About 10 weeks after this date in 2003, this adorable little fuzzbutt came home with us.
Sleepy puppy is long gone! Today Catori turned 5. In dog years. Which makes him 40 in human years if you use
this chart, which factors in size, rather than the typical 1 dog year = 7 human years calculation. Tough luck for 51 pound dogs whose age faster than their 49 pound pup pals. Bring on the diet foods!
Catori is a skinny 60ish pounds, so he is stuck with 40 years. Maybe that is why he goes on food strike once a month or so... refusing meals and literally throwing his food bowl across the house... a simple effort to add 2 years to his expected lifespan.
Catori's Birthday #5 morning included a private hike (no fur siblings) and some paw dipping in Beaver Creek.
Like many of the trails around Des Moines, the Trestle to Trestle trail that we were on is technically closed due to flooding earlier this year. Still it was packed with bike riders, runners, and dog walkers on this Saturday morning.
But you have to keep your eye out for things like this:
"What the heck happened here?", Catori howled.
And then Catori realized that repeatedly jumping on and off the washed out trail was way more fun than carefully walking on it!
Checking out the edge of the washed out trail from below... that's a lot of missing earth!
All worth it for views like this!
Climbing high.
Cloud butt!
Happy dog!
Sleepy puppy is long gone! Today Catori turned 5. In dog years. Which makes him 40 in human years if you use this chart, which factors in size, rather than the typical 1 dog year = 7 human years calculation. Tough luck for 51 pound dogs whose age faster than their 49 pound pup pals. Bring on the diet foods!
Catori is a skinny 60ish pounds, so he is stuck with 40 years. Maybe that is why he goes on food strike once a month or so... refusing meals and literally throwing his food bowl across the house... a simple effort to add 2 years to his expected lifespan.
Catori's Birthday #5 morning included a private hike (no fur siblings) and some paw dipping in Beaver Creek.
Like many of the trails around Des Moines, the Trestle to Trestle trail that we were on is technically closed due to flooding earlier this year. Still it was packed with bike riders, runners, and dog walkers on this Saturday morning. But you have to keep your eye out for things like this:
"What the heck happened here?", Catori howled.
And then Catori realized that repeatedly jumping on and off the washed out trail was way more fun than carefully walking on it!
Checking out the edge of the washed out trail from below... that's a lot of missing earth!
All worth it for views like this!
Climbing high.
Cloud butt!
Happy dog!
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