One day back in hawaii one girl had made a very delicious, very chocolate cheesecake. And another girl had a big slice complete with oreo cookie crust, on a plate on the coffee table and went back to the kitchen for a fork.
She came back into the room to see Kylie, front paws on the coffee table, with the entire piece of cheesecake in her mouth!!
She made a break for it.. the girl shouted, “STOP!” And she did, but she held on to the cheesecake and just froze in her tracks… Then with a second shout and an order to “Drop It,” she did.
She dropped the cheesecake, though she did get a good taste – then she dropped and pretended to be really sorry when the stern, mommy finger pointed at her.
Problem was, it was hard to scold her because we were laughing!
Can’t blame a girl for trying!
In that same new jersey apartment where Kylie attacked the sprinklers on a nightly basis, she also gained access to her first doggie door – sort of…
Behind the apartment was an open space and a large ravine between us and a tree line. On occasion we would spot a fox or even a couple of deer – yes, in new jersey. Anyway… We had put a stool under the window looking out that direction that was the perfect height for Kylie to sit and gaze. Then at some point we started opening the window and letting Kylie hop out, sniff around, pee if need be, then hop back in. Of course then it became quite convenient, especially first thing in the morning or late at night to open the window, let Kylie out, go do what you gotta do, wait for Kylie to jump back in, and close the window. I know right, bad parenting!
Especially the time when she jumped out the window and right into the face of a great big dog on a leash who was unpleasantly surprised to see her. Or the time when I let her out mid-evening, and since it was cold, I shut the window while waiting, got distracted and about fifteen minutes later remembered, “Holy Crap, Kylie’s outside!!” I put on shoes and opened the front door prepared to go out and search, but there she was sitting right outside the door. She looked up at me like “what the heck is wrong with you?”
Fortunately Kylie was (usually) quick to forgive.
Here’s a friday night movie for all you Kylie fans! It’s an action Flick..
Kylie used to do this every night in the summer in our New Jersey apartment. And the sprinklers didn’t come on until 11 PM!
We learned what we were dealing with very early on in our relationship with Kylie. She had come to live with us in September and at the time, one of the girls was working on art installations at a club in waikiki along with a very cute boy named Gary. So we two girls were constantly going on and on in front of Kylie about Gary this and Gary that, and basically swooning as girls will do in their 20’s.. Gary, Gary, Gary.
One evening that October, we were taking dinner to a couple coworkers at the club including the cute boy, Gary. Kylie was with us because even though she had only been living with us for a matter of weeks she had already become our constant little sidekick – besides she needed more driving lessons! We got out of the car and the guys walked out to meet us and as soon as Gary came out and we said “Hi Gary,” Kylie took off running toward Gary. Up to this point, we had observed that Kylie was a little scared or intimidated around men, especially tall men and Gary was over 6 feet tall; but she ran straight up to him dropped on the ground and rolled over on her back wagging her tail.
Naturally Gary bent down and rubbed her belly and told her how cute and sweet she was. While he was doing that Kylie, and we are not making this up, looked over at us with an unmistakable expression on her little face.. “Ha ha! The cute boy likes me and is petting me – not you!” Our jaws dropped and we looked at each other like what have we gotten ourselves into!? After their little interlude Kylie was just so pleased with herself, and we were aware for the first time of how in-tune she was with us. And we were aware of what a piece of work she was!