Once we were on one of our notorious road trips with Kylie, and we were pulling up to our hotel for the evening – which would have been a Motel 6 or Super 8 since not many hotels allowed dogs back then. As we were parking a man who had just stepped out of one of the rooms was staring at us, and looking at us very strangely, which is not a good feeling in that scenario. But as we came to a stop he stepped back in his room and came back out a few seconds later holding his dog.. which looked exactly like Kylie! Well, except that his dog was a greyhound! (This explained the staring and the strange look.. he had seen Kylie in the car and noticed she looked like his dog.) We all laughed about how amazingly similar their coats and markings were even though they were totally different in shape & size.
Another time we were at a fund-raising event for a local animal shelter and saw a couple carrying Kylie’s ‘mini me’. So of course it was totally adorable! We stopped and talked to them as well, it was like the greyhound situation but this time Kylie was the big dog!
Too bad we didn’t take pictures of these other dogs, but it doesn’t matter… because there may be other dogs that look like Kylie either a little of a lot (including the one who lives with us now) but there was only ever ONE Kylie!
There never will be anyone, canine or human or otherwise, as amazing and fabulous and fun and beautiful as our Kylie! She was like a unicorn or an alien, but cuter than either or both, and the world is less without her, as are we.
It’s a sad day. It seems incomprehensible that Kylie has been gone, from the planet but not from our hearts, for seven years. There’s never a day when we don’t think of her and miss her and her beautiful silliness.
For example, we were just talking about how we would be lounging in the living room and Kylie would go out her doggie door and come right back in, then go right back out and come right back in, over and over.. Until somebody would ask “Kylie, what are you doing?” She would respond with a look trying to convey that something very important was happening, and we should come and check it out. Not quite the “Timmy fell down a well” look, but there was definitely a sense of urgency.
After just a few minutes of this excitement one of us girls (aka, suckers) would get up to go see what was going on outside, but as soon as you took a step in her direction, Kylie would bolt to the Cookie Bar all excited! – ‘As long as you’re up, you might as well come over here and give me a cookie!’
Of course we would try and resist and explain to her about The Dog Who Cried Wolf, but since we actually admired her powers of manipulation, she usually did get a cookie out of the deal! Which meant she would play this little trick repeatedly! What can we say… we were happy to be Kylie’s bitches!
Kylie loved everything about christmas, or Kyliemas as we called it (except maybe when we made her stamp her own christmas cards by putting her paw in ink, then on each card)!
But one of her favorite parts was un-stuffing her stocking..
And it was one of our favorite things to see!
Kylie WAS christmas for us, but we miss her all year long.
It was no secret that Kylie loved to go shopping – for toys or treats, or sometimes even new collars, beds, or clothes! [Like the time she let us know which new bed she wanted by peeing on it IN the store so of course we bought it, even thought it was about five times too big for her!]
But Kylie had another version of shopping that she would do without leaving the house. And I don’t mean online shopping.. While Kylie was ahead of her time where the internet is concerned, she wasn’t quite that advanced. I’m talking about every time we got home from shopping how Kylie would stick her head in each and every bag looking for anything we might have bought for her…
And the really impressive part was, every time there was something in one of those bags that was for Kylie, which I must admit was pretty often, she always found it, pulled it out of the bag and claimed it as hers! How did she know?? What told her that one particular little ‘stuffed thing’ was intended for her, not us? Why did she ignore a bag of human goodies but unpack a bag of Kylie treats?
We did fool her once, when we bought a stuffed thing because her “frenemy”, Min, had a birthday coming up… So Min got her present with some teeth marks in it and no doubt smelling like slobber. Kylie seemed pretty pleased with herself about that too!
Kylie just loved laying out in the sun, we would call her a lizard when she would come in from the patio, tongue dragging, panting like crazy. Then she would stretch out on the floor inside, where it was nice and air conditioned, just long enough to cool down so she could head back out there.
We tried getting her an outdoor bed, like a cot so at least she wouldn’t lay directly on the hot pavement, but half the time we would find her laying on the hot pavement directly beside or in front of the the bed. So on extremely hot days we would just close the doggie door and say, “sorry it’s just not good for you.”
Inside the house she would find the sunniest spot she could, even if it was on the hard kitchen floor, but usually that was in one of her window seats. When we lived in apartments and condos where Kylie didn’t have a yard or even windows low enough for her to sit and observe the world, we always made sure she had access to see out at least one window. We even bought her those seats that you attach to the inside of your windows so your cat can see outside. Of course we didn’t tell Kylie they were really for cats – or that they had to be reinforced because she was slightly heavier than most cats!
Then at some point we noticed on her little nose that she had turned really pink, it even peeled a little. She had a sunburn! Yes, dogs can get sunburned! We felt terrible. For awhile we banned her from the west-facing window seat, but she was so unhappy – so we still felt terrible.
So we went to the store and bought the diy window tinting for cars. We got the darkest they had and put it on the window…. problem solved! Well, that problem anyway, there were also the times Kylie got ‘grounded’ from the window seat for barking, and barking, and barking! But that’s another story.
Btw, we also put heating pads in those window seats for when Kylie insisted on watching the snow fall all day long.
During Kylie’s puppyhood in Hawaii, one of our favorite saturday activities was going to garage sales, aka, “garage sale-ing”. Yes, they have garage sales in paradise – and with the cost of living in Hawaii, garage sale-ing was not only fun, it was a necessity!
And no, going to garage sales is not always fun.. but going with Kylie it was always and adventure! Like the time we decided to leave her in the car and just take a quick look at a garage sale that didn’t look particularly promising, then the next thing we knew while we were looking at the goods in said garage, Kylie was at our feet!? How, you ask?? Well in Hawaii you shouldn’t really ever leave a dog in the car because it is always too hot for that, but since it was only going to be a few minutes (and since we’ve mentioned before we were bad parents) we thought it would be ok if we left the windows about 1/3 of the way down (not just a couple inches). But we definitely did not consider it would even be conceivable that she could climb out, or would for that matter since that left a somewhat significant drop, but We Were Wrong!
“How did you get here?!” we asked her. She answered with a simple, self-satisfied wag. Then there was the time we were walking away from a garage sale and Kylie had rolled over on her back and was squirming around, kicking her feet in the air, which was quite cute and funny until we realized, she was rolling around on a dead frog!! [We later learned that this was a ‘thing’ with Kylie, rolling on smelly things. But as this was early on, we were fairly appalled at the time.]
But there was one thing that was a regular ocurence on our garage sailing adventures.. You may have already read about Kylie’s rescue fund, that turned into Kylie’s allowance once she stopped destroying things. Well thought it was important that Kylie learn the value of a dollar, so when we went to garage sales, she would bring along some of her own money and she could pick out whatever she wanted. Kids’ stuffed animals were ideal toys for her, and getting them for a buck or less was also ideal since she would shred them in short order.
The problem was the people hosting the garage sales would without fail say, “Oh, she’s so cute! She can just have that,” referring to whatever stuffed thing had appealed to Kylie. So we would explain, no, she can’t just have it because we are trying to teach her the value of a dollar! We didn’t want her to think she could always get by, just by being cute!
Of course some people were amused, others thought we were nuts no doubt. But it must have kind of worked, because Kylie truly liked to tear up paper, yet she never ever tore up money.
Today on the news and on the internets was the story of Eclipse, the “urbanized” lab who lives in Seattle and gets on the bus all by herself and gets off at the stop for the dog park!
It definitely seemed like something Kylie would have done. In her first home with us in the high-rise in Honolulu, Kylie would lay on the floor for hours looking out the windows that went all the way to the floor, watching the bus stop across the street. We always thought it was probably like watching tv for her, and she would keep track of who got on and off every day and at what time. Now however it seems plausible that she was plotting.. “I’ll bet that bus would take me to the park (or beach or where ever Kylie wanted to go on a particular day), if I could just get down to that bus stop!”
Then when reading some of the comments on the article about Eclipse, many of which were criticizing her parent for being so irresponsible, which we can definitely relate to (obviously since there is an entire category on this blog dedicated to our “bad parenting”), this one was especially relatable:
My dog would do this if she could. She’s a Shiba and thus incredibly independent. Every time I leave her in the car to run into a store, I come back to find her in the driver’s seat. One day she’ll just speed off as soon as she sees me coming out of the supermarket, because she can be a jerk like that.
We not only would often find Kylie in the driver’s seat when she was left alone in the car, we sometimes had to return to the car quickly because she was impatiently honking the horn! Seriously! There were witnesses, and they would ask.. How did you teach her to do that? To which we would answer, “Why would we teach her to do that?” We didn’t.. She did!
Kylie was very urbanized!