He has arrived!

I have been bored to tears.. but Mumsy has been too busy to allow me to use her piece of metal to vent my pent up frustrations! The tiny hooman has arrived! He came in late Nov and since then my hoomans' attention has been split into two... that means I have less of them!

I can't decide if I like this tiny hooman yet. All he does is yell! Mumsy and Dad allow him to yell but when I bark, they will hush me! How unfair is that?

Here's some photos of us together. These were taken in early Jan, when the tiny hooman was about 6 weeks old. He is much much bigger (FATTER) now. I don't think he is that much interested in me just yet!

Our first meeting

Hrmm I think I need to brush my teeth!

Hot date with the babes!

WOAH! I had a hot HOT morning at the beach with a couple of hot babes!

It came as a complete surprise cos usually my lazy arse Mumsy would like to sleep in on Sat mornings. This morning, the hoomans woke up early, got me ready in a jiffy and told me we were going to meet some pretty babes!

Waiting patiently for Daddy at the void deck while he buys coffee

And yes, I finally met Miss Fussypot Pants herself! She is reeeaaally cute, although like I mentioned before, I like my gals a bit furrier! I could sense that she wanted to touch me cos she kept standing in front of me and blocking my view but something stopped her. I tried to stay still for a bit so that she can touch me but I think she is too shy.. May be she has a crush on me!

The weather was unbearably hot that I drooled tonnes... Dad brought me to the sea and I surprised him by JUMPING into the sea! Now my frens who have been following my blog would have known that I don't quite like the sea. Mumsy promptly tried to film me SWIMMING but that klutz must have hit the wrong button cos when she got home, there was NO VEEDEO in the camera! DUH.. and they say primates are the smartest animals on the planet.

I did the swimming stunt a few more times cos Miss Fussypot Pants wanted to see.. Poor Auntie Xian had to keep carrying her cos she (the cutie) didn't wanna touch the sand. After a bit, the 2nd babe arrived! This one is really tiny! Baby Lilin kept grinning at me and was brave enough to touch me. To reward her, I licked her foot a couple of times and she giggled each time when I did that. Mumsy told me the tiny hooman coming will be like Baby Lilin and that I have to be gentle with hoomans of this size. I was! I sat there for Baby Lilin to pat my head!

Sexy babe alert! Baby Lilin struggling to get to me!

Back to Miss Fussypot Pants, Cate... She finally plucked up the courage to feed me some water. After her first try, she kept trying to feed me more.. I tried my best to drink as much as I could, but seriously babe, there's only so much I can drink!

Cate plucking up her courage to feed me water

We mingled a bit more before the tiny hoomans had to go get some food in their tummies. By then I was getting tired myself too! The weather was really getting into me and I was so thankful when the hoomans led me to the car.

Oh one last thing. I met another babe at the beach too. Her name is Cookie and she is a 10 mth old Border Collie! Even Mumsy said she was lovely cos she has never seen a BC in that colouration before. I was a bit afraid of her though and Mumsy had to embarrass me by calling me a COWARD! SIGH!!! PARENTS!

Cookie the BC!

"Guard duty"

Mumsy is trying to make up for the relative silence of the past couple of months by posting some of the peektures and veedeos she and Dad captured. Also, I foresee that she will be too busy once the tiny hooman appears, hence I probably will not be posting much once he arrives (which is reaaaaallly soon).

From Jul to Oct, my hoomans have been making sure that they lavish quite a bit of attention to me. Dad has numerous veedeos of me going off leash in the field chasing after my duckie, my balls and frisbees. I won't post them as they are rather boring. All you see is my sexy (ahem) butt running up and down to retrieve my toys.

But Dad did manage to capture one very unique veedeo... As Aunty Jane (Augus's mum) can attest to it, I am a very light sleeper. Any sound will cause me to wake up and look around. Dad managed to capture a veedeo of me 'guarding' the washing machine. Well, I don't know what guarding means, but from the way Mumsy uses that word ON ME, I m sure it meant something, well, not good. She said if I am going to be like that, I will prob make a lousy guard dog when the tiny hooman comes.

Hrmm...

The grape

Mumsy currently has cravings for grapes. It's one of her all time fav fruits. That day, she got Daddy to get some for her and Daddy, being Daddy, always share stuff with me. He gave me one of her grape to try! Mumsy gave them to me before but cautioned Dad that I might choke on it. She told him to break the grape into half and not distract me when I am eating it.

At first I thought it was a really small ball. It was rather tasteless though. I chased it around with my tongue, licked it about and basically had a ball of a time (pardon the pun) with it. Only when Daddy made a move to take it away from it (bcos I didn't seem to want to eat it) that I swallowed it in a gulp.

Mumsy took a veedeo of it. Please pardon the shaky footage cos Mumsy has a lousy sense of balance with her huge tummy now.



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13th Nov, 1.06pm
Hi guys, I thought i would add a bit in about this grape issue. Mumsy would like to clarify that this is the THIRD grape I have ever eaten in my life. She didn't realise that it was toxic to me becos the very first grape I tried was one that fell out of her food bowl. I gobbled it up before she could stop me and was fine after that. That's why she thought it was ok for me. But now that she knows better, she has told me that I will never get to taste it EVER AGAIN. BOO!

A visitor!

Last Sunday, the hoomans were especially busy.. Usually they will take their own sweet time to clean my housemate's cage (Oh, Scruffy passed away recently, so all that is left is Scrappy). I was wondering what the commotion was about until Mumsy said we were expecting some visitors, including one especially for me!

I could sense the excitement and barked at any footsteps I heard. FINALLY they came! It was a white Westie!!! Now, frens who have been following my blog would know that I have a problem with white dogs! Blame the husky who made me fear white dogs. Anyway this Westie's name is Beemer! Cool name! I wonder why my parents gave me such an ordinary name. Why can't I be Merc, or Ferrari or Lotus?? Ok, Lotus sounds too feminine!

Anyway I was excited to see Beemer! His hoomans were Aunty Elaine and Uncle Terry! They were so nice to bring me two cans of Addiction wet food! Still waiting for my hoomans to let me try the new favours! I wagged my tail so hard that Auntie Elaine said I was doing the butt dance! Then something embarrassing happened: I lost control of my bladder! SIGH! I think I need to meet more doggies. Beemer thought I was teaching him how to mark and started marking my house!! Auntie E quickly put him into the kitchen and we started to wrestle. He plays rough and I have to say I m getting rusty at wrestling... Then he started marking my kitchen!!! Boy, was I mad! I went and mark at the places HE marked so Mumsy's kitchen became a battleground. In the end, the hoomans thought it will be better for us to go down to the field for a romp.

We, or rather I, had fun in the field! Dad let me go off leash to play some Fetch but poor Beemer was tied up.. He seems to like my Mumsy a lot and stood on his hindlegs to play with her. Since the field was muddy, poor Beemer's coat was dirty. I think he must be wondering why we dragged him to a muddy field and made him dirty, yet not allowing him to have fun.

We ended the day outside my house, talking to the next door neighbour. She was so nice, gave me and Beemer each a tennis ball! Auntie E said Beemer loves his ball but my hoomans kept mine out of reach so that there will be a ball for me to play with when I go down to the field.

Here's some photos of the visit!

Trying to look like we are good boys so that we can get the free tennis balls!

Me telling Beemer that I have a plan to get more balls!


Ok, don't ask me what I am doing here. I don't know!

One nice photo to remember!

Furminated!

Sorry guys! It's not like I don't wanna post, but Mumsy has been so tired lately that she seldom allows me to type on her piece of metal! If you are wondering how I am, I have been rather well. In fact I gained quite a bit of weight since my hoomans gave up on the food fight. They have started giving wet food mixed with my kibbles and since the regime started, I have finished all my meals! YUMZ!! So to all the doggies that are still fighting for good food, keep up with your hunger strike!

Anyhow, Mumsy ordered a Furminator from Benny's Mum in May and that lazy arse (my Mumsy not Auntie Zoe) didn't bother to collect it from Auntie Zoe! She finally got it last wheek after much chasing from Auntie Zoe. Immediately, my hoomans wanted to furminate me. I was a bit suspicious cos I smelled Benny on the packaging.. I thought it was some new toy or chew bones from Benny! Dad had a hard time convincing me not to go for the Furminator and to sit still while he did it! I kept wanting to have a bite of it! You can see from the peektures how confused I was. Cos usually if I perform some tricks, my hoomans will reward me with something... And I was hoping that this time, it would be the Furminator!

Daddy trying to tell me rolling over doesn't mean I get to bite the Furminator

Trying to get a nibble of it!

Ok no more monkeying around. Don't be fooled by my docile face cos immediately after that I went for the Furminator again!

Daddy was pretty skeptical of the brush, cos to him, it looked like any other brush.. Nothing really special about it. Plus the instructions mentioned that it might cause skin burns if the hoomans don't use it properly so Dad was brushing me very gingerly. Hence he didn't get much fur out! Mumsy got impatient and took over. In 10 mins, she got that pile of fur out of my coat!

Can you see the fur ball? Notice Mumsy holding onto my tail? Cos I have the tendency of eating my own fur...

Clearer??

Mumsy brushed me again the following night and I am proud to say that I produced another big fur ball!! May be I should measure the balls I produce! Dad was finally convinced it was worth paying so much for this brush cos when he gave me my weekly shower, I didn't clog up the drain. That's a first for me! I am gonna get furminated again tonight and I have to admit, it is rather soothing... The only worry Mumsy has is that it seems to be getting more fur out on my right flank than my left one.. Dad said if that continues, I might be bald on the right! GASP!!!

Family!

To me, Sundays are the best day of the week! That's when my hoomans will bring me out for looooong walks when the sun is still shining. Not only that I get to spend some time with my housemates when they get their weekly cleaning.

Now I really love my housemates.. Just to refresh your memory again, Scruffy is a white/ lilac rex who looks like a panda bear. Scrappy, her sister, is also a white/lilac smooth coat that looks like a tapier. They live in my kitchen in 2 separate cages cos even though they are sisters, they fight!

I am unable to reach them since they are in their cages and my hoomans are worried that I might chomp them up if I do. It was during one of these lazy Sunday afternoons, under my hoomans' supervision that I finally gotta meet them face to face. And despite my hoomans' fears, I didn't tear them into pieces. In fact I love them soooo much that I gave them a good licking!!! I don't think they like it though, cos they were squealing like crazy.

Here's the veedeos Dad managed to capture. Can you see my abundant love for them even though they aren't, well, doggies. I still treat them like my older sisters.





Now my hoomans tell me that our family is going to expand again! This time a tiny hooman boy will be joining us at the end of the year. Apparently Mumsy is carrying him right now as I type. I mean I know Mumsy has been acting all strange in the last couple of months. Heck, she even smells different. Makes me wanna protect her, but she is avoiding me like a plague! Dad says it is not my fault that my natural scent makes her nauseated. She hasn't been going for walks with us so it is just Dad and I having some male bonding session.

The hoomans are trying to teach me to more sharing and more patient before the tiny hooman comes. But after seeing how I react with my piggy housemates, I think they now trust me with the tiny hooman. I haven't decided if I like him yet, cos I haven't seen him, but since I like all tiny hoomans, I am sure he and I will get along just fine.