At first Otis wouldn't go in the crate; he'd sleep on the floor in the closet. I started feeding him near the crate, then in it, and after a couple of weeks he was sleeping in it every night. He likes it now, as I think you will see here.
Otis's day #19 and day #20 dogpark adventures, captured for you, on gorgeous technicolor film, for your enjoyment.
Ok here's the video we shot at the Humane Society the day we picked up Otis.
Chicken Backs and pig noses and pig ears and rawhide things and stuffed animals. They all go into Otis's big toothy maw.
This is our first video entry (vlog) of Otis' first time in the city. December 11, 2005 was the day we rescued him from the Humane Society in Tacoma. Enjoy!
Witnessed a funny thing at one of the local fast-food restaurant chains here in Hawai'i today. Me and my folks were getting some lunch at Zippy's when I noticed a caucasian guy in khaki shorts and an aloha shirt carrying a Chihuahua, walk by our table. As he was waiting to pay for his meal another man, a bald aPHro american, passed our table apparently talking very loud and in the caucasian man's direction. It didn't really register, what he was saying, but his tone and the volume of his voice made me and a few others pay attention. He walked up to the man with the chihuahua as he seemed to mention something about his dog. Next I realized he was telling this chihuahua owner, "You're not suppose to bring your dog in here!", slamming his check onto the counter. The haole (aka. caucasian, white man, tourist) man quickly pulled out his wallet and at the same time was shouting back to the guy, who was just a foot away from him, "Certified by the state!!", flashing some kind of document from his wallet, like he was a cop. The popolo (aka. black, african american, tourist) man continued to complain, "You need to keep your dog outside of the restaurant! You're not suppose to bring that dog in here!" We had just gotten our food. My mom - oxtail soup, my dad - saimin, and me - 2 piece chicken and chili rice, damn. We were ready to enjoy this. Double damn. And then this started to go down, in the restaurant, in front of all these locals, IN ZIPPY's.
Otis's Xmas day began with a bath, then some present ripping and a trip with sexy lady dog Rosie to the very nice WestCrest dogpark in West Seattle, where they ran like fools, and he didn't escape, Thank God (unlike 4 days ago on his first dogpark adventure- that was exciting, let me tall ya).
