My serf, Jack and I had to go to Deurne South at the end of December for 4 days to stay with HRH Zino, whilst his 2 serfs and Durcell were on their travels again, this time to Berlin to choose a pup AAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH. They must be absolutely stark raving mad another Azawakh. I only hope he isn't as wild as Esed,  cause if he is we won't have any sofas or easy chairs left to lay in here.   You should see it, Hairies 2 and 3, Duracell and Jack jumping  from the one chair to the other, flying over the coffee table, whilst Zino, Hairy 1, I and the serfs stay wisely out of the way
This only happens here cause the Hairies ain't welcome in Deurne South owing to male serf, he don't want them there  

The new things name is Agg Amaias Fehed, they say that means Leopard,and their was me thinking they were always saying he is fed and I was thinking ok if he is fed he will be a right little fatty and see the photos, I was right he is

That 3rd hairy monster that her who rules the roost (or thinks she does) brought in here is now 6 months old.
He came here after she slave took a big birdy thing to Abba-land and back and all this, 2500km, in one day, the crazy old thing. She left here when it was still rather dark outside and came back with auntie Penny and uncle Eric (have to be nice to them cause I sometimes go there to stay with my mate Zino and get away from it all here)
at evening food time with a posh kennel on wheels and a tiny little thing inside.
He was my size, I thought she's mad that ain't no borzoi, but it was .
(Note from R. Priest: He weighed in at 7.4kg and was 43cm tall, he weighed only 2/3rds of the weight he should have been for an 11 week old borzoi and was about 7cm too small. I will go into this further at a later date)

But he has grown and I'm back to being the smallest, I'm glad our slave looked after him ande fed him well and he is now at about the right weight and size for a 6 month old pup (23kg and 66cm)
He is best friends with Jack and nr 2 hairy Checkhov and has learnt to leave me and number 1 hairy Kouros alone.
Slave 1 sometimes gets angry with them cause they get up to all sorts of mischief like cleaning the cat litter tray (tasty dessert ), emptying the rubbish bin in the kitchen (they never know what tasty tit bit they might find in there), eating her  dog walking shoes even though she does put them away safe those 2 are mountain goats and climb and jump all over the place to get at things they shouldn't

Jack has decided that he is chief bouncer here, if someone comes to the door he's there first to let them in or push them out as maybe. When he's finished he likes to relax on the 3 seater, grabbing it all for himself 

At the end of March our own serf, Sven, told us we had to stay at home with chief serf and behave ourselves because his Lordship was going to London for a couple of days so that he could go to a McFly concert there. He saw them in Brussels in February, something must be wrong with his eyes and ears then if he needs to go to see them for a 2nd time

This afternoon we were all resting as she indoors is sickies,(she's got a bad cold and cough, hihi she lost her voice for a couple of days and couldn't tell us off) when the doorbell went and what a suprise... My mum and sister had come to visit. I hadn't seen them for at least 3 years so it was a nice suprise. Of course hairy nr 2 (Checkhov) and that excuse for a whippet (Jack) had to stick their noses in their rear ends and hairy nr 1 wasn't interested in them what so ever, he acted as if they were beneath him which is suppose in size they are but he ain't all that hot the hairy snob

I knew, I knew it, hair ball number 1 (Kouros) is getting senile.

Finally after an absence of 4 months, I'm back!!!

Yesterday my serf went out without me. How dare he? And he returned a couple of hours later with a little thing in his arms and said "here Kenzo your new friend"

Recently the 2 footers here have been talking about getting a companion for me.

I might be the smallest dog in the house but I can still act like them 2 big, overgrown hairy things (borzois)and chew on big doggy chews.
Our human mum says "He's got teeth, let him use them" and use them I do, she doesn't believe in mollycuddling  us at all.

10 days ago my human dad went into hospital to have an operation on his Achilles tendon, he came home the next day with one normal leg and back paw (foot) and  one in blue (plaster), which was fatter and harder. I have to be careful now at night that he doesn't kick me when we're a sleep or I will be covered in bruises.
Since he has been like this the human mum has been taking me out together with one of her 2 hairy things, usually with the dozy one, Checkhov. I prefer going out with him as well, cause I can get the better of him, Kouros (Hairy nr.1) is a bit more intelligent than Checkhov, not that that says alot about his intelligence but I can't pull the wool as quickly over his eyes as I can with Hairy nr. 2.

Whilst my Lord & Master, alias my slave Sven has gone away for a week on vacation with his school friends to Holland, I stayed for the weekend at sister Penny's home because our human mum had to work and her health still isn't what it was prior to her illness last year. Penny picked me up on Saturday lunch time and took me to her house. That is all well and good but that thing they call an Azawakh doesn't half get on my nerves, he never stops hasseling me, he won't let me relax or anything, Duracel dog, I really feel sorry for Zino, who at his age needs his peace and quite and what has he got landed with instead!!! Poor old soul. On Sunday she and her partner Eric took Zino, Esed and yours truly to the dog park  so that Duracels batteries would run down a bit, no such luck of course!!! On Monday I went home again. I don't think I have ever been so happy to see those 2 hairy giants again. Home sweet home, were I could catch up on my beauty sleep.
Sven will be home again on Friday and he had better have a nice big juicy bone with him for me as a peace offering after leaving me for a whole week.

Here are a couple of photos at the dog park

I been wondering these days if we're living in Belgium or in Alaska or Siberia
I'm glad that when they (they being my slave Sven and his slave & mother Rosalind )take me out they put a coat on me, even though I don't like wearing it  at any other time. I'm a tough guy and don't like wearing sissy coats
Even in the house I like to snuggle under the blanket when I'm cat napping in the day time and at night I allow Sven to share his bed with me

Our human mother is starving me to death!!!  They all say (Mother, Penny, Eric and even my loving owner Sven) that I must be put on a diet in an effort to loose some weight.


I don't want to loose any weight, I love my food and I love to eat

Every meal time she weighs out my food and gives me a minute amount of kibbles and a the tiniest bit of minced raw food. But even after I've eaten this scrap I'm still hungry but human mother didn't realise how clever I am till last night

Every evening it's the same ritual here, the 2 cats, Kiara and Nala are fed in the kitchen together with me (the cats bowls are on a certain place on the work surface, that way we can't get to their food . Those 2 hairy excuses for dogs are fed in the living room, so that I can eat in peace and quiet and the new addition to the family, the Maine Coon Tarascoon Delia gets her food in the bedroom, because she is a much slower eater that Kiara or Nala, and if she is not seperated she won't get anything.

Mother always closes the bedroom door behind her and has been puzzeled the last week or so to see that the bedroom door has been opened and the cat's bowl is empty and washed out in a couple of minutes

But last night she found out who was doing this Oh boy was she mad
She told me that as from this evening I will be put into the bench to eat and will have to stay there until everybody is done with eating

This isn't fair, doesn't she realize that I am starving to death with those scraps she gives me and calls my diet

I hope that she will take pity on me after a day or so and give me a proper bowl of food and take me off this stupid diet


To be continued

Look at this nutter wearing his toy like a head band

Checkhov must be absolutely crazy, he lets that little monster Esed climb all over him, use him as a sofa and bites in his ears and nose.
Esed knows that he can't do anything like this with me or Kouros because if he does GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

If it's not enough that they have brought that little thing into their home in Deurne South, she who feeds us here has landed us with a new comer .

Her name is Tarasacoon Delia and is a polydactyl Maine Coon. She's got funny feet with more toes, apparently this is what polydactyl means DOH
She's 1.5yrs old and is nearly as big as me and oh boy can she spit and hiss at us. I think I had better watch her and keep out of her way or I will be getting scratched regularly and I don't want that as I hate the sight of blood unless it's in my food bowl and is on some nice fresh raw beef, lamb or chicken

Being the gentleman I am I have allowed the 2 footer to put a couple of photos of Delia here on my page

Zino's new housemate Esed has arrived. Esed is East - African and it means lion.
I and my master, Sven, stayed with Zino whilst Penny & Eric went to Berlin to pick that little thing up.
Boy can he scream when he doesn't get his own way.
Zino and I have accepted him but oh boy he'd better behave and not bite in our tails or ears. He can do that to those 2 hairy things that I live with
You can see, we've taught him his place is on the cushion and when we're on the sofa

My God what alot of fuss. That overgrown hairy thing that they have called Checkhov has been entered into a dog show in Mechelen and 24 hours prior it's all systems go here.

Penny came and helped our mum put him in the bath, why, I don't know, he went in the bath black and when he came out he was still black. I must say his white bits were whiter.
I watched all these proceedings from the doorway, there is no way that you will get me into the bathroom, let alone in the bath
Then she brushed his him and then she told our mum to sit in the chair and cut her hair, why I don't know, our mum's hair isn't anywhere as long as that of those 2 hairy giants that roam around here

Hi Folks,

My name is Kenzo and I'm a Whippet. I'm 4.5 years old and own the youngest 2- footer Sven (the son).

I rule the roost here and put those 2 overgrown hairy things in their place when I feel they need it... daily hmmmmmmmmmmmm.

I also like to rule the 2 cats and have been scratched quite a few times for my trouble.

The 2-footed mum has decided that it is time that I got a page on this site and that I should write something interesting every now and then. I suppose I had better listen to her or I will be in her bad books and then she tends to forget to give us a treat. And I can't have this happening because I do so love a doggy treat.