I am Khan

Prelude:  Khan wrote this about 10 days ago.  I was waiting to post it till I got a new picture of him.  But in the meantime, we have received an adoption application for Khan.  So, I thought I would post Khan's blog before he goes to see if he wants to live with the new people.

 My racing name was PGs Khan, they call me Khan.  I am 3 years old and taller than the dogs I live with.  I am Black.  I have 4 white feet and a white chest and underside.  My teef are beautiful and my front top teef are vewy long.  When people rub my chin, they can feel my top K9s.  I have white hairs on my back.  The man says, I want to be grey, so, I am growing in white hairs.  The lady says I have a Red undercoat, which she can see when I am in the sun light.

I like getting petted.  I like being gently held and petted and have words said to me.  Macho and River lay on the floor with the lady, and they look like that is heaven.  I would like to try that, I think.  I watch them and want to ask her to lay with me, but Macho and River will not allow her to get on the floor without one of them being right there.  They have made it clear that that they get most of the attention.  The lady takes time with me and sits on the stairs so I can come to her.  I stand with my side against her and she rubs me.  I press harder against her cause it feels so good, and she just keeps petting and holding me.  It is the second best part of my day.

Khan in the snow

The bestest part of my day is running in the yard.  They have a nice yard here, and I have figured out that I can run.  Macho will sometimes run with me, since I am faster than him, he gets grumpy then he cheats while running.  The best part is having the yard to myself and the lady comes out to watch me run.  She tells me I can run, and jogs in the yard to show me what she wants me to do, and I go and show her how fast I am!  I love the feeling of running.  I am fast, it feels so good:  I am a confident, proud, happy dog when I am running in the yard.  I run 8 figure 8s in the yard when she is watching, then I run to her when I am done.  She rubs me and tells me I did good, and she hugs me.  I am hot and panting, but she doesn’t care, she just keeps petting me and talking to me.  I like that.  Then she asks if I am done and together we walk back to the house.  I hold my head high and my arch is out of my back when we walk together, I know she is proud of me.

The other part of the day I like is the food part.  We get fed twice each day.  I have figured out where MY bowl is, and that the humans won’t take the food away while I am eating.  They don’t like it when I eat the other dog’s food.  I know it is theirs, but for a while, they were leaving part of their food just for me. Not anymore, so I don’t get to eat as much as I did when I first got here.  We also get treats here.  The others line up for their treats.  I stay on the bed next to the man’s chair, where I am safe and out of the way.  The lady makes sure I get treats too.  If I am feeling especially insecure, I will go in the other room when she brings a treat for me.  She leaves it on that bed, and keeps the others away from it so I can get it.  I sleek to the bed and snatch the treat and eat it.  She likes us to have Milk bones.  I don’t really like Milk Bones, but they are fun to crunch.  After I crunch them, I eat the big pieces and leave the crumbs for the others.

At the end of the day, we all go upstairs and go to bed.  We sleep on dog beds on the floor.  It feels good to lie down knowing the other dogs are with me.  I know that if I get scared the humans will get up to comfort me, and that if I need l go out, I can tell Ace and he will get the man up.  I feel safe, loved, and content when we are all sleeping together, and look forward to what things I can do tomorrow.

I hope the people that adopt me are patient and kind.  And I hope they will occasionally take me for a walk.