doglets: (kato me)

Throughout Kato illness we did the bargaining thing. One more Christmas (we got two), one more Landmark with people she feels content with (Martello Tower with J &S), one more summer, one more walk with people she adores (thanks G & J) one more visit from P&B so she could chew P’s beard (we had several), one more science defying back from the brink (she did a few) and she saw me through my cancer.

But at the end, it comes down to one more day, one more hour, just five more minutes. What I wouldn’t give to just rest my face on her soft head and inhale that wonderful, warm smell of Kato. Kato never grew up, the eternal puppy, so it feels like she went too soon and we have to remind ourselves that she was 12.5

Losing her has left a huge gap, the house feels too big and the future feels strange.

doglets: (kato age two)

Kato eyed the kind strangers who had appeared in our hall. She considered going through her friends list and giving them the fang.

“Can I go off lead?” Kato asked instead

“Sure you can Sweetness” I said “Run free Angel”

“You taste of crisps again” Kato said, and peacefully drifted away.

doglets: (kato eye)

The entire cast of Wind in the Willows neighbour hipsters were all cardiganed up, bearding around their bins.

“Brown bin only tomorrow” I said wisely, though they never actually take their bins in. Bin Mavericks – probably some obscure hipster band I’ve never heard. I felt Kato prickling at the end of the lead as she went through her Friends List. Canine Brain compared the hipster to the ten people on her friends list.

There was a click and a whirr from inside Canine Deep Thought as she hovered over her three Simons. She moved on remembering none of her Simons have ever been seen in a genuine Dad cardigan with fake leather elbow patches.

A hipster raised his hand.

“He’s Got A Gun!” yelped Kato and engaged full doing it in her pants defensive. Her spine fur stegosaurus style as if she had been electrocuted “Oops, my bad, kebab tray”

“Sorry” I said “Take no notice of her, so it’s brown bin when you’re in any doubt and with the grey bin, I find if I crush my boxes...Ouch Kato! Sorry, she must really need the loo”

Kato pulled impatiently at the lead.

“That wasn’t nice Kato” I said “Are you really so desperate to poo?”

“Saving you from yourself, striking up conversations about bins with people under the age of 25” said Kato

doglets: (kato smile)

The park was empty. Just one lady with a shriek of small yappy type dogs and an elderly couple sat on a park bench.

To avoid Miss Lovelace from Trumpton and her squawk of designer dogs, we walked quite close to the elderly couple. The man was smoking a roll-up, the lady was reading a magazine.

“What’s that smell?” asked Kato stopping to sniff the air and turning her gaze on the elderly couple “Is it wee?”

“No Kato” I said and gave the elderly couple a friendly smile. I can’t pull Kato’s lead very hard as when Kato is concentrating on A Thought, Kato forgets Balance Thought and will do a dramatic England footballer collapse.

“So what is it?” Kato still being the Bisto Kid whilst staring at the elderly couple “Is it food?”

“No, just...just walk on Kato”

“Oh My Dog, is it like the napalm you wash my Mary with!!”

I looked back over my shoulder as Elderly Person A passed the roll up to Elderly Person B.

“That Kato, is the smell of skunk weed” 

doglets: (frodi curious)

A young Lolly visited. Labrador / Collie Cross, cute wiggly playful thing called Dotty. Kato immediately sulked and loudly barked at the Whore Dog Intruder. This is Princess Kato Zone and other dogs must not be cuter or have any attention.

Dotty did her play dead trick and then wrestled a tennis ball.

“Amazing” swooned Frodi having a quick groom with his back paw.

“Pathetic” snarked Kato and continued woofing her displeasure at Dotty.

Kato was evicted into the garden. Frodi invited Dotty to see his etchings, one of his earlier works on the living room door called Separation Anxiety.

Kato was bouncing up and down shouting Flea Ridden Slag Bitch and He Touches Sheep through the window.

doglets: (kato me)

I had a bi-lateral mastectomy a few weeks ago and my recovery is frustratingly slow. Kato Walk has been contracted out to freelancers. Frodi happiness is not affected if he doesn’t walk. Kato gets miserable cabin fever if she doesn’t get out every 2-3 days. There are very few people that Kato knows / trusts well enough to be at the other end of the lead. Kato isn’t nasty but shyness makes her stubborn. It has to be someone she has recognition for and is permitted to touch the royal head and issue the royal commands.

Kato view is that this contracted out walking arrangement has worked out most agreeable. Every time the door goes she thinks it’s either G or J, come to take her out.
"Oh" said Kato trying not to look disappointed when I appeared with the lead, looking round me to see if G or J had managed to arrive without her launching herself at them. You know who your friends are when they still come back after being pinned to the floor by 35kg excited dog.

Our usual bread & butter walk is round the local streets but the danger is that we might meet a feline infidel. I’m pretty sore and would have to let go of the lead if Kato did even one of her most half-hearted lunges and she could end up in a busy road.

We had a lift to the park and set off, my goal was Cricket Poo Bin and back, less than 0.4 mile .We reached the poo bin and I had to sit down. I burst into tears and hugged Kato.

One cancer survivor hugging another.

“Sorry it’s so short” I sniffed into her fur

“S’ok” said Kato and stuck her cold wet nose in my eye then licked my face “You taste like crisps”

“We should head back” I said wiping my face with my sleeve

“I’ll do you another poo” said Kato “Always a comfort”

doglets: (kato age two)

I’m afflicted so Kato Walks have been contracted out to freelancers. Frodi likes a walk but can survive without but Kato gets terrible cabin fever.

Yesterday, I ventured outside for a potter round the garden.  A massive sun parasol brolly thing had fallen over our side of the wall from the church next door and was resting on its side. Kato gave the new thing in the garden a wide berth. Frodi was on his wee-round, raspberry bushes, cherry tree stump, brick thing, the place where half a dead pigeon was once found, any dandelions that give him side-eye.

Frodi was running his nose along the fallen Massive Parasol, “Haha” I said “Looks like Jodrell Bank down the garden Frodi...FRODI...oh fook”

I realised Frodi’s interest was not for Space Observation

“OMG” I lettered

I was running, well walking, as fast as a woman just two weeks out of surgery could muster.  Frodi lifted his back left, I was calling out “Nooooooooo”. The world had gone into slow motion.  This is probably in the ten commandments, in the small print of number nine, the one about neighbours that no one ever remembers, thou shalt not urinate on the Lord's UV Patio Umbrella.
"Fro....deeeeee......noooooooo"
Frodi hesitated but was just calculating his angle of delivery, I mustered harder, I wasn’t going to make it....so I threw the nearest thing to hand which was a deflated football. It missed Frodi but bounced off the parasol and hit Kato, luckily this distracted Frodi who lowered his leg.

doglets: (kato age two)
Kato was off-lead until I spotted an off-lead Staffordshire Terrorist. The Staffy seemed fully engaged trying to bury his own head.

Dog Law is that both owners put their dogs on lead until diplomacy with full peace treaty has been established. Not shouting “Don’t worry he’s only playing” as the recipient of the “only playing” may not interpret it as such and instigate defensive manoeuvres. Global Wars have kicked off for lesser misunderstandings
Staffy owner gave me the dog owners secret nod –  and called Drac. I called Kato. Drac ignored his owner. I don’t expect Kato to come on the first call, stepped backwards and nearly fell over her.
“You rang” said Kato wiping her paws
Drac was now running rings around his owner. I however, walked tall and proud with my perfectly trained obedient dog. Kato, however, seemed to have gone into a rock solid Sit Stay which ruined the effect.

“What?” I looked down at her “Oh, you want praise, sorry, who’s a good girl then, clever baby puppy wuppy coming back to mummikins so quick, she’s such a good girly wirly”
I gave Kato a Big Head Ruffle, a Chest Rub and a Sides Wobble.
“Jesus Canine Christ” muttered Kato screwing up her eyes as I went in for another Sides Wobble
doglets: (kato age two)

“Stop staring! Putting me off” scowled Kato

“You so funny when you poo” I laughed “You look like a frog-with-rickets”

I carried on walking. Kato caught me up.

“I’ve pooed” she said scraping her paws to clean them.
"Where? Ohhh...Kato!"

Kato smirked in the direction of some vicious brambles and nettles, then sat watching as I delicately bagged up.

“Ow...ffs, damn nettles” I grumbled “Talk about a double bagger...ewww...what you been eating anyway?”

“That’s not mine” said Kato and glanced towards a perfectly delivered tidy poo on some friendly flat grass
doglets: (kato age two)

We ran out of Kato Incurin tablets aka pissy pants pills. One of the potential side effects of Incurin according to the leaflet is INCREASED ATTRACTIVENESS (leaflet uses caps). Hippy maintains this is not scientifically feasible as the Pretty Sweetness has optimal prettiness. I always thought it meant magnetic attractiveness causing incalculable electrical interference and havoc. Magnetic Kato upsetting compasses and tellys, leaving a trail of crashed satellites and wiped hard drives in her wake.

Frodi has always found his feelings for Kato confusing. On the one paw he is besotted with her but on the other three paws, he sees her as one of the lads. Romantic Frodi brings pond weed bouquets and serenades Kato with “the noise”. Best Mate Frodi likes wrestling with Kato and concedes that, for a girl, she has a remarkable left hook. If Kato and Frodi were a Rom-Com, Frodi would be the geeky man racing to the airport to shout his love to Kato as she went through check-in. But would she turn back?

We need to be sure the Incurin is for Kato’s benefit and not for us being house-proud. A lot of our house is tiled and we‘ve bought rubber backed mats for Kato Spaces. We wash Kato’s sleeping bag daily and have forgotten what colour the sofa is as it’s buried under a million pink wet bed protectors. Vet opinion is she could get sore from urine burns so we stick with the meds.

By DAY FOUR of no pissy-pants pills, zero satellites landed in the garden but no decrease in her prettiness. Frodi seemed as devoted as ever. She did smell of wee though.

doglets: (k and f)

“So” said Frodi “We’re not married after all?”

“Nope” replied Kato

“We’re not Mr and Mrs I-am-Microchipped”

“No, that’s not why it says it on our ID tags”

“We’ve got microchips in our necks” he pondered “Sounds far-fetched to me Katrina”

“That’s what human said”

“So we’re like Stepford Dogs”

“Yep, totally obedient” said Kato “That’s why we’re compelled to obey and if we abscond we get put through a supermarket checkout to get our unique bar code...or something”

Human: Dogs here... DOGS...KATO...FRODI...HERE...HERE

Frodi: Think we should see what she wants

Kato: Nah, fight the chip Man, we’re not numbers we are free dogs

Human: Kato...Froodle ...FFS... any dog...the neighbour’s dog...well don’t have these discarded chips then...oh there you are...

doglets: (kato smile)

“Dogsky!!” it was KGB cat sat on top of a gate post.

“Yo KG how’s it goin’ my main man cat bredren” said Kato

“Did I see you mewing to Da filth last week?” enquired KGB Cat

“Just helping out with enquiries” said Kato glancing over her shoulder at KGB Cat. Kato can just about cope now with close proximity to KGB Cat but avoids full on eye contact.

“Oh look Kato, he’s got a new ID tag” I inspected the ID tag as KGB cat purred rubbing his head in my hand “Awwww, his names...Pepper”

KGB cat immediately stopped purring and gave me a filthy look.
"Just Pepper?" asked Kato "No second name like me?"
"You haven't really got a second name, except at the vets" I replied
"Isn't my surname Microchipped?" she asked

doglets: (kato age two)

Our vets is a specialist for bulldogs. The waiting room sometimes sounds like a Steam Rally event with all the bullies chuffing away.

“Sit” said an owner to his portly looking bully who looked like he needed ironing or at least a few minutes in a trouser press “Sit!”

“How would you even know?” said Kato staring at the bull dogs squat bowed Georgian table legs “Can’t even tell which end is the head and which end is...”

“Don’t finish that sentence” I said

Looking at the rolls of bulldog draped over his creaky frame, Kato has a point, his front end and back end were very similar.

The bulldog snorted and got into something resembling a “sit” but it was more of a “splaaaat” with pools of dogness rippling around him. He looked like he’d partially melted.

The door opened and in came man in a wheelchair with his assistance Rottweiler. Kato actually smiled. Last time she met Assistance Rotty, she found him a calm, soothing presence.

To our surprise Rotty stared down a pug and gave a terse “Fuck you” in the face of a white polar bear dog. This it seemed, was son of assistance rotty, still in training, just hitting adolescence and not always getting his salutations correct.

“MILF!” barked the rotty when he spotted Kato. Kato looked aghast and intently read the small print on posh medical dog food.

“Oy, sexy lady, bet you’re up for it” said the juvenile rotty then turned to the portly bulldog “Do one squash face, I saw her first”

“I think he’s trying to get your attention” I said to Kato

“Lamb bone meal” read Kato “0.15% fructooligosaccharides”

“I’ve got some bone meal here for you hot paws” grunted the rotty straining at his leash

Our vet appeared, Kato shot in the examination room.

It was a positive vet visit, just a re-prescription and a marvel that it’s almost one year since Kato was diagnosed with mast cell cancer. She's mostly very well with just the odd tummy upset. She rarely needs her pain killers.

doglets: (k and f)

There was a knock at the front door. I looked at Canine (in)Security

“Any danger of a bark?” I enquired

“Oy, sheep bothering amigo” said Kato “It’s your turn”

Frodi stood up but trod on his tennis ball which distracted him.

The door knocked again. Frodi was deeply engrossed pushing his tennis ball around with his nose.

I glared.

Kato stood up, stretched, yawned, had an allover shake, then lay back down again. 

“Keeping a dog and barking myself” I grumbled “bark, bark , barky fkn bark”

Hippy had answered the door during the delay and let the builders in. I smiled at them and gave a polite ruff for good measure.

doglets: (kato me)

The Feds were clip-boarded up doing house-to-house enquiries. A Fed spotted me and gave me a cheery wave.

“Shit” I muttered knowing Kato’s attitude to strangers “Just be nice”

“Can I go off lead?” asked Kato spotting a window of opportunity

“No, because you’ll go in someone’s garage again and embarrass me. Just don’t growl and stuff”

“Stuff?”

“The telepathic sock puppet thing – don’t do that” I muttered “Hello officer”

“Are you local?” he asked

“No, guilty, I mean yes” I stammered, acutely conscious of the psychic Kato mind melding and projecting League of Gentleman images. I was a Local Dog Walker for Local...

“Is he friendly?” asked the police officer

“Yes, I mean not really, well strangers, no”

Kato put her back left paw on top of her head so she could wash her Mary. Not being as spritely as she once was she toppled over.

The PC said they were in the area making the community aware of home security. Kato sat up to go through her object identification index. Kato was rummaging in the part of her brain marked “Chewables” and comparing him to a honking mallard she once owned. Kato inhaled the Police Mans shoe. I tugged her lead.

“Bacon” said Kato but luckily it just sounded like a low growl. I gave her a gentle kick. Kato grumbled something that sounded like "Animal Welfare Act 2006"
"Good guarder" said the PC, gave me a leaflet and said something about anything suspicious.
Kato was bored of identifying and was now doing a retching cough.

“She’s been on the grass” I explained and immediately blushed wondering if the PC might think I meant illegal grass type substance and stupidly added “Field grass”

doglets: (kato age two)
A distressed posh lady in the park said she had lost her poodle puppy near the cricket pavilion. She indicated with her hands something about the size of a CD case.
When Kato was at school they did sniffing retrieve lessons. A hanky was sniffed, hidden and then the dogs went to locate it. In an alternate universe, Kato would deeply inhale the poodle puppies lead, raise a wise snooter to the wind and catch the whispers on the breeze. Kato would focus, tuning in with her ancestral canine earth spirits to find the lost puppy. Kato would have her nose to the earth, occasionally raising her head then back to the trail. I imagined Kato getting a rosette and being on the front of the local paper as the hero of the hour. But Kato wasn’t very good at sniffing retrieve lessons, she would head off into the long grass but then have to be retrieved herself. She always got distracted by one blade of grass that looked a bit like Elvis or something.

We did, with all the other dog walkers, have a good search for the lost puppy. My money was on the manic young weimarner who was covering several square metres. The poodle puppy hadn’t been found by the time we finished our walk. L
doglets: (kato age two)

Kato walk be like DFS. It’s new sofa season. We passed four discarded sofas. Kato was drawn to a lavish looking plum sofa. Part of its bed mechanism  was sticking through the cushions surrounded by an ominous stain. Death by sofa bed, we’ve all been there. I’ve never been stabbed by our sofa bed but I have nearly been crushed by its “snap in place” kung fu mechanics. Our two old blue sofas including the homicidal snap dragon sofa will also soon be released into the wilds to await capture by the council.

KGB cat was sat on the back of a beige leather sofa.

“Still wearing his festive Christmas collar” I remarked to Kato “That’s bad luck after the 6th of Jan”

“You want to see me with ladders” smirked KBG cat

doglets: (kato age two)

“Right” I said “I’m going to drop this prescription into the doctors and leave you tied up here behind this tree, I’ll be 1 minute tops”

“One whole minute, that’s a lifetime” Kato looked at me, I could see the forlorn realisation in her eyes that I really was about to dessert her.

“You can see me through the window” I said trying to hold back my own emotions “There is no need to panic”

“Why can’t I come in the shop?” Kato asked sadly, straining at the lead trying to follow “I will be good...please don’t leave me”

“It’s not a shop, it’s like a vets for humans” I said welling up “Just sit nice, remember sit stay from school, don’t growl at anyone, just sit stay...one minute....you’ll be fine...”

“Don’t” said Kato melting my heart with her deep brown wounded eyes. I could hear that gentle canine heart snapping as her beloved human cruelly abandoned her. Years of trust crumbling away, she thought I loved her but here I was callously walking away.
"Kato, really, you're fine" I said sniffing

“DON’T” she whimpered louder

“I love you Kato" I mouthed at her, blowing her a kiss but then “Ouch!..Ah...fk...damn tree”

DON’T walk backwards” said Kato “Was trying to warn but...”

“You know what Kato” I said as I untied her “hippy can drop the prescription off later”

“Bet that smarted” said Kato as we headed home

“Yeah” I agreed

doglets: (kato age two)
A car was slowly trailing us. I turned and it drove past. It reappeared slowly kerb crawling behind us. Read more... )
doglets: (kato age two)

Me: Just keep up, it’s not even funny

KGB Cat: Oy Dogsky, you chasing us or what?

Kato: Can’t...Ha ha ha ha...oh my days, ha ha ha ha...can’t...I’m dying here...I can’t even...oh my...he he he

KGB Cat: What happened to your human?

Kato: Don’t set me off...ha ha ha ha ha...you know fallen leaves disguising slippery mud on the field...ha ha ha ha...and you know how humans can’t balance....

KGB Cat: Ha Ha ha ha ha hee he he....that’s the third one today Dogsky...ha ha ha ha...

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