Camelot Kerry Kapers

A children's story by Camelot himself,
submitted by Chelo Lewter

My name is Camelot and I am a six year old kerry blue terrier. I have been living with my mom and dad, Chelo and Tom, since I was a puppy. Chelo has taught me many cute tricks.

One of them is to bring my empty doggie dish and place it in her hand for a refill. This I do every day. Sometimes after Chelo gives me "din din" she goes into the bathroom and when she opens the door, there I sit with the empty dish and have to place it in her hand for my usual refill. Lately, I have been bringing her my empty dish for again another refill. Chelo didn't teach me to bring my dish twice, but she lets me get away with it -- she thinks it's cute. I thinks it's one of my new kerry tricks!

Also, when we go to bed at night Chelo puts a "goodo" under the pillow and the rules are that I sit at the foot of the bed until Chelo tells me "look under the pillow". I make my move and push the pillow with my nose and get the goodos Chelo has put there for me. We do this every night. Then we say our kerry prayers and fall asleep.

In the morning when Tom is shaving, I run into the bedroom, jump up on the bed and give Tom that kerry begging look and simply wait. Tom knows what I want, so he goes into the chest of drawers (where there is a tin with my special goodos) and Tom says "speak Camelot" and I let out a bark and Tom gives me my goodo. This we do every morning -- what fun!

There's a spiral staircase in the den and when Chelo tells me "go up the stairs" I galantly go up the stairs and lo and behold Chelo always puts a few goodos on the stairs for when I come down. This we do every afternoon -- lot of fun!

Every morning when Chelo has her breakfast in the den, I am patiently sitting beside her waiting until she's almost finished. Sometimes I get so excited that I just jump up on the sofa, stick my kerry head into her cereal bowl and lap it up. At that time Chelo just gives up and gives into me -- of course!

When I was two years old Chelo brought home a box of delicious scrumptous doughnuts. All 12 were different, gooey, creamy, chocolate filled, cream filled, glazed -- wow what an assortment! Chelo really has good taste. She left them on the counter and went to change clothes, when she came back into the kitchen I was on doughnut number 9. My face was full of powdered sugar, chocolate syrup and strawberry jam. Chelo, was beside herself and almost had a panic attack. She immediately called my vet and told him the story.

(Pssst. I heard the vet laugh at the other end of the phone but
Chelo doesn't know this.)

The vet told her to give me peptobismol and no more food. That was
okay; I was so full anyway! But then the vet told Chelo to sit down and have a hot cup of tea, relax and take a nerve pill. I am so sorry I caused her to get so upset. I really am.

There is this thing on the Kerry Newslist (KB-L) called "countersurfing". Well, I do a little bit of that also. Chelo "sort of lets me", provided it is one of my morsels. She thinks it's sort of cute. Chelo has learned to keep casseroles at the back end of the counter, covered, of course. Just the other day, she left a covered casserole full of chicken legs and thighs on the counter. And how good they smelled! I love Chelo's cooking. The casserole was just close enough for me to tackle. So I put my paws on the counter, reached over and uncovered the lid with my nose and stole a chicken thigh and ran. Chelo saw me, ran after me and grabbed it out of my mouth. Darn it!

I am really a good little boy, and Chelo calls me her Little Lord Fauntleroy. I can be a good boy -- I really can. BUT, just a few days ago Chelo had some friends for lunch and they threw out their leftovers in the kitchen garbage. I was watching; after they all left the room. It was my turn! The garbage can has swinging lids (boy that's an easy one for me) so all I had to do was gently swing the lid with my nose and whamoo -- easy access to delicious leftovers. I tuck my head in and helped myself to everything I could grab. I ran into the other room and Chelo hadn't discovered that I had run off with stolen goods until I had devoured each and every one of them. By the way, I love Chelo's cooking. Chelo, was a bit mad but I think she was more concerned if I ate anything that would make me sick. She's nice and I love Chelo, and I think she loves me ...

Camelot

P.S. My niece Chanel never gets into trouble. She just likes to play with all her toys --silly little girl.

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