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Kathy & Jim Wika
"In memory of their Golden, Sydney"

Hello everybody, I'm K.C. My previous owner liked the Kansas City Chiefs, so they named me that! Me, I like treats. I should have been named Treats.

I"m 5 years old and my Foster Mom says I'm so very pretty. That makes me smile. I used to be an outside dog, but those owners thought I should be an inside dog, so RAGOM said they could find me a good family that would let me live inside. Is that YOU?

I've learned a LOT of stuff since I got here 2 weeks ago. I learned that I can sleep in the chair, or on the couch, or on the floor, but my favorite place is wherever my FM or FD is. I just want to be close by them. I do love my fur sister Frannie, too. She's taught me a lot of stuff, too. She potties outside, so I do that now, too. I haven't had what the people call "an accident" for a week. Frannie also sits for treats, so I do that, too. We get treats! YUMMY!!! Some we get at bed time, and I know when my FM is ready for bed now. I know when she puts on her jammies. She calls them that, it's just fuzzy clothes. Silly mom. Anyway, she gets a glass of ice water and a book, and I RUN to the stairs, cuz I KNOW it's bedtime! And we get TREATS at bedtime! We each get a crunchy pumpkin treat, and a very, very delicious chewy jerky treat, too. But we have to sit for them. We do good at that!

I sleep beside mom and dad's bed, by Frannie. I have a blankie that I whip this way and that, and get it all arranged just the way I want it. Then I sleep all night. In the morning I run down the stairs to the laundry room and that's how everyone knows I have to go outside. My FM thinks I'm like this genius or something, for learning to show them how I need to go potty. *Sigh* I'm just a smarty pants. When I come back in, I get breakfast. I love to eat. 

My mom also gives me a piece of meat with a half pill in it, in the morning and at night. I have this thing called Epilepsy, and I kind of fall apart if I don't get my half pill every 12 hours. But my mom? She's never seen me do that, cuz she gets me my pills. I'm glad. And so is she. 

Well, that's all I have to say about me for now. I hope you're still reading, and you weren't scared off by the Epilepsy. I'm such a good girl, my mama says so. She loves me to pieces, she says. Whatever that means! I cuddle, I kiss, I love, I have good manners, and I will love to be in a good family, too. What do you think? Should we meet? Think about that, okay?

K.C.