ALPS!!!

Six years after her surgery, here is Kayla, in a meadow, in the ALPS!

along the trail

Kayla Moves to Germany

In August Kayla moved to Germany. She has adjusted well, and, as best as I can tell, she took the flight in stride with no ill-effects. Kind of amazing for a pup that struggles with car rides, but each time we saw her in her kennel at the airport, she was just lying down. (Not drugged at all or anything). Then, when we met her and Penny in Munich, she didn't begin barking until she saw us. People were there in baggage claim, petting her and saying hello through the door of her kennel, but it was only after Aaron shouted, "There's Kayla and Penny!" that Kayla began to shout back. She waited until we got through customs and were outside to go potty. What a champ. 

One advantage to living in Germany is that Kayla is welcome at many / most restaurants and other events. People here bring their dogs to stores and, well, pretty much everywhere. It's like Colorado, only friendlier. Here are pics from her first visit to a biergarten, where she learned a new word: WURST! Unfortunately, we generally leave Penny at home. She simply cannot handle the walking necessary for long trips to the city, even when we go on the UBahn. 

Now, I'm looking forward to getting Kayla up to the ALPS in the next couple of weeks!!! What a recovery, indeed. She was chasing rabbits just two weeks ago, and last week she went for a nice, long walk along the Isar. She also goes jogging with me 3 x a week. Basically, when we leave the house without her these days, she feels insulted. :-)

This girl is amazing!

Sledding today with the little, plus Kayla played rocket-dog with TWO 2-year-old pooches. I swear, she's in her second childhood!

Kayla and her newest charge

Pictures from Hiking in Appalachia

Chewing up stuff and acting wild AFTER I fell off the bridge!

Sledding in the leaves!!

Around the cabin, getting brushed and playing with Dad
Asheville Bakery for DOGS ONLLY-- what will I bring to Penny, errr. .. .what KIND of Question is THAT, mom?


Along the Laurel River.

Kayla Hikes the Parts of the Appalachian Trail

So this year, guess what!! In my new house with my dad and with Penny (who turns out isn't so bad, but just gets anxious when things aren't done her way) we have a ton of squirrels. I think it's because we went far away in the car ride with mom and dad and the squirrels didn't remember we lived here-- so now they come right up to me when I'm outside and I can chase them. Wohoo!

And where did I go-- well that's kinda cool. A long time ago, mom had said she wanted to take me to hike the whole Appalachian Trail, which for all you dogs who don't know, is a really really big long walk. But then mom changed jobs and moved and then I couldn't walk and, well, everything got different for a while. -- But I guess this place we went hiking last month was right on the Appalachian trail. Even though mom says I probably won't ever hike the whole thing (and probably, if she keeps working like she does, she won't either), we got to hike PARTS of what the other dogs in the area call the AT! We also found a lot of rivers to swim in and drink from, and I learned that Penny doesn't really hate water, she only hates water that's over her head. Kinda how I don't like water that is rushing over rocks (unless I'm REALLY thirsty)... I did a really good job on the Appalachian Trail, though one day on the river walk I was really tired and I needed a day off. And then, on the Hickey Fork trail, I tried to herd mom and dad and I FELL OFF A BRIDGE and landed, squarely, on my four feet, straddling a big rock in the river, with my paws in the water-- Mom was really scared, and I limped for a minute and was afraid to try to stand on all my legs right after, but dad said shake it off, and penny said shake it off, and mom said Oh my god and I shook it off and I was fine. . . and when we got to the tops of the water fall I swam a little and I tore down tree branches, and I chewed a lot and I rolled in mud and mucky things, and I didn't get in trouble. Mom knows, somehow, that this is how I get my scariness out-- and how I feel better, and so there we were, all of us with our paws in the water by the waterfall (except dad who keeps his paw covers on) and I knew, I am not only OK, but I am really ONE LUCKY DOG. I've hiked the Rockies and the Appalachian, I've been in lots of rivers and one great lake, and I've gotten not just one set, but two sets of knees and a lot of love from my (sometimes too nervous) mom.





WOW! So, it's been a long time, and I (Kayla) am feeling great! I never think about blogging anymore, mostly because I never think about my surgery much, and neither does mom. Sometimes if I swim for a long, long time or if I go for a really long walk, I will limp a little bit, but mom usually gives me some peanut butter after a long walk with something crunchy inside and that makes me wake up not so stiff. I love peanut butter. I wish mom would give it to me when I don't hurt. Mostly, I love squirrels.


Anyway, I know mom never put up picturesss of me after my recovery, so I thought I'd post these to show my happy recovery and to tell all you orthodogs that YOU CAN DO IT (and keep up with physical therapy. It sure helps!)

Back to the Scene of the Crime

This week will mark one year and 10 months since Kayla's first knee tore completely at Pier Marquette beach in December of 2006. Her second knee followed on Christmas. After two surgeries, 16 weeks of post-op, 16 weeks of physical therapy and nearly a year of monitored doggie play, Kayla is trim and active. She is chasing rabbits and fetching sticks like a good water lab. This weekend at the beach it was a bit too brisk for her tastes. The waves were high and she doesn't like to go too high when they pull so hard. This is a good thing. Still, she did wade in and jump a few waves. These were taken just to document her playful attitude, her back on her-pawe-edness, her lucky charm!!









Kayla says thanks again to all who helped and, gee, if it wasn't for mom wincing when I jump so, so high, I wouldn't even remember those bad days when I needed a sling to walk and couldn't climb the stairs. I'm just as puppy as puppy can be! Excuse me-- I have some squeaky toys here to play with. Watch it turtle, you're on your way OUT!