Funny, I have trouble thinking of Kelev as a 'pet.' He's more like 'the lord of the house.'


He likes what I like (which is way cool.) Camping, 4xing, hiking, cooking hotdogs over an open flame while watching the sunset . He's 11 now, and a bit more white than in this year old photo. A neighbor down the street from me found him starving and dehydrated in the gutter when he was about 6 months old, and gave him to me, shortly after my last dog went to heaven. Sharp as a tack but goofy as Goofy, demanding like a Drill Sargent (COOKIE NOW; I WANT COOKIE NOW) and funnier than George Carlin.