It took Kiba only a few hours to discover the one hole in the very far back corner of the fence, at which point he went to visit the neighbors. Luckily,  he returned when I called, and now Cameron has patched the hole in the fence.

While working, Kiba came up, looked at me mournfully, and emitted a high-pitched whine. I assumed he needed to take a leak. So we all went out back. He peed. Back inside. Maybe 90 minutes later, same thing. We go. He pees. Back inside. At this point something in his brain clicks that high pitched whining = this asshole takes me outside, and started doing this every 15 minutes. After I grok this I tell him to calm the fuck down and take a nap, and we proceed.

Also, the first day I gave them each a peanut-butter stuffed Kong as a treat and now Kiba keeps carrying his empty Kong up to me and then looking at me all “Fill it up, motherfucker.”

This morning I wake up, take them out, bring them back in and start work with the door open. I have a migraine, so I decide to take some extra time off to take a nap, and bring them both into my bedroom for naptime.

Rukia gets it immediately and slumps to the floor and passes out. Kiba roams the room, sniffing everything while emitting a high-pitch whine, and leaps on the bed a few times to see if I’m alive.

He finally settles down and I’m just drifting off to sleep when I hear the HLORK sound of a dog dry heaving. I sit up as Rukia ralphs right on the edge of the rug.

I get up. Get some paper towels, some pet cleaner, clean up the puke. Take the dogs out to the living room. Now that my eyes are not full of sleep, I can see some crusted puke at the very edge of Kiba’s crate as well, full of the grass he won’t stop eating.

So I clean that up. Take the puppers back outside, run around for some more to burn some energy. We putter around for a while doing this and that, eventually it’s time for me to go get round 2 of Moderna. I take them both inside, get them in their crates, and collect my belongings to leave for my appointment.

Just as I’m ready to walk out the door, I hear another HLORK as Kiba launches yellow vomit, full of grass and whatnot, into the front of his crate. Rukia looks at him, and then immediately throws up in solidarity.

I look at my watch. I have five minutes to spare before I’ll be late for my vaccine appointment. I grab latex gloves, get them out of their crates, clean all the vomit out of both crates, wash and dry the surfaces, bundle them both apologetically back into the crates, and sprint out the door.

Anyway. I get the second shot and we’ve mostly just been chilling since then. They’ve been trying to trip me up on the stairs quite a bit as I’ve done some minor organizing, but overall, they’ve been fine since then. Fingers crossed no more puking.