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Discovering new things.

Enjoying a Snow Day.

Ice cold beer after a long hike.

Eating damn good food.

An engaging book.

A sing-along anthem where everybody knows the words.

Being outside.

Getting licked in the face by a wiener dog. Okay, it can be a different kind of dog, if that’s your thing.

Sitting around a campfire, making up ghost stories with nowhere else to be.

The first bite of a fresh chocolate chip cookie. Or a s’more if that’s all you got.

Pushing yourself to new heights.

Making something you like, that other people also like.

Sand between the toes.

White Beach

 

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It’s the Little Things

The little things in life matter. The little dogs in life matter more.

Kuma lived to be 11-1/2 years old. May 2, 2003-October 17, 2014.

He is survived by his two brothers, Riley and Petie, and his mom, Josie (she’s 14-1/2).

He is with his other two brothers now, Auggie and Jango.

 

His full name on his American Kennel Club Birth Certificate: Little Samurai Kuma

Kuma means bear in Japanese. He was ferocious.

Every decision I made; the shape of my day, about travel, about day trips, about evening plans or whatever, I made with him in mind. What time I had to be home, or who could watch him, or walk him, or feed him if I was out-of-town or just late.

Whenever I traveled, which was frequently, I knew he was at home waiting for me. Worried about me. Whining because I wasn’t there. After a few days, I would start to miss him. By the time my trip was over, I was more than ready to see my dog again.

No matter what shit happened during the day, I knew everything would be fine because Kuma was waiting for me at home.

Every minute that I’ve lived in Washington, D.C. has been with Kuma.

We’ve lived in five different apartments. One in Burien, WA and four on Capitol Hill, Washington, D.C.

Kuma has been my dog for all of my 30’s. With the exception of the first 1-1/2 months. My birthday is March 18. His is May 2.

I can’t claim that Kuma is the most well-traveled dog ever, but he has to be in the conversation.

I estimate that at least 23 people have watched Kuma or walked him or cared for him, while I was traveling.

He’s been to 24 US states.

We’ve been on six long road trips (Total of 10,389 road miles)

  1. Bonney Lake-Chicago-DC: 2,772 miles (when I moved to DC, we drove)
  2. DC-Delaware-DC: 242 miles (a day at the beach)
  3. DC-Cincinnati-Detroit-Cleveland-DC: 2,197 miles (me visiting baseball stadiums)
  4. Chicago-Milwaukee-Minneapolis-Chicago: 837 miles (baseball stadiums)
  5. DC-Boston-DC: 876 miles (baseball stadiums)
  6. DC-Gatlinburg-New Orleans-Houston-Arlington-Nashville-DC: 3,465 miles (baseball stadiums)

Kuma has been to 11 of the cities that I’ve visited to see Major League Baseball stadiums. Sadly, they don’t let dogs inside!

He’s flown in an airplane for 47 flight segments. Eight different airports. Mostly between DC and Seattle, sometimes with a layover.

He’s racked up 80,741 frequent flyer miles.

He has seven appearances in the Hill Rag Pet Photo Contest. I don’t know if that’s a record, but I would like to think so.

When out walking, he found all the chicken bones left on the street. People are slobs.

He chewed the stuffing out of all stuffed animals. He went straight for the squeaker inside.

He loved to chew paper and cardboard. If given the chance he would make a huge mess.

His favorite toy was a red Kong.

Goodbye Kuma.

 

Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.

Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.

 

Did you get my good side?

Did you get my good side?

 

He destroyed stuffed animals. He chewed the squeak out of them.

He destroyed stuffed animals. He chewed the squeak out of them.

 

Kuma's travel carrier. He always tried to get out.

Kuma’s travel carrier. He always tried to get out.

 

Sleeping

Sleeping

 

He loved to chew paper and cardboard. Loved it!

He loved to chew paper and cardboard. Loved it!

 

What?

What?

 

Good day for a walk!

Good day for a walk!

 

I eat paper?

I eat paper?

 

Road tripping

Road tripping

 

A die hard DC Dawg.

A die hard DC Dawg.

Peace

Peace

 

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Kuma’s Last Day

On Friday, October 17th, my best buddy, Kuma, passed away.

Anybody that knows me or has read this blog, will recognize Kuma. I post photos and write about him frequently.

It was huge shock. One that I still can’t believe. I don’t know what it means yet to be without my dog.

His back had been bothering him, something that has come and gone over the years. Miniature dachshunds are prone to back problems.

The solution is to have him chill out for a time, and to not jump on things or climb steps. Sometimes he would take pain meds. We’ve managed this before.

But on Friday he wouldn’t eat. If you know Kuma, that’s a huge warning sign. He eats everything. All the time. He was also pacing and laying down in the middle of floor. Only to get up two minutes later and lay somewhere else. He was lethargic.

I took him to the vet. His temperature was 94.5 (98 to 103 is normal). He had pale gums. They rushed him up for X-rays and blood work. X-rays showed a mass in his abdomen. Blood work showed low white blood cell count. They took a needle to his abdomen and discovered he was bleeding internally.

He had no option but immediate surgery. Best case scenario would be a benign tumor on his spleen. But it didn’t look good.

We had to get to the Friendship Emergency Hospital in Friendship Heights. During rush hour in DC.

They performed surgery. A Hail Mary.

He had multiple bleeding tumors. Worst case scenario.

Nothing could be done.

One of the worst days ever.

I had to get that off my chest.

I will honor Kuma in a later post.

 

 

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Sage advice. Too bad I read this after I used the urinal...

Sage advice. Too bad I read this after I used the urinal…

 

The only thing risky was the amount of BBQ they give you.

The only thing risky was the amount of BBQ they give you.

 

Power nap before his driving shift.

Power nap before his driving shift.

 

Random courtyard in Nawlins'

Random courtyard in Nawlins’

 

Don't mess with Texas. Seriously, their wieners will hurt you.

Don’t mess with Texas. Seriously, their wieners will hurt you.

Bonus!

If ever a photo didn't need a caption, I would guess this is it.

If ever a photo didn’t need a caption, I would guess this is it.

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The reign continues! Kuma is victorious in his 6th consecutive Hill Rag Pet Photo Contest. All Hail Kuma!

This time he won Honorable Mention in the Funniest Category.

Not his best effort, but every reign has a few bumps now and then.

I think the fault lies in his master’s lack of initiative in staging just the right photo. Just the right caption. Just the right angle or action shot.

Oh well, his master is too busy taking selfies or something.

Here is his winning entry:

A True DC Dawg

A True DC Dawg

 

Here is the 2nd, non-winning, entry (and yes, I’ve posted this before):

Jeremy and Kuma go to White Castle.

Jeremy and Kuma go to White Castle.

 

To see the Hill Rag’s complete Pet Photo Contest, click this link:

http://issuu.com/capitalcommunitynews/docs/hillrag-magazine-july-2014

To find Kuma, go to Page 49 out of 180

Note: The Best Dog winner is also a wiener dog!

 

Archive of Kuma Awesomeness

2007 – Best of the Rest

2009 – Best of the Rest

2010 – 3rd Place in Funniest Category

2011 – Honorable Mention in Most Laid Back Category

2012 – Best in Cleverest Category

2013 – Honorable Mention in Best Caption Category

2014 – Honorable Mention in Funniest Category

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May happened. Just think, it was the first and last May 2014. Ever. There will never be another.

Now it’s June’s turn. No need to dwell on the past. Except…take a moment to preuse these photos then start living in the moment.

One sunset in Bangkok.

One sunset in Bangkok.

 

Let's get to Frolfing in the grass.

Let’s get to Frolfing in the grass.

 

Don't mind if I do. Post Sugarloaf Mountain hike sangria.

Don’t mind if I do. Post Sugarloaf Mountain hike sangria.

 

Don't SHOUT, I'm trying to camp.

Don’t SHOUT, I’m trying to camp.

 

Now where is a Wookie to put him back together?

Now where is a Wookie to put him back together?

Since I cannot count to five…

Nope, not a Wookie.

Nope, not a Wookie.

Enjoy June 2014. It will be the last one.

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Today we explore the general worthiness of the iPhone 4 camera.

Conundrum of the day: If the iPhone didn’t exist, would any of these photos exist?

Conversely, if a bear sh$ts in the woods next to a falling tree and no one is there with an iPhone, does it make a sound?

Ponder.

And witness.

This is Washington, D.C. Don't enjoy it.

This is Washington, D.C. Don’t enjoy it.

 

This is also Washington, D.C. Stop being jealous.

This is also Washington, D.C. Stop being jealous.

 

The Irish are coming. The Irish are coming! Happy St. Patrick's Day.

The Irish are coming. The Irish are coming! Happy St. Patrick’s Day.

 

Victory! Beer!

Victory! Beer!

Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.

Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.

 

Peace out.

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