I will no longer be updating Iron Guide (see below). Instead, I am now writing at my new, personal blog. Though that will be about some of the newer things I'm doing in life, if you want to see updates about Louie, Lester, and now Dusky, add me on Facebook -- there's enough ridiculously cute pictures to go around.

Koji is very, very jealous. Whenever my mom, dad or I try to pet Lester, Koji actually starts scolding us! WOOF woof woof WOOOF WWWWOOOOF. (Translation: "Hey! Why is this kid getting all the love?! What about ME?") Failing that, he tries to nuzzle up to someone to try and steal the attention. Funnier still, sometimes, he trudges off to his favorite spot (seventh step on the staircase) and sulks until someone goes and brings him back.

What a big baby. He's now nine years old.

Lester just wants to be friends. More than anything else, he just really wants to be friends with Koji. Around the house, Koji is the big dog, the cool kid, the hipster. Who wouldn't want to be his friend? Lester sure would. Whenever he can, Lester tries to go steal a lick -- or, if Koji is asleep, maybe even a couple. Clever, perhaps; brave, no. =P Often, with Koji laying on the bed, Lester tries to push up against it, leaning as hard as he can, stretching as far as he can, simply trying to say hello. Koji just looks on, seemingly wondering why the little kid just can't take a hint. Usually, Lester can't quite reach far enough; when he can, Koji lets out this exasperated sigh -- not kidding -- gets up, and shifts himself over a few inches, again just out of reach. When Koji doesn't have the advantage of higher ground, he tries to hide in his other favorite spot: under the coffee table. That usually doesn't work too well.

But here's the kicker. Sure, Lester and Koji have a bit of sibling rivalry. Lots of dogs do, I'm sure. Sure, the energetic little upstart that is Lester irritates Koji, who is quite happily settled in his routine and ways. Happens everywhere. No, the funny thing here is the pissing contest. You know, the metaphorical pissing contest? Two guys trying to out-do the other just to impress someone? At work, in politics, hell, on the street, it's not really hard to find examples. But, excluding drunk frat guys, it doesn't usually involve, you know, pissing. No sir, not here. Koji and Lester engage in real pissing contests. When I take Lester out to the backyard to relieve in the morning, Koji follows right behind. Lester, on leash, circles and sniffs (and circles and sniffs) around me and Koji looks on, observing every move. At some point, Lester lets it rip and that's when Koji springs into action. As soon as Lester finishes up, Koji moves in and pees right over it. Every time. In the morning, after lunch, late at night. Even if it's just two drops, Koji will make sure business is handled. Nothing metaphorical about it.

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My career-changed dog, Baloo, takes it one step further - he makes it his job to pee ON every new puppy that comes into the house.
Permalink   | Posted by  Hobbes Dogs at July 25, 2007 9:26 AM