though. She immediately noticed when I destroyed my brand new Snoop this morning. She took it upstairs to my friend and Agent (aka Bill) asking to replace it with an extra large Kong when he gets to PFE next time. Which probably means I will get more peanut butter. Always a great idea!
I’m a little disappointed about losing the Snoop, though. I actually liked the way the treats rolled around while I worked on it.
Klondike never tires of honing his craft and worked his tail off to get Super Star status in Talent 2, a second level tricks class run by the always awesome Bravo!Pup. There’s no doubt that Klondike loves training class. On the way to to class he may lay lazily on the backseat of the car, but coming back he’s sitting fully upright and in full sniff mode. And for a day or two after training class there is definitely a little bit of extra spring in his step and perhaps a bit more assertiveness in the demands he puts on his staff.
But Klondike’s life isn’t just the hard work of training.
Here Mr. Klondike has decided to personally take a few moments from his busy schedule to chat with two member of his Tokyo Fan Club, who have made the journey to Northern California to meet him, my niece Hanako and sister-in-law Keiko,
This is Klondike playing with a smaller dog at a local park. It’s really interesting (and kind of a source of pride for me) to see how gently Klondike adopts his playstyle so as not to hurt or overwhelm a dog probably fifty pounds lighter than himself.
12:19 PM. Bill puts his Whole Foods falafel and tomato sandwich in the toaster oven to enjoy with a coconut water and a quinoa salad. Hey, Hey!!!! This is Northern California!
12:20 PM. Klon gets a large lamb femur bone.
12:44PM: Klon has reduced his bone to a few splinters and is headed up the stairs to see if Bill needs any help with with taxes.
The above shot was taken yesterday, Saturday, on the scale at Pet Food Express after a nice romp at Point Isabel. Scale says 97.6 which is great – a previous weigh-in had him just north of 100 pounds, which is a bit much. Of course, he may have cheated this time, either by gulping helium when the PFE staff and I were distracted or by leaning against the wall next to the scale. Will re-weigh and see.
My sister-in-law Sachiko is in town and joined Klondike and me on a short Strawberry Canyon Fire Trail hike. A few pics…
This is right near the top of the canyon. It’s really a part of Berkeley Hills and overlooks the entire cities of Berkeley and Oakland. Klondike was happily trotting ahead when the city came into view and he paused to look.
End of the trail. I think it was a good walk for everyone.
But our morning was far from concluded.
Turns out that Klondike has some business at Pet Food Express on Telegraph Avenue.
Here he is behind the counter explaining the many benefits and pleasures of raw lamb femur bones.
And here’s Klondike doing some in-person employee coaching and development.
Today felt like Winter. Cold, some drizzle, and dark early. All of these things are probably a plus to a certain four footed friend bred to sleep with the herd in the often snow covered Pyrenees Mountains, and recently in possession of an ultra thick winter coat. The same wagging quadruped who galloped into the media room at around 6:00 in the evening demanding yet another walk.
After a quick stop at Pet Food Express, where the Klon scored some cookies and reminded some kittens at an adoption event that he was in the house, we headed off the Cesar Chavez Park, attached to the Berkeley Marina.
As many of you know, Klon is not a car guy – it was a struggle just to teach him to get in the car and he rarely looks happy while being chauffeured around, but his PFE express experience must have left him feeling pretty good. He started his ride to the park with head all the way out the window and then decided to ride with his front paws resting on the center console – he probably would have moved all the way to the front if the restraint system had let him.
The rest was strangely serene. Forty five minutes of walking around the park’s perimeter, enjoying the crisp air and quiet of the shore. It was pitch dark except for the lights of San Francisco and Oakland, both visible across the bay, the light on Klondike’s collar, and every once in a while the flashlight function on my iphone. I have the feeling Klondike was seeing perfectly, next time I’ll bring a head lamp.
Got back from Japan yesterday and celebrated my return to the US early this morning with a Klondike and Mieko Point Isabel dog park romp.
I know in my heart-of-hearts that if left entirely to his own devices Klondike would probably prefer Pet Food Express to the dog park (seriously, he loves the place.) We let him off leash and he seemed to have fun playing pick-up tag with some of the other dogs, digging at a gopher hole, and going for a brief swim followed by a long shaking session.
Chris, his dog walker, takes him to Point Isabel three times a week but since he’s made a habit of entirely blowing off her recall commands (usually with delighted, laughing, Dogbert like tail wags) he has lost off leash privileges with her. Perhaps he’ll figure out the error of his ways but I’m not holding my breath.