Wednesday, March 21, 2007
This is Kiko. He was mom and dad's first dog together. He was a standard American Eskimo. Mom picked him up at the pound. He lived with Mom (who was pregnant with my boy) and my girl for 7 months while dad was deployed to Bosnia before he got to meet Dad. Then he didn't like Dad to much since he was used to sleeping with mom and had to give up the half of the bed he usually slept on. I never got to meet Kiko. Mom and my girl got him in Colorado. They took him to Germany with them, then when mom and the kids went home for a little while he went home to Oregon with them. Mom and the kids were going to back to Germany and along with Dad were only supposed to be there 4 more months (they ended up being there over a year because of what the army calls a stop loss where they don't let anyone move) so mom left Kiko with Dad's mom. Well Kiko got out one day and got hit by a car. Mom says she was very sad and blamed herself for a long time because she should have brought Kiko back to Germany with her. But she feels better about it now. Mom and Dad and my girl (my boy was quite little) still talk about Kiko sometimes. I wish I could have met him as he sounds like a good dog. He was pretty too.
Here he is sitting with dad in Colorado. I can't do that since I'm to big.