I think it’s a curse. Every half a year I write to Kip’s lovely breeder to tell her Kip is doing wonderfully and immediately right after something bad always happens! Some inconclusive x-rays and crazy strong sedative (why so strong?) later, Kip is confined to house arrest for the next month and I am 500 dollars poorer.
It actually suits him…
Kipling in the field
It’s official~ we can no longer lift this fattie.
New sheriff is in town. <3
Spoiled. He is actually allowed to stay like that while I type as long as he does not press on any alphbet. (Taken with Instagram)
Kipling parades in his gold, silver and bronze medals.
THANKS! Kipling and I love your tumblr too.
