Stick Art

It’s a good thing we live in the forest! Because Kloe loves chewing on sticks. With pines, oaks, and cedars all dropping their deadwood around the Golden K Kloe always has a wide variety of sticks to choose from.

When Kloe was a puppy I worried that she might swallow a big piece and choke. Or that the accumulation of stick particles would cause harm to her mouth or stomach. But she doesn’t really eat any of the stick. She gnaws on the larger sticks and shreds the smaller sticks. Kloe can take a moderate size stick – say a half inch to an inch round – and make toothpicks. With larger sizes she is like a wood carver. She’ll create various shapes – sometimes over a period of days with the same large stick – until the stick is small enough to then shred into toothpicks.

A variation of the stick chewing is when Kloe methodically dismantles a pine cone -scale by scale- placing the scales in a pile until the pine cone is reduced to what looks like a corn cob with all the corn off of it. If I try to pick up a pine cone with my bare hands I get stuck if not careful. So it always amazes me that Kloe can pick pine cones up with her mouth with no regard for the sharp needle-like ends of the scale.

Kloe takes her stick chewing pretty seriously. Her focus and intensity is a lot like the aforementioned wood carver carefully planning and then executing each stroke of the knife. Or in Kloe’s case, each chomp of her jaw. She demonstrates quite a bit of artistry with her sticks!

About a year ago I came upon Kloe in one of her favorite chewing spots and captured the photo below. Taken with my iPhone in portrait mode this shot highlights my sweet girl at work in her “studio” carving away with a large inventory of sticks nearby for future Stick Art projects.

The Very Special Scarf

It was 9:00 PM on Saturday May 24, 2014 when we rolled the large travel crate out of the arrival terminal at San Francisco International Airport. I had been waiting anxiously for this evening for almost two months. We rolled the crate into an elevator and found our way to the outdoor parking lot for a few last minute details before taking Kali home to Livermore. This was the beginning of a life changing event not only for me for me but also for Kali who had traveled all the way from Taiwan and into my arms. Her life became mine, and mine became hers. Neither of us would ever be the same! New readers can learn more about the origins of Golden Kali here.

As we were preparing to drive home to Livermore a volunteer from the local rescue group, True Love Rescue, placed a scarf around Kali’s neck. The scarf was red, white, and blue with patterns of stars and stripes. A fitting symbol for Kali now that she was an American Girl. The scarf became an immediate and special symbol of Kali’s journey, and of her emerging life in America.

That was Memorial weekend 2014. Kali wore the scarf for the rest of the weekend until I took it off and tied it onto her crate. She wore it again on Fourth of July and then it went into a drawer. Kali and I are big fans of tradition, Since that first Fourth Of July together, and for the past nine years, I only take the scarf out on Fourth of July for Kali to wear for the day.

Except Kali is not with us anymore. This is the second “4th” since Kali crossed the bridge. So like last year, and for hopefully many more years to come, her “little” sister Kloe will “carry the torch” and carry on the tradition of wearing the Very Special Scarf,. But only on the Fourth Of July.