KiKi is Fine (And Himself)
We had to visit KiKi today after that dream I had; plus, Leopoldo had been begging me to take him for another meeting. Twice before, KiKi had embraced Mr. Astor with the very, very rare KISS. As almost all my friends know, KiKi is not a social creature; he is picky, judgemental, and more likely to bite off your toes than a bear trap laid down on Ocean Drive. Yet, he has the charm inherent of a "character", and that he is. Now approaching 19 years old, he is best described as old and grumpy--except toward me, of course, and astoundingly toward Leo.
We stopped by today with a box of freshly roasted chicken pieces topped with garlic and butter and I invited KiKi out to see Leo again. At first sight, KiKi burst into a gallop toward Leo and then slowed down (he can't do it any more). And, in typical KiKi reticent mode, he halted and played "hard to get".
Suddenly, aware of the camera embracing him, KiKi cast an all-knowing glace toward me...
...and did what he has always done: Kiss Leopoldo. Again, you have to know KiKi to understand how rare this is. Even Jeremy never got a kiss. But, as I've always maintained, dogs know much more about feelings than humans do; certainly KiKi knows Leopoldo means a lot to me. (Or he would have bitten off his toes.)