Like I don't have enough to keep me busy, I have the Gaul to bring another Afghan into the fold. Her name is Ilili, which is Lebanese for "tell me," which she does. She is quite vocal, almost silly at times and probably thinks the way she communicated with her furry mama is the way to communicate with me. she's such a sweetie. She's about 12 weeks now and she's gained two pounds since her last vet visit with Dr. Vierra two weeks ago. Her legs are incredibly long already and she loves to chase Zazoo around because he has no time for her playfulness. She doesn't understand that. She thinks it's his way of playing. So now the craziness starts. It doesn't stop until I put her into her cave/ crate, where shell sleep quietly and peacefully for awhile. Thank God! Ilili loves to play, especially in the garden, where she found fallen pods from the rain-deprived trees quite fascinating. As she scampers about, inevitably, she gets caught up in her lead and rolls around like a bear cub as she makes little growling, frustrated noises. I have to keep a lead on her so I can catch her when she tries to slip under the gate or wants to chase Zazoo when he's stalking his next meal.
She knows how to use wee wee pads and will potie when I bring her out after a meal or a drink. She's a clean girl, as most Afghans are, as I've discovered through the years.
She knows her name and to come when I say it. I hope she continues this as the breed can be terribly aloof and ignore when they don't have an interest. She loves to meet people. Such a lovely little creature and puts a smile on my face...most of the time.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
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