"kilo"

Leonard had a lot of pet dogs in his lifetime and probably favored "kilo" the most.

Leonard once had the "pick of the litter" of some Norwegian Elkhound puppies.
Leonard picked the biggest puppy of the litter, hence the name, "Kilo".
"Kilo" was a very intelligent K-9 and picked up commands and tricks with little or no re-inforcment in training.
Leonard would (at every chance) take "Kilo" to the park for a few rounds of catch the frisbee.
"Kilo" had natural talent to catch the frisbee in his jaw while jumping in mid-air.
People at the park would be sit and be amazed as "Kilo" did his thing.

Leonard thought of his dog "Kilo" as a STUD and would let him out to prowl the hood and as Leonard would put it, "...get some (tail) from some female dog..."

One night "Kilo" did not return home and Leonard received a phone call the next day from the local Veterinarian holding "Kilo's" tags.

"Kilo" had been shot by someone a couple of blocks away. "Kilo" was a very strong dog and tried to crawl back to Leonard's house, only making some 20 to 30 feet. A "concerned citizen" called the Vet and "Kilo" was identified.

Leonard recovered "Kilo" and took him to a pet cemetery on the south side of big "H" for a decent funeral and burial.

"Kilo" was a brother to Leonard with all the love a man could have with a K-9.

Leonard cried that day.....