The corgi that doesn't like food

Another post in less than 24hrs!

2010-02-06T00:23:00.000+08:00

What a treat for u guys! Another post in less than 24hrs! Mumsy is waiting for her fur to dry before heading to bed! So I begged her to let me use her metal thingy for a bit.

Life with the Little Monster (or TLM to u) is kinda interesting. Initially I was jealous of the attention my hoomans were lavishing on him. If he barked (more like MEWL), they will all rush to him! So when the hoomans carried him into my domain (the most important room of the house: THE Kitchen), I would barked at him. As he grew older, he began to look for me once he woke up or got back from his Granny's place in the evening. When he started to crawl, he came to look for me. I think he fancied that he was a corgi too! I was the only thing that kept him in his high chair during meals and he was more than willing to share what he was eating with me. I was also the only thing he would stand up and walk to when he started to walk!

Of cos I am flattered by all the attention. And from the last post, u see we get on pretty well. I like licking him and I get a kick out of seeing him giggle when I do so. He on the other hand, loves to pat me and massage me, though I think he likes pulling my fur more. Nowadays, when he wakes in the morning and the hoomans are too lazy to bring him down, I will bark "Good morning TLM!" once I hear him blabbering. Of cos it will inevitably wake up one of the hoomans (usually Mumsy) that is still snoozing!

Anyhow, here's the veedeo I promised u! The naughty brat is actually ordering me to SIT! Oh just in case u are wondering, TLM is 14.5 mths old now. The veedeo was taken just before he turned 14 mths.

An update!

2010-02-05T17:41:00.005+08:00

Mumsy has been so busy with the Little Monster and her thesis that she hasn't had time to let me pound on her metal thingy.

Anyway I can't stay long to chat. Just a few photos of me and the Little Monster. He is growing up too fast! Just a few wks ago, he started to ORDER me, his ELDER brother to SIT! Will try to get Mumsy to post the veedeo soon.

He has arrived!

2009-02-25T12:41:00.000+08:00

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!

2008-11-22T15:49:00.000+08:00

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"

2008-11-20T19:00:00.000+08:00

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

2008-11-11T19:53:00.001+08:00

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!

2008-11-06T16:35:00.000+08:00

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!

2008-10-20T19:38:00.000+08:00

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!

2008-07-17T18:56:00.001+08:00

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.

The making of a Sith (?!) Lord

2008-07-07T19:40:00.000+08:00

Obvious this post would have loads of inputs from my Mumsy. No sane doggy would subject him/herself to such humiliation.

The story begins...

Long long time ago, in a galaxy far far away, a young Jedi Doggie has been captured by two evil hoomans, in their bid to convert him into the world's first Doggie Sith Lord!

First, the young doggie has to subject himself to a thorough wash to remove the reek of the Jedi off him...

As you can see, he isn't enjoying it much. He is trying to use his big eyes to implore someone to release him from this torture.

After the trial by washing, there is the trial by rinsing... For a corgi who hates water, this tests every bit of his courage. He has a big pail of water dumped on him unceremoniously. He tries to escape and return to the Light but he cannot escape the clutches of the evil hooman (This is def MY input!) despite shaking lotsa water at him!

As if the torture was not long drawn enough, he has to be subjected to BUTT washing (yes, not brain washing). By this time, the young Jedi lost his resolve and started to whine...

At last he is half through the rite of conversion! Before leaving the water hell, he has to go through the squirting rite of passage while the evil hoomans laugh away....

He is not through yet. To be a Sith Lord means he has to earn his cape! He tries to escape but the hoomans are too strong... Whining doesn't help either...

Slowly, his resistance weakens... He now obeys the evil hoomans, albeit with some reluctance.. The transformation is almost complete!

After the final vigorous rub of the cape, our young palawan is now

Doggie

Sith Lord!

Bones, bones, bones!

2008-06-15T13:40:00.000+08:00

As promised this is the follow up post on the goodies Uncle Martin brought along during his last visit! He usually brings one BIG bag of my keebles, my fav dog biscuits and my milk bones! This time around he brought along 6 cans of Addiction's Bushmeat! Mumsy is trying to fatten me up!

Alas, the usual milk bone I chew upon ran out, so Uncle Martin compensated by bringing me the biggest size he has. Mumsy doesn't like me eating the big ones because I take longer to finish it and I like to swing it about so violently that it packs a tight smack when it hits my hoomans. In fact, after getting one of these huge bones, I promptly gave Mumsy a huge bruise on her ankle after she stood too close to me while I was on my swinging rampage!

I couldn't wait for my hoomans to give me the bones. Mumsy had to ruin it all by making me dig for my bone! Needless to say, the whole plastic bag was covered with drool after that. Take a look at it!

I failed the first time around so Mumsy had to give me a helping paw. Got it on the second try!

I am off to enjoy another big bone... YUMZZZZ!

Uncle Martin's visit: The bad side

2008-06-07T11:50:00.000+08:00

I always have mixed feelings when Uncle Martin comes to visit me. Why? Because he brings the yummiest stuff over to me, like my milk bones and new food (this time around it is Addiction's Bush meat!). If he only just stick to delivering the good stuff and leave my paws alone, he might be my favouritest hooman ever!

But NOOOOO, he has to always take the stupid nail clipper out to check my nails and give them a trim! WHY oh WHY must he torture me so? So I do what I do best: STRUGGLE! Now it takes Dad and Uncle Martin together to get all my nails trimmed. I dunno why it is so scary for me. It doesn't really hurt but when I see the clipper coming close to my digits, it is just pure panic for me.

Here's me greeting Uncle Martin happily! Note my waggy tail!

Here's me not looking at the nail cutting process! In this case, I have gone totally limp and Dad has to support my weight.

And here's me trying to take a bite out of the nail clipper and Uncle Martin's paw steathily.

I try to think of the good stuff that Uncle Martin brings along each time and it makes things easier to bear. I will show u guys the loot he brought along in the next post. Till then...

I have been naughty...

2008-05-03T15:01:00.000+08:00

My hoomans have been really busy! With Auntie E leaving, things are finally a bit more settled. I am back in my own hidey hole, although I much prefer the larger space in the kitchen. With that, my walks have been cut back to once daily. SIGH!

But I have been keeping myself busy in my hidey hole! Dad accidentally left a piece of yellow cake-like thingy with green topping within my reach. Initially, I thought my hoomans were being nice by giving me a cake to welcome me back to my hidey hole, but it didn't taste like the cakes I had before. Pooey! Nonetheless it was pretty addictive once I got my teeth into it. I haven't been shredding anything lately and this was definitely fun!

Mumsy wasn't amused though. She was worried I swallowed some and gave me a scolding. I am alright! I have better taste than to eat something called a SPONGE!

Here are the peektures. As you can see, I am pretty embarrassed after getting ticked off by my Mumsy.

New fren!

2008-04-11T09:44:00.000+08:00

I have been rather busy recently! U see, Mumsy's fren is currently staying with us. That means I had to give up my hidey-hole so that she can do whatever hoomans do in that room.

I am getting used to staying in the kitchen. Although I miss my hidey-hole, the trade off is that I get to go for walks TWICE a day! That means I get to mark everywhere TWICE! Isn't that good?

Anyway Mumsy's fren, Auntie Esther, has been awesome. She has the nicest smelling feet! When she comes into the kitchen, I would literally lick her feet. Mumsy is embarrassed by my behaviour but Auntie E just shrugs it off and give me a gd scratch beneath my ears. She is sooo cool!

Here's a photo of us together. With her around, I no longer follow my hoomans around. I hope she stays forever!

The toilet plunger

2008-03-25T08:34:00.000+08:00

The hoomans came home the other day with this weird thing in their hands! I immediately thought: What a big toy for me! I chased after it and it was awhile before my hoomans realised why I was bugging them.

Mumsy was very amused but explained to me that it is a toilet plunger. Now, because I shed so much, the pipe in my hidey-hole is clogged up. This isn't good as whenever I take a much hated shower, the water level just goes up and not down. With Mumsy's fren coming to stay, having a flooded toilet ain't good! Of cos if I had my way, I would have a flooded loo any day! That means I don't have to bathe! Sad to say my Dad managed to declog the pipes so it is shower as usual for me. ARRGHH! I am gonna shed more and stuff my fur down the pipes!

Here's a veedeo of me going crazy with the toilet plunger. I really like playing with it!

Nice & sunny!

2008-03-16T13:34:00.000+08:00

The weather held! It was bright and sunny the whole of today and my hoomans decided to bring me for a looong walk at the beach to make up for the lack of exercising the whole of last wheek!

All ready to go! Here's me in my hoomans' new veehicle!

Lotsa hoomans at the beach!

It was very warm though, and we corgis aren't really built for such hot weather! I was panting within 5 mins but was definitely game to take a long walk!

Here's me on the beach! It smelled funky... I can't really decided if I like the smell of the beach. Dad saw a pile of weirdly shaped sand and wanted to trample on it but Mumsy stopped him! Apparently, my fellow doggie frens, these are NOT the works of aliens (whatever they are) but of tiny hoomans! Somebody should teach them to do better things than that!

Me at the strand line, sniffing the smell of fresh air!

See the weird pile of sand on the right? Also notice that I have been doing some serious sniffing around!

I am still petrified of the sea though. Mumsy managed to capture a short bit on veedeo showing me running away from the incoming waves. Sigh.. Sometimes I think parents are out to embarrass their kids, hoomans or otherwise.

We next came to a new area of the park, a place where hoomans zipped around this body of water, ON TOP of it! I was rather amused by them flying here and there! May be they are a new type of hoomans that can fly!

New species discover by me: hoomanus volans!

I was quite a celebrity today too! A lot of the hoomans were pointing at me. Sometimes I hear good stuff like, "So cuuuuute!" or "That's a cute corgi!". But there are some really annoying hoomans that said "Sausage dog!". I am not a dachshund! The two breeds only have one thing in common, short legs. I have more similarities to a husky (tail, shaggy mane and pointy ears) than a dachshund! Well, I can tolerate these people as sometimes, my hoomans would correct them and tell them that I am the Queen's dog! The people I can't tolerate are those that view me like I am a monster! A couple of gals actually stood frozen in place squealing at me when they saw me! I could smell their fear and was tempted to pee at their legs, if it wasn't my hoomans stopping me! Hmmppff!

Contemplating on why some hoomans think I am a monster

After the two hours walk, I was completely bushed. Collapsed in a heap where ever my hoomans stopped. It feels good in a odd way, your muscles aching, your throat parched and your paws sore. But I rather have a good work out then stay at home doing nothing!

Me, stretched out on the floor of the lift in my apartment building!

It is finally sunny!

2008-03-15T03:27:00.000+08:00

We had terrible weather the past week! There was no way my hoomans would have brave the rain and allowed me to romp in the mud so it meant that I was given extremely short and boring walks! Because I am now kept in the kitchen, I usually hold my pee (and poo) in until my regular evening walks. In the past, I just did the deed on the newspapers left in my hidey-hole. That means no matter what the weather, I NEED that walk!

This is what I have been up to the whole wheek: NOTHING! Don't I look pathetic?

After a whole week of walking up and down the void deck, I woke up to a bright and sunny day! Finally! I hope the weather last, athough some dark clouds are already creeping across the sky. Why can't my hoomans bring me out now instead of going to work?! I can't wait to stretch my legs and have a good run!

Can you see the ships on the top right hand corner? That's how near my home is to the beach!

Please please please stay up there in the sky Mr Sun!

Psssst: the peektures are up in my previous post!

Upgraded!

2008-03-12T10:06:00.000+08:00

Hey my fellow doggie frens! Do you still remember me? I didn't fall off the face of the earth! Blame my Mumsy! She has been really busy and coming home later than usual. That means I have been feeling rather neglected. Dad has been bringing me out for long walks while she is busy at work. Why these hoomans only think about work?! They should be like us doggies, stay at home and sleep. After all GOD does provide for everyone, why should these hoomans fret so much?

Anyway, in preparations of the arrival of a house guest at the end of the month, my hoomans have been training me to stay in the kitchen during the day. In the past, I was banished to my hidey-hole once they leave for work. I was a puppy then and I couldn't really control my pee and poo. But now, since I am a big boy now, I can usually wait for them to come home and bring me for a walk before I do my business! So now I have a much bigger room to roam about! I have company too! My two housemates live in the kitchen but they are usually too busy eating grass to hold a proper conversation. They can't speak Doglish and I can't speak Piglish either. At least I know I am not all alone at home.

Enjoying my bone in a bigger space!

Slurp!

I did have an accident or two while in the kitchen. On both times, my hoomans forgot to leave some newspapers for me to pee on. My hoomans didn't blame me though. If they did, I would have bite them! GRRR!

Mumsy forgot to upload the peektures of my new play area into her metal piece, despite me nagging her to do so! Urgh! That means I can't show u how happy I am in my new space! Have to remind her to do so AGAIN!

Blame the hoomans!

Prince William's Barkday Pawty!

2008-02-25T04:41:00.000+08:00

I feel so much more refreshed after a good night's rest. I got my hoomans a lil' worried after not moving much in the kitchen yesterday evening. Daddy was convinced that I was sick but Mumsy proved him wrong when she took out my bone and I was up and jumping in no time.
So where were we? Oh yes, Prince's barkday pawty!

My hoomans bundled me out of Benny's shop as we were already late for the next pawty. At first, I was very reluctant to move as all my pals were still having fun! After much (forceful) persuasion, I got into the car with Mumsy, who was again feeling sneezy all over. She actually lost her voice becos she was coughing so much in the shop. At this rate, I might never get to go and hang out with my pals again cos it always make her so sick. Sigh...

We got to this place called Pawtobello, where doggies and their hoomans can have a meal together. Now for my overseas frens, this might seem ordinary, but over here, many eateries, bistros, restaurants and coffee shops do not allow pets in their premises! Not even if you are dining al fresco! Many pet lovers have protested against this, but the mindset is already fixed. Hence the owners of Pawtobello decided to come out with a place to help doggie lovers have a good meal with their pooches! When we got there, Auntie C and Prince were already there, tucking into their food. Also there was a really sweet gal named Ami! She is a Yorkie and sits dainty like a princess! After a bit, another sweet gal doggie named Milky came to join us! Milky is a Maltese and also sits dainty like a princess! I think all gal doggies sit like princesses! Only guy doggies do macho stuff!

As usual, here are the photos. I think they tell a better story than me!

Me greeting Prince rather, erm, enthusiatically

Prince - camera shy

There! A decent photo of him!

Ami, waiting patiently for the food to be served
Milky

Cake! It tasted so much nicer than my barkday cake!

Waiting eagerly for the slow hoomans to give them the cake

Hurry up! Ami says she want TWO servings!

Prince definitely enjoyed the cake

And surprise! So did I! I usually don't bother with food as there are a lot of other things to do!

I had TWO servings too!

After the cake, the hoomans continued to chat while Mumsy took the chance to take a look at the mechandise sold at the shop. She saw this really cute cap and made me wear it. Although it fits, I think the cap is too, erm, GAY for me. Whatever that means.

Gay-looking me!

Urgh!

I was beginning to feel tired even at the shop. Although there were a lot more pooches there, most of them were the small dainty breeds so I couldn't do much wrestling with them. I did bit two white doggies but not Milky! I simply have something against them! This Japanese Spitz came too close and I immediately reacted. Dad saw and gave me a big yank on my prong collar so I decided to stay away from those pesky white doggies. Two big labs came in too and they almost stepped on the Barkday Boy before Mumsy had the sense to yank him away. Now, having a squashed Barkday Boy wouldn't be nice, would it?

I think this photo would be an appropriate ending to a fulfilling day! It describes my feeling aptly don't you think! I can't wait for more pawty invitations!

Cookie's Barkday!

2008-02-24T15:43:00.000+08:00

I have never been invited to a barkday pawty in my life before and today, I got to go to not one, but TWO barkday pawties! Cookie and Prince both threw awesome pawties and I had so much fun that I did nothing but sleep when I got back.

The hoomans overslept this morning, hence we were late for Cookie's barkday pawty at Benny's shop! I got lamblasted for that by the barkday boy for being late, the moment we stepped in! Not only that, Benny joined in too!! I was so terrified that I hid under the chair while my useless hoomans left me to fend for myself!

I never seen so many corgis gathered in one small place before! There were 12 of us and boy, we had fun! Fur was flying everywhere and Mumsy was consciously trying to hold her breath each time a tuff of fur flew across her face. It is rather tough to describe everything so I am just gonna show you the evidence and describe as I go along.

The Pawty!

Getting a earful from the barkday boy, Cookie (the one in blue angel wings)

Wrestle - Clare, Benny, Cookie and I

Me getting an upper hand over Benny for once

We were all waiting patiently for the cake cutting session and for the feasting to start. At least they were, I wasn't! I went to check out the other corgis at the pawty instead!

Clare, chilled out and calm

Ode - who growled at me!

Here is Collar (left) a very shy boy and Ode

Mumsy loves huggable corgis and the next series of photos is of Buta, a really pwetty lady! I think she is ok, but my Mum is obsessed with her!

All hail Lady Buta!

Stretched

Ya, u called?

Benny checking out Buta's ear, while Chester looks on

Gimme a paw massage like Aunty Zoe does, Mum!

Sweet gal ain't she?

This shot is definitely NOT taken by me. It is very rude to take photos of other ladies' butts! Handsome Chester!

Shy Collar who never strayed away from his hoomans

This is Wolfie, a 10 months old corgi that is the smallest sized corgi there!

He looks like a JTR don't he?

He is even smaller than 6 mths old Lucky and Clare!

It was time to cut the cake! Benny, the resident foodie, immediately positioned himself under the the food table so that he would be the first to get it!

Benny is wondering if there is a possibility that the table would collapse. He would be in the best position to get the most food!

Cookie and his cake

Buta wasn't really interested in singing the birthday song

Time to eat?

This is Rhubarb, another shy dog that only emerged when the food was served

Stretching to get good food!

Finger licking gd!

No more!

Buta waiting patiently

Gate crasher!

Ode was shadowing Rhubarb the whole day!

Rhubarb waiting at the door

Mumsy loves corgis' butts. Hence another photo of Rhubarb's butt. She didn't manage to get photos of Lucky and Barn2 this time though...

I'm tired... I think I shall save Prince William's barkday story for tomorrow. I... can... barely.... keep......... my.................. eyes..................... o............pen............. *snore*

Much to do about nothing...

2008-02-18T15:27:00.000+08:00

My Mumsy has been really busy hence I could not find the chance to use her piece of metal to update my blog!

The only two highlights that happened to me since my last post were that two small hoomans came over one Sat afternoon and played with me! They came together with their big hoomans and two older hoomans. Mumsy said they were Daddy's parents, brother, his wife and two hooman puppies! I have seen them before but the last time they came, they refused to stand near me! As if I looked scary! I am the nicest, most placid dog in the world. I might even be a teeny weeny afraid of them (don't tell!)! This time around I thought it would be the same cos they kept running away from me shouting "eeeeeee". I think it is a type of hooman game so stood there patiently, wagging my tail while waiting for them to come back to me. After they had their meal, they plucked up enough courage to come into the kitchen to pet me. I wanted to pounce on them since they were roughly my size but Mumsy held on tightly to my collar. In the end, I sensed that they were a bit scared of me so I sat there quietly for them to pet me. It took all my self control to do that!

I look so cute, why would anybody be afraid of me?

The older hoomans had lotsa fun teasing me. Now Mumsy has been training me to respond in Doglish when someone knocks on the door. I still can't get used to it and so far, I would only do it if either of my hoomans are home. I would bark ONLY if my hooman says, "Who's that?". So that afternoon, Daddy's parents kept saying "Who's that?" loudly and each time I hear that, I would bark! They seemed so amused at it!

The second highlight was the trip to the reservoir. Usually my hoomans sleep late on Sat mornings. Much to my surprise, I heard them stirring at 7.30am yesterday! It seemed that Mumsy had to work and Daddy was gonna be sweet and waited for her while she did her stuff. I got to go along too, partly to keep Dad company and also as a treat for me to stretch my short legs. Mumsy disappeared once we got there and after a bit, there was a loud din! Lotsa clanking and banging that I started to bark back! By this time Daddy was motified and had to drag me away. He later explained that during Lunar New Year, dragons and lions appear and when they do, hoomans would make loud noises to scare them away! I didn't think those bangings would be effective though. In fact I saw the dragon and the lions dancing about! Dad said it was for show and it was to welcome some very important people for the function. Oh well, hoomans are too complicated to comprehend. Anyhow Mumsy appeared after the din died down and it was time to go home.

Oh Mumsy reminded me to thank all of you for your well wishes and concern. To Barn2's Mummy, Mumsy says she has already built up resistance to many pills, especially over the counter types. She has been on antihistamines since young and now only uses the newest type when she suffers from severe reactions. Mumsy is more careful while playing with me now. With the exception of some rashes, she is perfectly fine.

The day I almost killed my Mom...

2008-02-09T11:57:00.000+08:00

The hoomans have been really busy. Apparently it is the Lunar New Year so they have to do lots of cleaning and throwing and keeping the house clean. Even with Auntie Huay coming to help them, they were still struggling all the way till Wed's night, which was the eve of the New Year. Because of all the cleaning and washing, I haven't been getting my usual dose of attention. Even my daily walks were shorter! I could only watch the hoomans carrying mops, brooms, this machine that sucks in stuff and makes lotsa noise, tonnes of washings, detergents and such around the house. That is when they are at home though. They have been coming home late, laden with deliciously smelling stuff (Mumsy: they are the tibits and cookies for the Lunar New Year). But the good news is, the Lunar New Year has came and went and the hoomans are back to giving lotsa attention! Not only that, the hoomans have lotsa other hoomans visiting them! Grandpapa, Grandmama and Auntie E came over this afternoon and I had lotsa fun playing with them although Grandpapa said I was a big coward! HMMMPPFF!

Just a background for my non-Chinese hoomans frens: Chinese around the world celebrate Lunar New Year as the start of spring. Festivities last 15 days, starting on the eve of the Lunar New Year, where families gather around to have reunion dinners. These dinners are usually more lavish than those prepared at other times of the year and extended families will travel long distances to catch up and meet up with frens and family. On the first day of the year, the younger generation will visit their elders and those who are married would have to give red packets to single relatives! All in all, it is a very tiring but happy time for everybody! Mumsy tried to include me in the festivities by buying me US Doggie Bakery's reunion dinner and making me pose with red lanterns!

Me, looking stoopid with red lanterns.

My yummilicious reunion dinner! Yumzzz...

Pose, pose, pose. Hoomans and their posings!

Today the hoomans are a lot more free and they decided to make it up to me by bringing me to the beach. Everything went well and they stopped at a drive through to buy food. That's when the problem started and I almost killed my Mumsy. Mumsy decided to carry me on her lap and opened the car window so that I can feel the breeze on my face. I normally sit at the foot of her feet in the car. I kinda enjoy the wind ruffling through my fur but hate it when other cars zoomed passed! We managed to find a place to park and I noticed that Mumsy was starting to have her sniffles. She began to rub her nose and started sneezing in my face! That isn't something out of the ordinary as Mumsy is very sensitive to many stuff and her sneezing in my face is quite the norm. But this time around it wasn't like the usual. She started developing welts on her face and her mouth swelled! By this time Dad was worried and insisted that she sat down and rest. Her eyes were red and she was wheezing like an old lady. In the mean time her sneezes continued unabated and she began having difficulties trying to draw a breath. I tried to comfort her but Daddy held me far away from her! Dad himself couldn't go near her without me getting in her face. She rested for quite awhile before recovering some what. Dad insisted that we aborted the walk and headed for home, but didn't want her to be in close contact with me. Can you imagine how hurt I was? It was as if I was making her sick! Mumsy had to drive and you could see that in the enclosed area of the car, she was steadily getting worse again. She managed to get us all home in one piece before she collapsed in the kitchen, sneezing and coughing at the same time. Dad had to shut me up in the loo while he tend to her. I heard Daddy insisting something about hospital and injections but Mumsy managed to pop a pill in time. By then her face was covered with rashes, her eyes were red and watery, her throat and mouth were itchy and she couldn't breathe properly... Dad bundled her up to take a bath and that was the last I saw of her. She is resting now, but I think she is better cos she has stopped sneezing!

Mumsy's rashes after the welts subsided. Can you imagine how bad it was before that?

Daddy later explained that Mumsy almost went into anaphylactic shock as she had a bad reaction to me. I was really puzzled cos I have been together with Mumsy for almost a year and have never seen her reacting to me in this manner! Dad said that when I sat on her lap and stuck my head out of the car window, the wind ruffled my fur and caused dander to be blown into her face, hence she reacted that badly. Mumsy is allergic to 78 different things out of the 150 stuff she tested against. And guess what? She is allergic to DOGS! I was so insulted! The only good thing is that she is also allergic to cats and get this: COWS! When she changes Scrappy and Scruffy's litter, she wears a mask to prevent herself from getting a bad reaction. At this point, I started to blame myself for causing Mumsy so much pain. Dad saw it and told me that Mumsy loves animals too much to live without them and wanted to have me despite knowing the dangers and that I shouldn't be blaming myself.

Sigh... The only good thing was in the hurry to finish the food and get Mumsy home, my hoomans shared with me their fries! I just hope Mumsy gets better and we can all go out for a nice walk tomorrow!

Belle is home!

2008-01-27T08:37:00.000+08:00

Mumsy just heard the good news! Uncle Eric has been reunited with Belle! Apparently a nice lady picked Belle up and waited close to an hour at the bus stop, hoping that Belle's owner will turn up.

As Belle's nails were bleeding, the nice lady even brought her to the vet and paid for a check up too. Since the lady takes the bus from the same bus stop everyday, she noticed the poster Uncle Eric put up and contacted him. Belle was returned back to Uncle Eric last night!

That shows that there are still some kind hoomans out there. My Mumsy is a cynical soul and for once I am glad that she is proven wrong.

Thanks to the big GOD who listened to all the hoomans' prayers and delivered Belle back safely!

Now if only big GOD would listen to my prayers for more chicken jerky... HE can be rather selective...

Operation Belle!

2008-01-26T06:13:00.000+08:00

Hi guys! I know I do have some doggie frens who are regular readers of my blog, so I thought this will be a good way to spread the news.

My fellow corgi fren, Belle is lost! Although I have not met her personally, but I definitely don't want to be separated from my hoomans, however annoying they are.

So please, my fellow doggie frens, please help find Belle. Below is the poster that the hoomans are distributing and you can save a copy it and send it out too. Or if the resolution is very bad (whatever that means) please contact my Mumsy for a better copy of the poster.The more hoomans know about it, the better the chance for Belle to be reunited with her hoomans. Her hoomans are really worried.

Hope to hear some good news soon!

I am ONE!

2008-01-20T15:01:00.000+08:00

I am ONE!!! Not that I feel any different from yesterday though. But being The Special Doggie for the day sure feels good!

To my disappointment, there wasn't any special outings for me cos Mumsy fell sick... She spent the whole afternoon sleeping! And in the evening, I thought the hoomans might bring me out for a walk, but nooo... they all got ready to go out WITHOUT me! Apparently, Mumsy's sister shares the same barkday as me! Happy Barkday Auntie E! *woof*

But my hoomans did buy me a cake! And it was... *drum roll* a Muffy cake!!! Cos Mumsy said I don't do well on cheese (I tend to produce a lot of smelly cheese myself after that if you know what I mean) and she didn't want me to make a mess in the kitchen with those cream cakes either. I showed her what Benny recommended and I guess she trusted Benny's taste!

The hoomans made me posed in front of the cake and all of a sudden, burst into a song! I got a fright, cos honestly, Mumsy sounded as if she was having a fit. The hoomans blew the candle off and I was finally given a big chunk of the cake! I was so excited that I peed all over the newspapers the hoomans laid out for me to make a mess of when I eat my cake! But it was yummy... I finished it without my hoomans cajoling me! And there are 3 more slices for me to eat for the next couple of days!

I have decided! Barkdays are as nice as Christmas! If only every other day is one of these days, then I will be a happy dog!

Less than 24 hours!

2008-01-18T17:20:00.000+08:00

OOOOH! I am soooo excited! It is less than a day to my barkday and I can't wait for it to come...

I smell a rat (not a live one) at home. I can hear the hoomans whispering something about birthday, Cody, food, cake and something about breakfast. I wonder what's gonna happen tomorrow!

I was so excited that I couldn't sleep last night and whined until I woke Mumsy up at 5am. She wasn't very happy and told me to go back to bed. She said something about time moving faster when we are asleep but I think it only applies to hoomans... Cos the reverse is true for us doggies! Paws up if you agree with me, my fellow doggie frens!

Ooh hurry up and move along Mr Time! I am dying of anticipation!

Counting down...

2008-01-16T04:09:00.000+08:00

It's coming, it's coming!!! My barkday is coming!!!

But my hoomans haven't given me any clue as to which cake I would be getting. I have to thank you all for voting! Seems like cheesecake is a guilty pleasure for many of my doggie frens! I hope my Mumsy would know what to get it... I am soooo looking forward to this Sat!

It isn't just me celebrating my barkday. Mumsy told me that I have been invited to not one, but two partees!!! Cookie, a fellow corgi, will be celebrating her barkday on 23rd Feb and we are going to Benny's! I have never met Cookie before so I am definitely looking forward to his partee!

This is Cookie! He looks like me! (Photo courtesy of Cookie's Mum)

And then there is the invite from Auntie Claudine for Prince William's 1st barkday on 15 or 16th Feb. Auntie C isn't sure which day is possible yet though, so my suggestion is have it on both days! Teeheehee... I hope we get to go to Pawtobello so that I can try out their yummy stuff!

Life at home is rather quiet now cos Dad is down with tummy pains. Mumsy isn't any better but she is still able to bring me for walks while Dad stays in to rest. I prefer walks with Daddy cos he isn't so rigid! Mumsy is a control freak! She constantly pulls me away, especially if I am marking the pillars. A dog gotta do what a dog gotta do! I hope my hoomans get better soon so that they can bring me to the beach soon... May be as my barkday treat? I need to get my legs stretched! It has been raining quite frequently, so on some evenings, the hoomans would just sit with me in the kitchen, bored to death.

Take a look at the veedeo below. That's how bored Daddy is... He resorted to playing with my EARS to keep himself entertained. *roll eyes*

Yet another one...

2008-01-11T11:43:00.000+08:00

Another accident that happened to me that is...

Last Sat morning, Dad saw that Mumsy was still snoring away, he got our my leash and decided to bring me out for a walk all by himself. We decided to explore a new route and since the big globe of light was out shining, I didn't feel scared and gamely agreed.

So there we were having a great time walking, me pooing and peeing everywhere. We went down a tunnel (Mumsy: he meant an underpass) and while running up the stairs, I broke my nails. Daddy didn't notice and since the pain wasn't that bad, I continued to run... We stopped to rest and that's when Dad saw The Blood. It was everywhere on my chest.

I admit, I was quite a sight! Dad panicked and since he didn't bring any munny out nor his pesky ringing device, he couldn't wake ~~the sleepy pig~~ Mumsy up and get her to come and pick us up. I was rather cool cos I knew it was my nails but no matter how I tried to tell him, he didn't get it. In the end he made me WALK all the way home. Once home, he shouted for Mumsy to take a look at me. Mumsy had a shock cos by this time, I was completely drenched in blood. Dad thought that I might have sustained a cut on my chest (since it was completely covered with blood). Mumsy couldn't find the source of the blood (it's my paws silly!) and they had no choice but to rush me to the vet.

The vet assistant had a shock of her life when she saw me. In fact I heard one of the hoomans in the clinic exclaiming at the bloody me. They thought that I was knocked down by a veehicle! The nice nurse quickly ushered me into the surgical room and proceeded to check on me. They couldn't find the source of the bleeding also (my paws, MY PAWS!!!) and began to shave me down.

After much rinsing and shaving, they found NO wounds on my chest. That's when the Doc Dog decided that it could be my paws. I gladly held my paws up for her to see and there were 2 bleeding nails. What an anti-climax it was. But all the same, my hoomans were rather relieved that it wasn't something major. Dad was especially shaken cos he had never seen so much blood before and he had no means of getting me to the nearest Doc Dog fast enough. I heard that he had no appetite for the rest of the day! The hoomans next door came to check on me too cos I left a lot of blood outside the door. My hoomans had to wash the whole corridor after they got me settled.

So here I am, feeling a-okay, with ridiculously looking chest hair now... Mumsy made me pose for this shot. Not very flattering don't you think?

Mumsy: No bloody photos were taken this time around because there were simply too much blood and our first priority was to get him to a vet immediately. It was bad enough that neighbours came knocking on our door cos Cody left a messy blood trail on the corridor.

The Main Event

2008-01-08T10:47:00.000+08:00

I don't know if you have noticed the ticker on the top of my blog page. It is to count down to my barkday! Each day when I get to use this piece of metal, I will take a look at it. As you can see, my Math isn't that good so I need to constantly remind myself when my barkday is.

I have been browsing online for doggie cakes, in the hope that Mumsy will buy something decent for me. After the Christmas feast, I think my hoomans won't forget my special day. I was just browsing the US Doggie Bakery page (it is on my Favourites) and the sheer number of choices of cakes I can select from astounds me!

Should I choose from the fresh cream cakes which have SIX flavours (carob, vanilla, banana, strawberry, blueberry and pandan)?

Or the yummy healthy looking fruit jelly cakes with peaches, pears and strawberries on the top?

Or the sinfully rich fresh cheese cakes (again with a choice of SIX flavours and FOUR toppings!)?

Or the yummiest looking bone I have ever seen: the Muffy Cake that is made from either lamb or chicken?

I am soooo torn apart now. I WANT EVERYTHING!

Tell you what, why don't you guys gimme a helping paw and help me vote for my first barkday cake? I got all the way till next Wed to decide so please help me okie?

PS: I am willing to share my cake!

PPS: All photos are courtesy of US Doggie Bakery. Check them out!

New Year, new trick!

2008-01-04T12:54:00.000+08:00

Happy New Year my fellow doggie frens (and their hoomans too)! I am still suffering from the post celebratory hangover(well actually, it is my hoomans that are having the hangover), hence the lack of updates. Anyhow, better late then never and here I am with a supposedly new trick!

Over the holeeday period, my hoomans taught me how to bark on demand. Mumsy discovered it by accident when she was reading the papers with Daddy. I wasn't allowed to join them but sat as close to them as possible only with the metal grill separating us. I was whining and whining, wanting to be with them so Mumsy got irritated and BARKED at me. Those hoomans finally got the hang of speaking Doglish and I happily replied! At first, they taught it was sheer coincidence that I replied Mumsy so she tried a couple more times! And of cos I replied them again! My hoomans billed it as a new trick but honestly it is nothing much... I am just communy-cating with them! Silly hoomans.

Since that day, my hoomans made it a point to communy-cate with me daily in Doglish! And lucky for them, I am not the chatty type and will only speak when spoken too. Mumsy said that was a good trait cos she doesn't want me bark non stop!

Here's a veedeo of us having a conversation. You can tell who has the better voice and enounciation!

I looooove Christmas!

2007-12-27T07:03:00.000+08:00

My hoomans came home early bearing this big bag that was emitting this really yummy smell. Before I could stick my nose in, Dad put the darn thing in the fridge! I thought I knew what it was but didn't want to get my hopes high. I did get this stick thingy to chew on though. See how intensely I look, staring at it?

Big nice bag full of goodies

Concentrating hard...

Finally got my paws on it!

They then brought me for a loooooong walk, making me feel absolutely contended. When we got back, the hoomans began to make a lot of banging noises in the kitchen. I wanted to hide in the loo but Mumsy told me the wash was on so I had no choice but to stay as far from my hoomans as I could. After awhile yummy smells pervaded the kitchen. My hoomans were cooking! Thank goodness they didn't burn the kitchen down! I did enjoy smelling what they cooked though and thought they might share some of their Christmas dinner with me, but they didn't. Selfish blokes!

Near midnight the hoomans took the big bag out from the fridge and proceeded to prepare my dinner. Yes, my guess was correct! My hoomans bought me a Christmas dinner consisting of chicken spa-getty, beef patties and lamb pies. For desserts, I had a cookie! It was my first time eating these spa-getty and I couldn't get the hang of it. These things kept slithering out of my mouth. You can see the mess for yourself and I am sure you can imagine my hoomans' reaction. They didn't yell at me though (I think they are trying to be nice so that Santa Cos will bring them something) and I had fun eating these slithering stuff.

Hurry up! My tummy is rumbling!

I swear I did not drink!

What?! Another peekture?

My dessert... Slurp..

Look at that mess?!

Let's not forget about the presents! I finally can open them. As you can see, I went totally crazy opening them! I looooove them all.

Urgh! More peektures!

Here's me opening the presents my hoomans bought! It's a squeaky toy! I was absolutely mad for it!

And next is the present I got from Auntie Rachel (Dexter's Mum). It is my fav rawhides!

There are more! I got to rip open Benny's Ma's present! It is a rope toy, which I proceeded to have a tug of war battle with Mumsy. I lost cos Dad showed me another presents which I promptly let go of the rope.

And lastly was the present from Barn2, Clare and Marky's Ma, Auntie Lorna! I needed help from Mumsy this time though cos my teeth were starting to ache a bit. I got a red bow tie. Handsum or not?

I love Christmas. Don't you wish everyday was Christmas? I hope you guys had as much fun as I did!

Merry Christmas!

2007-12-25T03:25:00.000+08:00

My dear fellow doggie frens, here's wishing you and your hoomans a MERRY MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Corgis Christmas Gathering - Part II

2007-12-21T10:26:00.000+08:00

Here are all the peektures taken during our party. Mumsy was so busy taking photos and she took a grand total of 83 peektures in 2 hrs!

The 3 lovely shetland sheepdogs (or collies). Mumsy love the one in the 3rd peekture.

Sweet lady ain't she?

Benny and Clare looking at the new arrivals.

Benny welcoming them into his shop!

Clare getting a rub before her bout with Lucky.

Lucky gets a hug from her Granny...

... and a massage from Auntie Zoe before her bout with Clare.

Is that why Lucky did better today?

BFF again... I just don't understand gals!

Dexter and I having some quiet time together...

Here's me whispering something to Dexter...

FOOD! As you can see, Benny always knows when food is being served.

Everybody is tucking in except me.. Food doesn't interest me.

Big Monty.... Need I say more?

Here's Monty trying to pretend to be a soft toy. He is definitely very cuddlable!

How could the day be complete without a peekture of Mr Darth Vader?

A group peekture, from left: Lucky, Clare, Me, Benny and Dexter.

Sleepy Clare missing out all the fun.

My loot!

Can you spot them under the Christmas twree?

Corgis' Christmas gathering - Part I

2007-12-21T09:55:00.000+08:00

Yesterday was one of the best days I had so far! I was good and so Mumsy bundled into the car and brought me to the Weekly Crazy Corgis Wednesday! Except this wheek's gathering is a bit more special. It is our sorta Christmas meet up, with presents and all!

Auntie Zoe's shop was all decked up with beautiful Christmas decorations. When I got there, Clare and Dexter (Benny is the resident dog so he IS always there) were already there having fun! I immediately bounded over and decided that Dexter was my BFF! That means: I wanna hump him! Mumsy wasn't too please with my behaviour and I got punished with my naughty collar. Auntie Rachel had to hold on to me for most of the gathering cos I kept trying to hump Dexter and follow him around. But we did manage to have some wrestling time together and I have to say, don't underestimate Dexter! He might look small but he is definitely capable of holding his own.

Here's a veedeo of Dexter and I wrestling! The two smaller pups that came bounding over and ended up wrestling too were the much talked about Lucky (red/white) and Clare the Terrorist (tri-colour)!

Clare isn't called the Terrorist for no reason! She bites Auntie L quite badly! Even her brother Barn2 has to put up with her and that says a lot. Barn2 is extremely scary to young puppies like me. Benny and I are petrified of him... His nickname is Darth Vader! *Shudders* Lucky, though is very sweet and timid, or so I thought. She might have eaten too much gd food yesterday cos she was extremely feisty! She managed to beat Clare down into submission, till Clare cried murder!

The 2 feisty gals fighting it out! Looks like Lucky is having the upperhand!

What was Benny doing all these while? Benny was hiding! We finally learnt what Benny is afraid off: squeaky toys! Uncle Eugene (Lucky's dad) brought us squeaky toys for Christmas and once the hoomans press the toys, Benny ran and hide! But to give him credit, he came out once the hoomans stopped teasing him. He was rather busy yesterday as in addition to the 4 crazy corgis in the shop, there were 3 lovely shetland sheepdogs (or collies, Mumsy can't be sure). Mumsy was in love with one of them. She kept saying that that shetland was extremely sweet natured and didn't struggle when she hugged her. I think my Mumsy was trying to tell me something, but I can't figure it out. But when Benny had some free time, he came over and we had a bout of wrestling too! As you can see, he had the upperhand.

We all froze (well, Benny and I) when one of the hoomans told Auntie L that Barn2 had finish school and was waiting outside! The hoomans decided to bring us to US Doggie Bakery to smell some of the yummy food that was baking. My stingy Mumsy didn't buy me any treats! Hmmmppfff! Anyway while we were there, we met another corgi named Monty. Monty is, erm, well, very well built! Mumsy loved him though and kept taking the chance to cuddle him while she could.

Here's a veedeo of Monty...

The younger puppies were more subdued at the bakery. Clare was trying her best not to fall asleep but she failed! Mumsy thought it was rather hilarious to see Clare trying her best to fight sleep! Here's the cute veedeo of Clare struggling to keep awake!

It was a wonderful day! I had lotsa presents that I have since put them under the Christmas twree... I can't stop admiring them though and can't wait to rip them open! I think this post is long enough... I shall put all the photos into another post...

Of puke and presents...

2007-12-19T04:20:00.000+08:00

Lately I have been leaving my hoomans little surprises when they get home from work or when they wake up in the morning. I have been puking my breakfast and dinner out! Physically I feel great, can't wait to run an extra mile or jump to get my bones but my food always find a way out of my tummy and onto the floor. The weird thing is I have been consistently finishing my Primal mixed keebles for the whole wheek (so that Santa Cos will gimme a present!) and yet I am puking it up... Mumsy is looking at me in a worried manner and I fear I have to go and visit Doc Dog soon...

On a separate matter, my hoomans were wrapping presents for my doggie frens last night! I went wild when they showed me what they got for my frens and they had no choice but to keep me in the kitchen while they wrap the presents all up! I want them for myself!!!

Here's a photo of the presents! Mumsy said if I am good today she MIGHT bring me to Auntie Zoe's tomorrow!

My first present!

2007-12-16T14:25:00.000+08:00

Look what came in the mail last night?!

Oooh I couldn't wait to open it and once I got my paws on it, I immediately tried to rip it open. Mumsy had to get me settled down to take this shot. And to my disappointment, she said she will leave it under the big Christmas twree until Christmas Day! SIGH!!! I am dying to find out what is the lump in the envelope!

See my tail wagging over time?

Oops I forgot to mention that the gift was from Auntie Zoe and Benny! Thanks a lot! Mumsy will drop by your place to drop off your presents!

The big blinking trwee...

2007-12-13T11:28:00.000+08:00

My hoomans put up this big thing a couple of wheeks back and I wasn't allowed to help. The reason being I would spend my time chewing on it and swallowing those glittery balls instead of helping them.. Which is true, I suppose. Anything is better than those yucky keebles.

Mumsy explained to me that it is a Christmas trwee... Christmas trwees only appear in December and they all come nicely decked out! She also explained that Christmas is a time where people (and dogs) exchange presents with each other and that if I am good, some hooman called Santa Cos will come and give me a present!

So every night, when I get to run around in the house, I will check under the Christmas trwee to see if any presents came for me. Sad to say, there is none so far. Sigh... So I have resorted to looking for presents that I want and leaving them on this screen in hope that my hoomans will buy me the right stuff. Take a look at these yummy food! Furrytreats' pie and pineapple tarts look absolutely yummy! Doggybitez and Greedy Pet Bakery look good too! And if I want something healthy I can always count on No Bones About It... Of cos there is always US Doggie Bakery to depend on if all else fails. Wonder if Mumsy will get me something from these places for my barkday! Or at the very least for Christmas!

Meal times

2007-12-10T15:22:00.000+08:00

Anything is better than eating... I hate meal times. I would rather explore the already well-known area of the kitchen than eat my dinner.

My hoomans are fighting a losing battle. They have relented and now I have a piece of Primal's raw lamb nugget mixed with my keebles during meal times... I started wolfing my breakfast and dinner really quickly when they introduced it to me but I am starting to be sick of it. So it is back to pacing around the kitchen during meal times and driving them nuts with my lack of interest in food.

I wonder what will be the next thing they will mix into my yucky keebles after I stop eating my Primal-mixed meals...

PS: My doggie frens, if you want my dinners, tell me how to mail it to you! You can definitely have my yucky keebles!

Mindless activity

2007-12-07T06:58:00.000+08:00

Another rainy evening so it means no walk for me.

I was bored enough to play Fetch with my hoomans for half an hour! I think I ran up and down the length of the kitchen a hundred times without being sick of the game. In the end Dad was grossed out with my endless supply of saliva, so he stopped the game. Darn!

Please please stop raining! I want the big globe of light back so that I can go out for my walks!

On a separate note, I visited Fee's blog and read about this horrible, horrible man! Please sign this petition so that he can NEVER EVER come near a dog EVER again!

Scratch scratch

2007-11-29T04:38:00.000+08:00

I loooove my hoomans scratching me. One bad thing about having short limbs is that you tend to miss quite a bit of area when you wanna scratch this itchy spot somewhere behind you head. Reaching it is possible but I rather have my hoomans doing it for me.

This is how I get my scratches. Usually my hoomans will be sitting on the floor, reading their books or having a conversation and I walk up to them surreptitiously. I just flop next to them and instinctively their hands will come towards me and start to scratch me!

This morning was the same. Mumsy was having her breakfast (I tried to jump for her bread) when I flopped beside her. She started to scratch me all over unconsciously, but after awhile she noticed that I was twisting and turning my body to get her to scratch the places I wanted. She looked at me with this amused expression before hollering for Dad to take some photos of me in ultimate bliss.

Don't I look like I am absolutely enjoying it?

Scratch under my right ear please

A bit more to the right...

AHHHH..... That's the place

Yes yes yes....

Don't forget under my chin!

Of course, I show my appreciation by snuggling in between my hooman's legs (and get free pets at the same time!). Dad wasn't too happy after this above peekture was taken becos he had FUR all over him!

One rainy evening...

2007-11-28T11:51:00.000+08:00

The weather has been pretty sucky recently. I absolutely hate thunderstorms... Mumsy is laughing at me while I type this cos she thinks I am a big chicken (like Benny?) during storms. I don't know what's so wrong about practising some self preservation! What I am talking about? Why hiding when you hear the loud crash of thunder!

If my hoomans are with me, I would try to hide behind them. But both of them are rather skinny so they don't really offer me much shelter. If I am in my hidey-hole, I will hide between the white throne and the wall. If I am in the kitchen, I run to the loo to hide under the sink! My hoomans don't like me doing that cos most of the time the loo's floor is wet and I will get my fur wet if I plonk down under the sink.

Anyway the last couple of weeks have been rather wet and my hoomans can't bring me out for my usual walks. So to get rid of my pent up energy, my Daddy played some games with me! I used to lose to him in such games when I was younger cos I am (if you haven't noted) very short. Now that I have grown bigger, I am starting to beat him at such games!

Here's a veedeo of one of these games. Dad tends to turn pale in the face after a few bouts of this but I am always raring to go again! I beat him in this veedeo and you can even hear his loser cry!

Enjoy!

Flying corgi!

2007-11-22T10:22:00.000+08:00

Someone gave Mumsy the link to this amazing corgi and now she made me watch the damn veedeo over and over again! She is trying to get me to memorise what that corgi is doing, in the hope that I can follow his footsteps! Why's up with parents? Why do they constantly need to compare their child to other hooman's children?

Anyway that is Monty, a Welsh Pembroke Corgi like me. But he definitely runs much much faster than I. I would probably get bored with the jumping and would rather much prefer to sniffing other (gals) doggies' butts.

Anyway I got my grimy paws on Mumsy's metal and did some virtual digging. I found lots more of such corgis doing these weird stuff! Jumping, running through tunnels and such. I wonder what their hoomans are using to bribe them to do such stunts. If my hoomans feed me the crap I am getting, I won't even move my ass!

Anyway enjoy the veedeos. I have finally graduated from school and I am proceeding to agility classes (with my brother, Chester YAY!) this coming wheek. Wish me luck!

Living like a "superstar"

2007-11-15T08:25:00.000+08:00

I attempted to act like a superstar one day last wheek. Afterall, hoomans (especially mine) like to take photos of us doggies. Sometimes they can be so annoying, sticking their cameras into our faces when we don't want them to... I have christened them bugbug-razzi as they are as annoying as bugs!

So I started out standing on staircase landing, waiting to be sure all eyes were on me before I made my descent. Of cos my hooman bugbug-razzis had to take some shots of me preening and posing there.

When I finally do get down to the first floor, I make sure the camera is still on me and that my every move is being recorded down. My Mumsy said that it is like being Bean-ney Spears (I think she meant Baked Beans!), where every move the Bean-ney Spears makes, cameras will pop and flash. Bean-ney Spears drives crazily while I run crazily!

When I am eating, the bugbug-razzis continue to pester me for more photos. So much so that I lost my appetite and turned away. Eating is so unglam, yet they still wanna take peektures of me making a mess during meal times. No wonder all the superstars develop food disorders!

When I am out playing and getting dirt all over, the cameras follow! I think this bugbug-razzi has to change her camera! It is a shot that doesn't do me justice. Can't see my sexy silhouette because of the blurred edges!

Here's another shot of me with my bodyguard. I am trying to run and hide from the pesky bugbug-razzis while my skinny good-for-nothing bodyguard takes a leisure stroll beside me. I am gonna fire that guy!

These bugbug-razzis also take unflattering shots of me when I am not noticing! I don't know what my publicist is doing, allowing such ugly peektures of me to be published! I am gonna fire her too! Don't you think my butt looks fat in the second peekture? They should airbrush the peektures like what they do for Mimi Carey!

I got sick of the sub standard peektures and decided to give them my best smile, in the hope that all future publicity peektures will be of the same good quality as this one.

Being a superstar is tiring. I don't think I am cut out for such a life. I don't know how Bean-ney Spears does it, but I would recommend being a doggie is so much better than being a supersta

Don't you agree?

Not for the fainthearted

2007-11-09T16:12:00.000+08:00

No this isn't some arty-farty painting. That's, according to my Mumsy, my blood. So if you are already feeling faint (I don't think doggies would feel faint, only hoomans), don't read this!

Last Sunday I didn't go to school. Not that I played truant but becos there was a doggie competition going on and Lucas had to be there with his students that were taking part. One of them did him proud by clinching a REAL trophy! And that is Big Chester, but I am sure he would have preferred food? Anyway, congratulations to my hero!

Ok, back to my story. My hoomans brought me out to run in the field and brought along my squeaky ball and my frisbee. According to my hoomans, I am still not playing frisbee correctly. I was supposed to catch it and bring it back, not catch it and shake it all around like I was trying to break it into pieces. So my hoomans took it away and threw my ball around instead. Like always, I tire out after 15 mins of hard running and to end the whole thing, Mum took out the frisbee and gave me one last run. I caught it and proceed to mangle it. Mumsy ran up to me and gave a gasp before ordering me to drop it. Something in her voice made me plause instead of running off, and I dropped it immediately. That's when I tasted something salty and warm in my mouth.

By this time Dad ran up and both my hoomans immediately hustled me off the field. Dad even carried me in his arms for a bit. All this while that warm salty liquid was coursing now my throat and dripping everywhere. I was a bit puzzled at my hoomans' reaction cos I felt physically fine. I did notice red splotches of stuff were coming out of my mouth. When did my saliva turn red?

Once home, my hoomans proceeded to check my mouth. Like I said before, I don't like hoomans touching my mouth but this time I sensed that Mumsy was a lil' panicky (and I was rather tired) so I didn't put up a fight. Mum looked at me for a bit and said something about me bleeding non stop and that I should be brought to the vet. In the meantime, Dad gave me a piece of ice to suck on while they got ready. When they came back to get me, I stopped bleeding, just like that! Mind you, by this time my blood was all over the kitchen but it stopped just like that. Mumsy sat beside me to monitor me and I decided since she wasn't gonna play with me, I would just lick off all the blood on my paws. But it seemed like a neverending chore and all of a sudden Mumsy pushed my head away. I looked at her indignantly but she told Dad that I was bleeding again! They gave me more ice and it stopped. My hoomans soon realised that it was my incessantly licking that was keeping the wound open.

Daddy supposedly watching me

Guess what they did next? They sat with me for an hour, keeping me distracted with my duck so that I wouldn't lick! It worked and the bleeding stopped for good. Can u see the small wound on my tongue?

Actually I don't know what the fuss was. You heard how Mumsy was squealing in the veedeo for me to stop licking! I didn't even feel any pain and I kinda like the taste of my blood. Smells like my Primal Lamb dinners! The only good thing I got out of it was lotsa tummy rubs and scratches for the rest of the day and I got to gnawl on my leftover bone!

On other matters, I am finally a LAWFUL citizen of this island! My dog tag came in the mail yesterday and here is a peekture of me wearing it! Handsum or not? *Woof*

The Bone...

2007-10-31T11:04:00.000+08:00

My Sundays are filled with school now. With Chester graduating to agility, I have been working really hard to catch up and graduate soon! Lucas told Mumsy that I can start going for agility classes already but she doesn't think so and wants me to be absolutely good at obedience first. Cos honestly when there is another doggie around (preferably a gal doggie) I don't listen to her at all! I mean why would I want to listen to her NAG at me when there is a nice doggie (no white ones please) about my size that I can play with? Ah, but that's another story.

So after school last Sunday, Mumsy bought more milk for me (I like my food with milk, I'm still a pup!) and asked Lucas if it was ok to start me on real bones. My Mumsy is rather particular about dental hygiene and after this incident, I have been rather touchy with my mouth. I simply don't like anybody touching my mouth, although if it was Mumsy, I am slightly more forgivable. So to ensure that I have good teeth, gnawing on bones is the way to go. After some recommendation for Lucas, she chose the pork bone for pups for me! And I got to savour it that evening after my shower. Yumz!

After attacking the left, attack the right!

Don't waste! Smaller bits can be chewed on too!

I need my paws for better leverage.

Hrmmm which is the best way to finish it up?

Let's lie down and enjoy it slowly...

There's even a veedeo of me enjoying it!

All about me...

2007-10-29T14:39:00.000+08:00

I know I haven't been talking much recently. Blame it all on my Mumsy!

Anyway just some updates on me. After getting a lot of advice from other corgi owners and Lucas, my hoomans brought me to visit Doc Dog to check on my right hindleg. Apparently I have been walking funny (that's the closest word that I can come up with) and this has caused some worries. Thank goodness it was my usual Doc Dog and not the one that was so touchy-feely with my privates!

Doc Dog made me sashay around her room and said that my leg was too straight! My hips were fine though and most likely, my too-straight leg was inborn. Auntie Zoe said I am a left pawed dog, which was absolutely spot on cos that's the paw I used to play footie with! Anyway, being a leftie, my right paws' muscles aren't as developed. Doc Dog said there was nothing that she can to medically to treat it and recommended my hoomans to keep me slim! Ha! Now my hoomans are grateful that I have been so fussy with my food!

Other than that, to make up for her neglect, Mumsy and Dad brought me to the beach on Friday for a nice long stroll. I got to eat this Mac-do-something french fries! My Mum said I would glad sell my soul to the Mac-do-something clown in order to eat those fries! After that it was a loooong stroll to the jetty and I spent my time licking those salty fishy smelly stuff off the ground. Needless to say, I was very happy that evening.

I think I should give my hoomans the doleful look more often. Cos each time I do that, they will give me presents! My Mumsy bought me my first real bone today and I had so much fun chewing on it! I will post the photos the next time cos Mumsy needs this back to start doing her work...

Until the next time!

Footie!

2007-10-25T08:40:00.000+08:00

I am reeeeaallly sorry... Mumsy has been really busy, hence the lack of updates on my part. I have all the posts ready in my head already, so don't worry, I won't disappear or run out of things to say.

Remember the weird ball I was talking about? Well, Mumsy taught me how to play football with it! Well, not really, it was really a no brainer cos I realised that if I pushed the ball on a certain way, my fav chicken jerky will drop out! Mumsy took this veedeo a long time ago but I have been saving this for times when my hoomans haven't been bringing me out to play and I have nothing to write about.

Enjoy!

Blog Action Day!

2007-10-17T03:42:00.000+08:00

Sir Chance-lot posted that it was Blog Action Day on 15th Oct. I am a day late, but I thought better late then never.

It never fails to amaze me that hoomans can be ignorant asses when they want to be. Mumsy hates walking me under the apartment blocks as the floor are filled with litter. I mean if they were throwing stuff that can be degraded by nature, that would be a little more forgivable. But nooooo, they throw stuff like metal cans, plastic bottles and bags!

We dogs don't throw our stuff away (heck we don't even have any belongings!) and the only thing we contribute to the environment is poo and pee. And all these go back to help plants grow better. I don't know why Mumsy is so fussy about picking up my poo when it does only good stuff to nature. She is so obsessive that she picks up other dogs' poo too!

So on Blog Action Day for the environment, I managed to brainwash my hoomans into doing something. Mumsy has always been very green conscious and she pledged not to drive her veehicle to areas less than 5km from home. I think she is gonna struggle cos she is so dependent on it now.

And though I think I am a green enough dog but I think I can do better. I shall 1) finished all my food and 2) erm, I can't think of anything else! How about eating one less rawhide a wheek?

Pawsitive Sensations' Official Opening!

2007-10-14T08:42:00.000+08:00

My hoomans woke up earlier than usual this morning and started bustling around immediately. I could sense that something was up cos Mumsy was running around getting ready while Dad was trying to get my school bag ready. Something was definitely up, so I refused to eat my breakfast cos I wanted to find out what was going to happen.

Mumsy has been dropping Benny's name at me in hope that I will eat my breakfast, and for an instance I thought we were going to Benny's! Knowing that my Mum likes to bluff me, I didn't want to get my hopes high. Was bundled into the veehicle and when the door next opened, I was back at a familiar place: Auntie Zoe's shop! It was Pawsitive Sensations' Official Opening and yes, I was going to see Benny!!!

Except it wasn't just Benny, there were 2 other corgis there, Dexter and Barn2! I have never met them before and since Benny was busy doing his duty as the official mascot, Dexter and I had loads of fun playing together. Mumsy was very impressed with the well behaved Dexter, who was a gentleman, not like me, tumbling and bumping into stuff. Barn2 was another matter. He looks fierce and he growled at me when I tried to make friends with him! He is huge too but Mumsy seemed to be especially taken with him. Saw her telling Auntie L (Barn2's Mum) that this is how a corgi should be, big and sturdy. I steered clear from Barn2 after he gave me the fiercest growl ever! Having a 18kg dog pouncing on me isn't my idea of fun. I got the feeling that Barn2 feels that we kids are too noisy for him and he can't wait to put us in place. I got photographic evidence of Barn Barn giving us the evil eye!

Top to bottom: Benny standing at the door, welcoming guests; Dexter and I; gentle Dexter and scary Barn2.
When Benny was released from his duty, the boy (dressed up nicely with a red bow tie) came to join Dexter and I for some wrestling! Benny took turns to wrestle with us before we all escaped and ran out into K9 Kulture's compound! I followed Dexter around and I must say that chap has good taste! He actually ran directly into US Doggie Bakery! For the next couple of minutes, it was me pulling my hoomans around after Dexter. Benny joined us too before Mumsy put a stop to it and brought me back to Auntie Zoe's shop. They had to leave to go somewhere else and I didn't even notice them telling me goodbye. Benny and Dexter were just too distracting!

After a bit, everybody left and Auntie Zoe started her massage on me. I struggled a bit and hoped that by biting her, she would just leave me alone to play with Benny. But she gave me a stern scolding and I decided that I might as well just lie there and relax a bit. Benny took the chance to sleep and woke up refreshed for the next bout of wrestling. In between all the fun, I peed in Auntie Zoe's shop 6 times and unloaded a big pile of crap under the food table! Mumsy said I must apologise for the bad toilet behaviour so Auntie Zoe, I am really sorry for not telling you that I needed to pee. *blush* Sorry for making you and Uncle Clement wiping my mess countless of times.

My hoomans reappeared later that afternoon and by then both Benny and I were tired. We attempted to do one last bout of wrestling but gave up. My hoomans said it was time to go but i refused to budge. They literally had to drag me out of the shop. But I guess I was kinda tired too cos I slept all the way home and collapsed in a heap once I got home.

Playing is tiring too u know!

Especially for Mama Soon

2007-10-11T07:03:00.000+08:00

Mama Soon dropped me a surprise message here yesterday! I didn't expect her to remember such a naughty dog like me. Coincidentally, I wanted to write about my recent diet but after the long (and embarrassing) post last evening, I lost the mood to talk abt food.

Since I came back from Augus's place, I have been the perfect dog when it comes to food. Friends would remember I was rather finicky with food. But Mama Soon changed my viewpoint totally. Meals at her place were yummy and delishcious! I gobbled everything up partly because it tasted soooo good and partly I was afraid that Augus will eat my food (Augus was a perfect gentleman throughout the whole time). All the same, I realised that I am not the only dog in the world and there are others that won't be as nice as Augus and steal my food when I am not watching!

I brought the habit back home and my hoomans are very pleased with me. They no longer have to cajole me or play games with me for me to eat! And because I have been so nice, they went to Uncle Martin and got me some raw food! Now Chester my brother has been on raw stuff for most parts of his life and tells me it is very yummy. When I tried Primal Raw Food mixed with Oven Baked and Back to Basic kibbles, it tasted just the way Chester said it would: YUMMY!

Mumsy, encouraged by my new found appetite tried other stuff on me too. She learnt from Mama Soon that bittergourd is good at controlling my urine odour (what odour?) so she has been feeding me that too. I love it although I did catch my Mumsy saying she can't stand the darn thing! Look at me gobbling it up!

So Mama Soon, I have been a good boy!

Cody the Cowardly Dog

2007-10-10T11:21:00.000+08:00

It is pretty obvious that I share this post with my Mum. Who (doggie or otherwise) would call themselves a COWARD?

My Mumsy said I remind her of Courage the Cowardly Dog, a dog that is terrified by the most mundane things in the world. I shook my tail at that, cos I am NOT that a coward. She begs to differ though. I tried to erase this but Mum took her metal back and edited this post, so I am limiting the damage by rewriting the whole thing.

Yes I got to admit I have a huge fear of the dark now. I used to wait eagerly for my walks at night, wagging my tail off and giving my hoomans a big grin when they take the leash out. But nowadays, I am a bit more subdued. Don't get me wrong. I still prefer to get out and stretch my legs but why can't they bring me out when the big globe of light is still shining? And why on earth do they have to bring me to dark places? I keep having flashbacks of that fateful night when the darn husky sprang a surprise on me. I'm sure if I have seen him coming, I would have given him as good as I got! So now I keep whirling around to check my back when we are out. My hoomans are pretty irritated with this behaviour and try their best to encourage me to walk properly (not run away in fear).

And yes, I am sure after what I have gone through, you would understand why I try to make myself invisible when I encounter another dog. Why can't my hoomans be more understanding? They brought me to the dog run last Sat and all I wanted to do was to dig a hole and bury myself when I saw the number of huskies there! There were other big dogs too and I was too petrified to do anything else but hid under the bushes. Mumsy dragged me out and made me sit in the middle of the field, holding my collar. When other dogs came up to me to investigate, it took Mumsy everything to prevent me from bolting away. I actually snapped at a friendly cocker spaniel when he persisted in sniffing my butt! Dad pitied me and suggested to bring me home early. I was so relieved that I ran to the gate and stood there while my hoomans took their own sweet time.

I thought we were going straight to the veehicle but NOOOOO, my Dad said we should sit at the benches next to the pond for a bit. All around me were big dogs getting their shower and being dried. The only good thing was they were leashed or placed high up on a table so they couldn't get me. However, next to me was a small Maltese that was super friendly. My hoomans were laughing at the way the Maltese was standing on his hide legs and dancing around. I was pretty glad to watch from afar but that Maltese decided to come and make friends. I immediately got up and tried to tug my hoomans towards the car but they were too dumb to make a connection. So I had to run around in circles AWAY from the Maltese. Gawd, it is killing me just to admit this fact, but I prefer my version of the story than what Mumsy had written. The Maltese was like some mad possessed dog, twirling on his hide legs and coming after me at the same time! *Shudder* I can't write anymore about this without dying so I guess it is better you watch the veedeo yourself.

Mumsy was concerned enough to tell Lucas (my trainer in case you are wondering) about my bad(?!) behaviour at the dog run when I went for class on Sunday. To try see how bad I was, he brought up 3 of his dogs, Bailey, Jean and this chocolate lab. I was trembling in fear because on Sunday I was the only dog that attended school and I was always hanging out with puppies! But Lucas brought out my fav toy, tennis ball, many of them in fact. He bounced the balls around and rest of them chased after the balls and I did the OPPOSITE. I ran away from the dogs! Mumsy joined in the fun and after seeing how the other dogs ran after her for attention, I was jealous that she wasn't playing with me. I started to run after the balls she threw and after awhile I started to enjoy myself! I was so surprised at myself when I ran after a ball that Jean was chasing and grabbed it away from her! Needless to say, I had the best training session that afternoon!

All the same Mumsy is thinking of sending me to K9 Kulture for more socialisation classes. I can then have a relaxing massage with Auntie Zoe and have lotsa fun with Benny! Thinking of all the fun I can have with Benny almost make me forget the fear of socialisation classes!

I am still deciding if the pain from going for socialisation classes is worth Benny's wild romps! What do you guys think?

New toy!

2007-10-05T11:07:00.000+08:00

Ba! Mumsy has been super busy and she won't lend me her metal thing to bang this out! In fact, I haven't seen much of her as she leaves the house early and comes home late. And when she is home, she hides in her hidey-hole, banging on her metal! The only time I see her is when she brings me out for a walk. Dad has been doing the feeding recently and I have to say I finished all my food consistently! My hoomans were rather impressed but I didn't tell them I learnt it when I was at Augus's place. I learnt that I don't eat fast enough, another dog might eat it! I thought I should impress them even more by eating everything I can lay my mouth on in my hidey-hole. But some how they weren't amused when they saw this.

My guilty look when Mumsy started yelling at me

Before I go any further, I would like to thank those doggies that posted their pet names on my blog! I think none of you got it as bad as me. Barn2 even has a Chinese name! Hrmm, we should turn the tables on our hoomans. Do you have pet names for them? I call my Mumsy The Klutz cos she is always knocking into stuff and hurting herself. And my Daddy would be The Bean Pole cos as the name implies, he is very skinny! Not very creative but it will do.

I haven't been doing much lately. No visit to Auntie Zoe's yet. Each time the wheekend rolls around, I would be eagerly anticipating a possible trip to see Benny. My hoomans made it up by getting me a new toy, a flying plastic plate called a frisbee. I was so excited about it that I made a flying leap in the kitchen like how I saw Big Chester did, and landed awkwardly. For a moment, I thought I broke my paw cos it was so painful. Mumsy did a check on me but after awhile the pain disappeared. My hoomans refused to bring me out just in case it was something serious but I just ran round and round the kitchen looking for the frisbee that they relented.

Here's a veedeo of me running after the frisbee. Dad said I must return it to him after catching it but as you can see, I had more fun mangling it!

Look at my drool string! Cool ain't it?

The veedeo of me mangling the frisbee. I think I need a lot more practise before I can attain Big Chester's level.

Pet names

2007-09-28T07:04:00.000+08:00

I am bored. And Augus isn't here to play with me!

Have u heard this saying, "An idle mind is the Devil's playground"? Well, I must have a very bored Devil too cos all he could think of was this curious topic: Pet names for pets.

I don't mean the names you were given by your hoomans, e.g. Benny (my buddy) or Chester (both the big and the small one), but names other than that. My hoomans have a couple of names other than Cody for me. I think you will be rather puzzled when you hear their favourite one for me... Here goes, take a deep breathe and don't laugh; it is FUNGUS!

Got you scratching you head? How did a prim and proper Welsh Pembroke Corgi named Cody be labelled FUNGUS? Read on...

You see, unlike most doggies who adopt their hoomans' last names or surname, I didn't. Dad said this doesn't give respect to my birth father if I were to take Daddy's surname. But calling me just Cody didn't seem right, especially when my hoomans wanted to scold me. I mean calling a person by their full name would make them sit up and take notice and this is especially handy when you are trying to drum something into someone's (like mine) skull. After much thought, they called me Cody Moldy. I think a glimmer of understanding is shining through the fog now isn't it? Moldy means fungus, a kind of organism that feeds on other organisms. I haven't seen one yet but when I do, I'll show it you.

So now my hoomans call me Cody Moldy everyday and when Mumsy wants to irritate me, she calls me FUNGUS at the top of her voice. You won't believe how embarrassed I am when she does that. Thank goodness she has only done it at home. Can you imagine how embarrass I will be if she starts calling me FUNGUS when we are at a dog run? I will be laughing stock of all the doggies there!

How about you guys? Do you have pet names other than the proper ones your hoomans gave you? Share it with me!

Holeeday!

2007-09-26T10:11:00.000+08:00

My hoomans went for a nice long holeeday and didn't bring me along! At first I sulked a bit but it didn't work. Then I tried the "don't leave me" pathetic look in the car when Mumsy was driving me to Augus's place. Mumsy ruffled my head, trying her best not to feel guilty about abandoning me. I was steadily getting more and more miserable as we got closer to Augus's home.

That all changed when I saw Augus! When we first met at the dog run, he ignored me most of the time. But this time, he couldn't wait to leap on me for a wrestling bout! I forgot about pretending to be forlorn and jumped onto Augus! It was lotsa drool and fur flying everywhere! My Mumsy was embarrassed to death at my bad behaviour cos there I was, attacking the hosts' dog! Not only that, I peed everywhere! I was so excited playing with Augus that I peed. Mumsy stayed with me for a bit but I didn't care about her existence anymore. All i wanted to do was to pounce on Augus!

Auntie Jane's Mum was really really good to me. I didn't have problems finishing my food there becos every meal was so delishcious! She mixed Addiction's wet food together with my kibbles and this new kibbles called Back to Basics. Doesn't that sounds yummy? She also added this green coloured bitter thing into my meals to keep my pee from being stinky! Meal times were my favourite times of the day when I was in Augus's place! The first night was a little scary cos everything smelled different and there were many weird noises. I whined for awhile until I dropped off to sleep cos I was exhausted from all the wrestling I had with Augus.

I didn't think much about Dad and Mum for the next four days. Afterall, they didn't bring me along with them. I had so much fun with Auntie Jane, Auntie Joan, Augus and of cos Mama Soon (that's Auntie Jane's Mum). They brought me for walks every night and I met a couple of doggie friends too, like Tiger, who is really as big as a tiger. I even climbed up this hill with them! Augus had to rest a couple of times but I was raring to go! The downside from having an outdoor romp was that I needed to have a shower! Auntie Jane and Auntie Joan bundled me into the bathroom and gave me a good scrub. I tried my best to escape their clutches but they were too smart for me. Hmmppff!

Alas, all good things must come to an end and my hoomans reappeared on Sunday afternoon to bring me back. I wasn't really interested in them as I was having a romp with Augus. I learnt quite a few things from him, including barking! When I first got there, I was doing the soft goose-like quacks instead of barking. By the time my hoomans came, I was barking loudly at the top of my voice! Mumsy told me if I did the same back home, she would spank me! After much struggling, they managed to pull Augus and I apart and off we went home. I kept turning back to see if Augus was following and deep down inside, I knew that it was time to part with Augus and go back to my boring home. I was so tired that I fell asleep in the kitchen a couple of times before Mumsy carried me up to my hidey-hole. I knocked out immediately and didn't even open my eyes when my hoomans came to say goodnite.

Here's some photos courtesy of Auntie Jane, of my stay with them. Thank you very much Auntie Jane, Auntie Joan and Mama Soon for taking care of me when my hoomans were away. And special thanks to Augus, my constant playing companion for that 6 days. I missed you already.

Synchronized head turning!

New friends: Prince the Golden Retriever (top) and Tiger the Rough Collie (bottom)

Augus and I just chillin'

The much dreaded shower, here I am trying to worm my way out

Tired o' me after the climb up Mt Faber

Oh yes, my buddy Benny wrote about my trip to his Mum's place for the massage. You can read all about it here. You guys should bug your hoomans to make an appointment with his Mum! Guarantee you won't regret it!

Fun, fun, FUN!

2007-09-17T16:17:00.000+08:00

I went back to school yesterday! And so did Chester! Mumsy's toe was better so she took me over to Lucas's and sad to say I didn't do anything at all. I sulked at one corner while Mumsy tried her best to entice me with sausages but I wasn't interested! All I wanted to do was to wrestle with Chester, but he had to be the goody-two-shoes and performed all his obedience command perfectly. Rats! So now everybody thinks that I am a spoilt brat who throws tantrums as and when he wants. But I am proud of Chester though, my bro is good enough to go for agility classes, while I am stucked at obedience. Nobody to blame but myself.

The fun only started after class! Chester and our new friend, Nikka, came over to my place! Nikka is a three months old husky (yes I can hear your sigh of disbelief) who is rather wild... Luckily she is about the same size as me so I could still handle her. You can see how wild she is on the veedeos below! Chester and I had a hard time handling her.

Nikka looks fierce don't she?
Three heads are better than one!

Chester, all tired out from Nikka's rough play!

I was wondering why the sudden change of routine. I don't get visitors you see, and was rather surprised that I had two other doggie friends with me. Mumsy kept an eye on us while Uncle Ian and Nikka's dad went to get lunch. Mumsy told me that all of us were going to Auntie's Zoe's new shop! Apparently Mumsy was worried about me after the husky attack and wanted to send to for a massage to relax! And best of all I get to see Benny!

So the 7 of us made our way there. It was a huge compound and the road smelled rather queer. Auntie Zoe said they only just resurfaced it. Anyhow, Benny was there and he immediately pounced on me. I am not sure why Chester or Nikka didn't attract his attention. Is it because I look like I can be bullied? He kept nipping my ears and I have the evidence to prove it! And my brother didn't bother to lend me a helping paw! Auntie Zoe scolded Benny for barking and quickly shuttled me into the treatment room. I didn't like it cos I could see Benny. Chester and Nikka's shadows from under the door and all I wanted was to rush out to play with them!

Look at Benny's face! No help from my bro as u can see!

Alas, Auntie Zoe and Mummy held onto me tightly while Daddy used his thin frame to block out as much of the shadows as he could. I whined and whined and whined, until even my hoomans were surprised. Cos I never whined for so long and that loudly before. Can't they understand that a dog gotta play when a dog gotta play? Needless to say, I showed my displeasure to Auntie Zoe. I tried to bite her, wriggle out of her grasp and struggled when she tried to massage me. Mumsy and Dad had to scold me numerous times but the massage did me good! Auntie Zoe said my tummy was rather bloated and massaged it so well that I let out a loud burp in Mumsy's face! That wasn't all, I managed to let out a small amount of lethal gas through the other outlet quietly, into Auntie Zoe's face! Mumsy told me that was very rude of me and I think I owe Auntie Zoe an apology. Sorry Auntie Zoe, your massages were so good that I had no way but to let it all out.

Mumsy also told Auntie Zoe to check on my right hindleg as I was walking in a weird manner. Auntie Zoe said I have been lazy and have not been using my right legs correctly and consistently. I might have strained it, but honestly I don't remember any pain (trust me, I remember pain very well). Lo and behold, just as I was starting to enjoy the massage, the session ended. Once Auntie Zoe opened the door, Benny immediately pounced on me and we had a good time wrestling while my hoomans left me there to explore the place. Mumsy even bought me some cookies from US Doggie Bakery but she said that's for me to share with Augus when I go and stay with him tomorrow.

I felt much better after the massage and the prolong wrestling bout I had with Benny. All doggies should try the massages Auntie Zoe gives! And after that, have fun with Benny! Makes a dog's day compete. Visit K9 Kampus for more details of all the other shops located there. I overheard Mumsy discussing with Auntie Zoe to have me go over once a wheek for massage and then Auntie Zoe would bring me to the shop next door for some socialisation classes. Mumsy said I am a coward! Well, if she got her neck clamped by a huge hooman, she would be feeling the same way as I do. Hmmmppff!

Ume's Barkday

2007-09-14T06:33:00.000+08:00

I have to admit I have been rather lax at keeping up with my Daily Reads. Only just found out that I missed Ume's 1st Barkday! *blush*

Here you go Ume, Happy Belated Barkday! Wanted to send you an ecard but I realised I forgot to ask you for your eemail add.

Comment Graphics at pYzam.com

Attacked!

2007-09-13T03:26:00.000+08:00

What's up with me and huskies! I seem to be always be their punching bag! There I go about doing my own biz and I get chased, harassed and even bitten by them. I am just a harmless lil' corgi, why do they have to torment me so much?

Late last evening, my hoomans brought me out for my usual walk. The normal route we took was one that cuts into the area with shorter houses. I like going there cos there are lotsa doggie scents around so my nose would be perpetually on the ground. What I don't like about that route though, was the numerous dogs that bark at me loudly when I walk pass. I think they are just jealous that I am out for a walk while they are trapped behind that fence of theirs.

So there we were, me messing up other dogs' scents by pissing here and there, especially when I smelled a dog that I don't quite like. We were almost home, only needing to run across the road to get home. This is one part I like, dashing across the road like a mad dog. I accidentally slipped on the metal grill and when I struggled to my feet (my hoomans were laughing at me), something chomped on my neck! I immediately screamed and vaguely heard Mumsy doing the same. It was another dog and it didn't let go of me until Dad pretended to kick him! When it let go, my heart sank as what stood in front of me was ANOTHER husky! I immediately turned to run, but I was on my painful collar and Mumsy told me sternly not to panic. Look who's talking cos I could smell her fear! Mumsy walked slowly away from the husky, who kept staring at me in a menacing manner. Dad walked behind us, trying to deter the husky from chomping on me again!

That sneaky doggie tried to run up on me a couple of times and this time I was in blind panic. All I wanted to do was run for my life, but Mumsy was adament that we walk slowly. I kept straining on my painful collar and it lived up to its name: it was damn painful. I was out of breath and in fear and didn't realized that I was wheezing and whimpering out loud. All of a sudden, the painful collar broke and I ran! Dad chased after me for a bit and this spurred me to continue running. Then both my hoomans stopped and called me to them coaxingly. I turned and saw the husky behind them. That persuaded me to stick close to them and Mumsy managed to put the painful collar back while Dad shooed the husky away again.

By this time we have already crossed the road and near home. We walked past another 2 doggies and Mumsy stopped to warn their owner about the stray husky. All I wanted her to do was to get me home safe! We finally got into the box that beeps and bring us up to our floor and I collapsed on the floor gratefully. Once we got out, I made a beeline for the door to my home. Usually my hoomans and I would play a game of Chase, i.e. Dad would be at the door while Mumsy would be hiding at the lift lobby. I had to herd Dad back to the door then run back to herd Mumsy. But last night, I refused to move at all and stared longingly at the door. Dad got the hint and carried me in. I was finally safe.

Now I am very wary when I go out. I gonna sniff everywhere for the smell of huskies and if I smell them, I am gonna run in the opposite direction. My hoomans too were shaken. Dad approached the husky to check if it was wearing a collar, but the husky didn't dare to come near. My hoomans initially thought some idiotic hooman unleashed the husky and looked around frantically for its owner. After awhile they realized that the husky either escaped or abandoned, but having no collar made the second scenario more plausible. For the rest of the night, I stuck close to my hoomans.

I think I m mentally scarred after this. May be I shall start a "Help Cody get therapy" fund. Would you guys donate?

The Final Adventures of Mr Teddy & more...

2007-09-10T14:21:00.000+08:00

Mr Teddy has left me. And Mumsy said I contributed to him leaving forever. This was what happened to Mr Teddy. As usual after my hoomans disappeared to do whatever hoomans do in the day, I was all alone with a bone and Mr Teddy in my hidey-hole. For some strange reason, I felt like playing with Mr Teddy that day. I flung him around, tugged and pulled at him and when I was finally tired, I saw that Mr Teddy had something whitish coming out from him. Intrigued, I decided to help Mr Teddy remove the white fluff and to my horror, it was endless!

When Mumsy came home that night, she thought that I was so bored that I tore off bits of my own fur. Until she saw Mr Teddy laying face down on the floor. I put him face down as I didn't want to see his accusing eyes. Mumsy turned him over and saw the source of the white fluff. She then told me sternly that Mr Teddy has to go and this time, I wasn't supposed to rescue him from the bin. So with one final lick, Mr Teddy was dumped in an undignified manner. I tried to rescue him but Mumsy's sharp eyes saw what I was doing and I got a rebuke for it. So now I am all alone in my hidey-hole at night. I wasn't used to it and whined for him the first couple of nights but my hoomans decided to keep me occupied (and exhausted, but more of that later) so that I won't remember Mr Teddy's absence. Here are some peektures if me when Mumsy discovered the mess and Mr Teddy before he was taken away from me.

To keep me occupied, my hoomans came home early for once last Friday, when the big globe of light was still shining. To my surprise, they brought me down to the big field I have always longed to run free in. And they actually unleashed me! Now you see, Mumsy hurt her toe last Thurs night while playing football with me. She had to have her whole nail removed (yes, I cringed when I heard it cos nobody is gonna ever remove MY toenails!), so she wasn't able to run and walk properly. The hoomans decided that I should be doing all the hard work, running after my favourite ball! Not that I am complaining, cos playing Fetch is my ab-soolute fav past time! Mumsy, in her haze of pain, forgot her camera so there wasn't any evidence of me running free like a wind! I enjoyed myself thoroughly, running after the ball. In fact I was so hyper despite looking tired, that my hoomans decreed that I should rest before I die on them or something. It was one of the best days I ever had.

Then today, the hoomans decided to bring me out again since the weather was bright and sunny. I was mad with delight but the sun was so hot! I felt tired only after a few runs and when a cocker spaniel and a lab pup came onto the field, I just collapsed into a heap and refused to run anymore. My hoomans were a tad concerned cos the last time I was still begging for more! I think they put two and two together and realized that wearing a fur coat and running around under the hot sun don't go together. I was promptly whisked home and given ice cubes to cool down.

But still it was wonderful running free without a leash, feeling the soft grass beneath my paws, rolling in it and generally having so much fun! This time Mumsy remembered her camera and here are the veedeos she took. As you can see, I kept on running back to her instead of Daddy and I think I inadvertently hurt Daddy's feeling.

Running free!

Thoroughly enjoying myself!

Returning the ball to the wrong hooman!

The weird ball

2007-09-05T06:46:00.000+08:00

Uncle Martin's shop is now ranked the place I most want to visit, again and again! So many wonderful stuff there, from yummilicious food to all the spanking new toys I want to lay my teeth on!

Mumsy got me loads of stuff from Uncle Martin's shop that day. Heard her mumbling under her breath that she always spend a bomb when she is there. I sniffed around to look for bombs cos the only bomb I know stinks! This time she got me this funny ball that makes sounds when it moves, a set of things that she used to brush my teeth, a new collar, the beckham shirt and of cos my yummy drummets meal which I didn't get to have on Sun!

Brushing my teeth didn't seem as bad as I thought it would be. In fact I like the taste of the paste! Smells like bananas! I'm sure Benny would love it, right Benny? Mumsy made me lay down on my sides and inserted this scary looking brush into my mouth! It tickles! I wanted to struggle but the tickling sensation had an odd effect of calming me. So in the end I just laid there happily having my teeth brushed. Mum was remarking that my teeth were still rather stained and I would have to get them brushed three times a week.

It took me some time to get used to the new toy. I have to admit that I was afraid of it when my hoomans removed the packaging and gave it to me. It was making the weirdest noises when it moves, only to stop abruptly when it came to a rest. I was so scared that I went to hide under, you guessed it, the sink again. Mumsy was pretty exasperated with me and played with that ball all by herself while I tried dodging it. After awhile my curiousity got the better of me, especially when Daddy joined Mummy in the game. I joined them, playing football and I forgot how scary the weird noises were and after a bit, it was me playing all by myself! Dad said I should be wearing that beckHAM shirt while playing football cos apparently that slab of sausage plays good football! If I ever get to play against beckham, I think I will eat him first, then play on a full belly. And I will get Wally to join in the eating too! Mumsy then showed me an amazing thing with the ball, apparently if I roll it a certain way, my fav chicken jerky will drop out from it! This is my ultimate favourite toy now! I am sure Augus is having lotsa fun with his too!

Here's a veedeo of me playing all by myself. I was so into the game that I forgot to pass the ball to my hoomans!

New friends, new experience

2007-09-02T14:59:00.000+08:00

What a wonderful day it was for me! I thought I was gonna be stuck at home doing nothing much again since Daddy woke up early to go to work and Mumsy was still snoring away. To my surprise, once she managed to get her lazy butt out of bed, she got herself and me ready in a jiffy (15 mins is a record for her). She told me that we were going to a new place to meet new friends.

After what seem like a looong car ride (which I fell from the car seat when Mumsy hit the brakes hard), we arrived at this park which smelled wonderfully new to me. I immediately tugged Mumsy towards the place where all the doggy scents led to, the dogrun! And in there, I saw two handsum corgis! Mumsy introduced me to Augus and Ode, two brothers belonging to two sets of hoomans. I was a lil' afraid of them at first and had to run from Ode when he came up sniffing. Augus was friendlier so I stuck close to him, and joining us was this Jack Russell that looked like a deer and this black and white mix. On a whole I just tagged along with the two other corgis since I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. The Jack Russell chased me though and I had to hid underneath the bench to get away from him! Mumsy was left shaking her head at me but she, Auntie Jane (Augus's Mummy) and Auntie Jane's mummy all agreed that we get along very well. Which is a good thing as I am gonna board with them when my hoomans disappear sometime this month. Auntie Zoe and Benny were supposed to take care of me, but Auntie Zoe opened a new BIG biz so I guess I must remind her to give me a discount when I visit her NEW SHOP.

I think I better leave it to the peektures to tell the complete story of what I did this morning at the dogrun. U can see that I was practically Augus's shadow! Augus is the one with similar colouring as me while Ode is the sable one.

Giving Augus a massage with my jaws!

Me checking on Augus' butt! Smells just like a dog!

Ode drinking water while Augus and I watched him.

Mumsy especially like this photo above of our butt shot!

This series is of Augus and I running after Auntie Joan, Auntie Jane's sister. I am pretending to be Augus's shadow.

After the run, the three of us were covered with each other's drool and sand. Auntie Sharon and Auntie Jane decided to bring Ode and Augus to shower first so Mumsy drove all of us to Uncle Martin's place! I never been to Uncle Martin's shop before and it was like my bestest dream come true. His shop was stacked from floor to ceiling with yummy dog food! Mumsy decided that I should go for a shower and grooming too, since my fur was getting a lil' out of shape. I was so scared when the grooming lady took out that buzzing thing to shave my paws! I think I bit her accidentally and got a scolding in return. Hey, I am a puppy what and I have not been to the groomer's often. Mumsy explained to the groomer and she (the groomer) gave me a reassuring hug before she continued. I felt a tad better after the hug and Mumsy left me there with Uncle Martin and the groomer while she went off with the rest of the hoomans for lunch. Here are some peektures of me at the groomer.

Mumsy reappeared some time later, when I was already smelling great. I waited for her patiently (well not really, I whimpered when I saw her cos I missed her already) while she did some shopping for me. She got me loads of stuff again, including this tee shirt that says England 7, which from what Daddy said, it was supposed to be something called beckham. I think it is a type of yummy sausage that's why it is called HAM. OOOOH she bought the chicken drummets! I nosed through the shopping bag when she wasn't looking! I can't wait for Sunday's dinner!

This bandana was given to me by the groomer. I supposed it was to reward me for being such a good dog. *grin* See my hairless ears?

Something smelly

2007-08-29T11:52:00.000+08:00

No no, I wasn't referring to Dexter's pent up poo.. *grin*

My hoomans came back from their usual wheekend grocery shopping smelling some what stinky. As if they stepped on some poop (not mine!) and forgot to wash their feet. Yet the smell wasn't all that repulsive. But before I can sniff around their groceries, they brought me out and I happily forgot about it.

When I got home, the smell permeated everywhere. I was dying to find out but was whisked away for the much hated shower. When I was finally dry, Daddy revealed the source of the stinky smell, something called due-rians.

The hoomans took the whole smelly box and went off to watch teevee, leaving me sniffing in the air after them. I thought the forgot all about me but half an hour later, Mumsy came back with half a due-rian seed for me to try. Apparently it was becos Daddy was too full and couldn't finish the last seed. How apt right? I took a tentative sniff at it, then a lick. To my surprise, it tasted wonderful. Soft, sweet and creamy! I quickly gobbled the whole thing up and kept licking Mumsy's fingers for more, but she said that's all I am having.

Here are some photos of me eating the wonderful fruit. Mumsy told me it is called the king of fruits!

First tentative sniff

And the first lick

Finally going crazy for more

What's left of it

Chipped

2007-08-26T12:45:00.000+08:00

Fee's warning came too late... Getting micro-chipped has nothing to do with chocolate chips! It was a tad painful in fact!

My usual Doc Dog wasn't around today and in her place was this pretty young thing! I wanted to impress her by being on my bestest behaviour (actually I was on my painful collar again). Daddy was the one that had to hold me and before I knew it, something painful entered the area somewhere between my shoulders. I gave a quick yelp but the pretty young thing told me it was done and gave me a rub. I mistrust her after that as Mumsy always says don't judge a book by its cover (although in this case it was a hooman). She then came after me with this metal thing and I ran away from her (the vet was trying to take his shoulder height for his license with a metal tape)! Daddy had to hold on tight to me so I protested by sitting down... Took them quite a bit to get whatever bits of my vital statistics. Oh yeah, the pretty young thing also felt me up! I was so embarrassed cos she left her hands there for an extended period of time while she chatted with Mumsy! Then the spotlight was off me and on Scruffy, my housemate, who was feeling under the weather.

I was glad to leave Doc Dog's place. I keep forgetting that each time I go there, it always ends with me traumatised. If this continues, my hoomans better have a sum of money for me to go for therapy!

I thought we were going home but Dad drove us to some place I never been before! Mumsy explained that the veehicle needed some repairs so Dad was to drop us off at Grandmama's place! I was apprehensive when Mumsy opened the door. The place smelled so clean that I didn't dare to put my paws in. I stuck close to Mumsy as Grandmama came and talk to me. She smelled cleaned too. After awhile, the hoomans brought me down to the garden and Mumsy let me off my leash! I went crazy chasing her around garden. It was so good to be able to run around without the leash though I made a point to stick close to Mumsy as I wasn't familiar with the place. I slowly got used to Grandmama and when Mumsy was too tired to play, I pottered around Grandmama while she did her gardening. Grandmama was trying to tell me to "Sit" but I don't know why it sounded like "Sheet"! Took me 3 times before I got her meaning! She said if I listened to her, I'll get to visit her more often. With a big garden like hers, of cos I will listen to her and tried to curry favour her by sitting at her feet. I thought I could get into her good books if I gave Grandpapa a lick too! Grandpapa said I was fat though, which I promptly tried not to laugh as I am anything but fat! Well, he did make it up by saying I got a gorgeous coat.

I got home completely tired. Even though today's trip started out painful, I got to run around a nice patch of garden and meet two new hoomans which I like very much. I hope Mumsy will bring me to Grandmama's place more often!

The Good News

2007-08-22T08:11:00.000+08:00

Mummy came home last night with a silly grin on her face, holding a piece of paper in her hands. She sat down in front of me and for a moment, I thought she went a bit crazy. Cos Mummy never sat down and grin at me so uncontrollably before! She told me that it was time to spill the beans (my ears perked up immediately and I swivelled around to look for those beans) about The Good News she told me about last wheek.

Apparently, according to some fellas, I am not allowed in the apartment I am currently staying in. Mumsy wrote many long passionate eemails to them and after waiting for quite a bit, she was given the approval. That means I can continue to stay with my hoomans! Yippie!

I have to be micro-chipped though, whatever that means. I hope it has something to do with the chocolate chips I am always seeing in Daddy's food. Mumsy made an appointment with Doc Dog this coming wheekend to do the deed.

I like getting Good News cos Mumsy would look goofy for an extended period of time while giving me extra cuddles. More Good News please!

Mr Teddy and I

2007-08-21T08:19:00.000+08:00

A treat for you guys! Double post in a day! Actually, I am so bored I don't know what else I can do.

Remember Mr Teddy? I wrote about him here previously. Last wheekend, Daddy was doing the usual cleaning of my hidey-hole and he decided to throw Mr Teddy away. He didn't bother to even ask me for permission and he just threw Teddy in the bin! I waited for him to go and do whatever hoomans do before sneaking to the bin and rescuing poor Teddy out. When Mumsy came down to check on me, she was surprised to see Mr Teddy lying next to me. She asked Daddy if he changed his mind on throwing Teddy away and Dad said no. They both stood there and looked at me for a minute (I was trying to look as innocent as I can cos I wasn't sure if I did the right thing by rescuing Teddy, Mumsy don't allow me near the bin) before it dawned on them that I took Teddy out! Daddy apologised and took Teddy away for a wash. So for the rest of the wheek I slept alone without Mr Teddy.

Teddy was finally out of the wash yesterday and Mumsy gave him to me. I immediately went bonkers and... well I think you can view the veedeo yourself and judge.

Mumsy took a look at me and shook her head. She then showed me what Mr Teddy looked like before she gave him to me. When I saw that, I was feeling a teeny lil' bit of guilt. Cos Mr Teddy doesn't look like Mr Teddy anymore. Oops... Here's how Mr Teddy looked before and after being friends with me. Mumsy said Mr Teddy makes a good case for corgi surgery!

The Original Fussypot Pants

2007-08-21T07:59:00.000+08:00

I got my chicken drummets yesterday for dinner! I gave up on my hunger strike and finished my food consistently for the last couple of days before Mumsy considered feeding me my fav food. It was yummy! And I think I ate too much. Cos Mumsy took the chance to give me the maximum amount I was supposed to be eating and mixed it with the chicken drummets. It was delishcious!

Just that this morning, I couldn't fathom why I could stomach plain keebles and decided to do my hunger strike again. Mumsy isn't too concern though. She told me I have just finished the whole can of chicken drummets and she ain't gonna ever buy it for me again. *sob*

The wheekend was pretty quiet. It was raining off and on so we didn't go to school. I didn't go for my usual walks too cos it was too wet or raining when it was time for me to stretch my legs. Despite being much cleaner than usual (since I was indoors for a few nights), I had to have my usual shower! Pooh! I protested during the blow drying and bit Daddy hard on his arm. For that Daddy refused to play, talk or even look at me for the rest of the evening, no matter how hard I tried. He did his disappearing act at some unearthly hour this morning before I had my chance to say sorry. Well, I guess I have to act all contrite when he returns on Friday for good.

Mumsy said I should take this chance to introduce the person who was the ORIGINAL Fussypot Pants. She met up with Auntie Hui Xian and Auntie May on Sat (BUT she didn't bring me along!) for lunch and coffee. And with them was Miss Fussypot Pants: Cate! Cate is older than me by 5 months and she is one of the tiny but smart hoomans I was telling you about. She speaks my language, likes to throw things around, like to lick everywhere, likes to scream (or bark) for attention, and... she is a Fussypot Pants too! She lives with Auntie H, and apparently Cate chooses to drink her milk powder by brands! If Auntie H buys a brand she doesn't feel like drinking, Cate goes on a hunger strike! Sounds like my soulmate! I think I am in love!

Here's a photo of Miss Fussypot Pants. I would prefer if she was hairier, but I ain't gonna complain.

BORED!

2007-08-17T06:08:00.000+08:00

I'm bored!

Daddy isn't around to play with me and I am bored playing with Mummy. Even a dog can only play so many rounds of fetch before the novelty wears off. Of cos, I don't mind running arounf the house just to keep Mummy entertained but I get tired too, you know. The only plus point is that Mummy takes me out on extra long walks so I have been sleeping very well.

I am still on my hunger strike, but more often than not, I cave into the temptation of the aromatic keebles mixed with Nupro. I mean after thumbing my nose up on the keebles in the morning, you can't expect me not to eat dinner right? I can only hope that Mummy don't notice the occasional lapse in willpower. I still want my chicken drummets and lamb meatballs! My hoomans forgot to give me the chicken drummets last Sunday! But then again, I didn't go to school either. Chester and I both skipped school cos Uncle Ian was away and my Daddy was too tired to get out of bed. Hopefully, this Sun my Daddy will have enough energy to bring me to school!

Mummy came home last night smiling ear to ear. She said she has some good news to tell me, but until she can confirm it, she won't say it. I wonder what is the news about? May be she is going to tell me that she managed to secure a lifelong supply of chicken drummets for me and I don't have to eat keebles anymore!

I don't have anything else to post cos I am leading such a boring life. Time to go back and face the boredom. *groan*

Mixed emotions

2007-08-12T09:41:00.000+08:00

Daddy reappeared late Wed night, much to my delight! Had a good time playing with him before Mumsy packed me to bed. Knowing that Daddy was back made me sleep better that night. However, the next morning, I woke up at my usual time and my hoomans were still sleeping! They slept till the sun burnt their butts before waking up and feeding me my breakfast. I am still protesting against my yucky food cos I want my chicken drummets and lamb meatballs! In the end, Mum had to handfeed me before I managed to finish my breakfast. Well, actually Mumsy bribed me. She said if I finished my food, she will bring me out that afternoon.

The hoomans brought me to the beach! There were so many other hoomans there too! Even those smart tiny ones! I was so excited that I promptly dumped a load of crap! I saw other doggies there including one big corgi! The hoomans found a good spot to sit and while Daddy went to buy food, Mumsy and I played ball. There were two tiny hoomans watching me do my tricks and I liked hearing them laugh when I managed to catch the ball!

This is the first time I have been to the beach when the sun is still out! I finally saw the sea and boy, it looks scary. Daddy brought me down to the sand for a walk and tried to lead me into the waters but each time a wave came, I would promptly run the opposite direction! Call me a coward, but I don't think I am ready to master swimming just yet! However, everything tasted salty. The grass, the sand and the water! I never tasted anything so salty before! Hence I was drooling all over. Mumsy made sure that I had enough water to drink and even remembered to bring some of the yummy cookies and chicken jerky for me.

After some time, the corgi I noticed came over to say hello. There were two other doggies but they didn't seem to want to make friends and ignored me. Only the corgi came over to sniff me and I did the same too. My hoomans spoke to his hooman for a bit before they went off for a walk. Daddy too brought me for a long walk while Mumsy just sat there and bury her nose in another book. I saw many other doggies along my walk, but I was too engrossed in exploring the beach and sniffing other hoomans' stuff so I just ignored them. Well, I think I am still kinda small to be playing with those big retrievers! They would probably just squash me like an ant!

We left when the sun disappeared and I was tired by then. It was a wonderful day to be close to my two hoomans and exploring a new place.

On another note, Mumsy just told me that Trax, the grandpa of all corgis left us to go to Doggie Heaven this morning. I just saw him at the dog walk last Sunday and wanted him to teach me to be a samseng! My Mummy says he is at a better place now, waiting for his Mummy patiently. I can't imagine a place that is supposed to be nice, yet without my hoomans. I guess when the day finally comes, I would know.

Goodbye Trax! We will meet again!

Another missing hooman

2007-08-09T06:26:00.000+08:00

My hoomans keep disappearing from me! This time it's Daddy who just poofed into thin air! Mummy explained that he had to serve the nation, whatever that means, hence it would be just me and her for the next couple of wheeks! I am in two minds of just staying with just Mumsy. I mean she gives me yummy treats to eat everyday BUT she doesn't hesitate to spank me if I don't behave. Like what happened to me after the last two meals. After the nice tasting drummets for dinner on Sunday and the yummy lamb meatballs on Monday, she served me just plain keebles last night. I threw a tantrum and refused to eat it, even though the yummy Ovenbaked keebles were mixed in there. She waited for 15 mins, before taking away my food bowl. When she took it away, I changed my mind and ran after her but she didn't turn back and gave me back an empty food bowl. I had to go to bed hungry.

This morning I decided that Mumsy's breakfast was more interesting than mine so I ran around her trying to get a bite out of it. I clambered, shed and drooled all over her until she got mad and spanked me. Hey, it isn't my fault that she woke up late! She again waited 15 mins for me to finish my food and took it away when time was up! I wasn't too concerned cos the last couple of days, she left the delishcious cookies hidden around my hidey-hole. I thought today would be the same but Mumsy didn't! She said since I wasn't hungry for my keebles, I wouldn't be hungry for cookies either. What a mistake! I am so hungry now!

Well I think I better distract myself. Last night Uncle Martin came over. I have decided, my hoomans are welcome to go to Uncle Martin's shop but Uncle Martin is NOT welcome to come over to where I live! Cos when Uncle Martin comes, it means nail cutting time. I absolutely hate getting my nails cut! I struggled and struggled, each time the nail clipper went 'click', I would scream. I mean it doesn't hurt (if Uncle Martin's doesn't cut the quick by mistake) but I thought if I act like it is painful, Mumsy would take pity on me and stop him from cutting my nails. It didn't work cos Mummy only held me tighter. I even attempted to bite her hands but was rewarded with her holding me even tighter!

The only good thing about Uncle Martin's visits are the great stuff he brings! Yesterday's stuff were 2 bags of Ovenbaked keebles, 2 big bags of rawhides and a huge bottle of shampoo. Erm, not sure if the last one is a good thing for me cos I don't like getting showered either. My housemates got stuff too! Their big bag of pellets came but Uncle Martin forgot their hay. Come to think of it, I should pity my housemates. Cos nobody in the right frame of mind, doggies or otherwise, can eat those pellets they do! Urgh... Gimme meat anytime!

I guess this is a good time as any to introduce my housemates. They are supposedly peegs but I always thought peegs were pink and much larger than they are. Scrappy is a smooth coat, grey haired peeg that is friendlier while the other is Scruffy, a rex, that is currently sporting a funky multi-coloured coat. Both of them are sisters but for some strange reason they can't stand the sight of each other. Mummy had no choice but to separate them. Scruffy is fiercer and well, more cranky. When it is time for them to have their houses changed, Mummy would allow me to sniff at the both of them. I don't like licking Scruffy as much as I like licking Scrappy! I think it's becos I am afraid that Scruffy would bite my tongue off!

Here's a peekture of my housemates and I. Scrappy is the one that has more grey while Scruffy is more white. Daddy was so afraid I would pounced on them and have them for dinner! Sometimes I think hoomans look down on us doggies. We don't eat our friends!

Dog walk

2007-08-07T04:36:00.000+08:00

The dog walk was fun! I never seen so many doggies in so many shapes and sizes in my life! But instead of going crazy, I was very well behaved. Cos Mumsy put on the painful training collar on me and if I ran around making friends, my neck would suffer.

My hoomans picked up Auntie Claudine and Prince William before the dog walk and I started my nonsense immediately! I scrambled to try to get to them in the car, and in the process I scratched Mummy quite badly. In my struggle, I accidentally hit the stick in the car and Daddy had to stop the car for me to calm down. I think I scared Auntie Claudine quite a bit with my over eagerness! Dad dropped us off at the starting point and we met up with Auntie Grace and Furby. Furby was in a stroller! That lazy Furby! Auntie C put Prince William in there too! That 2 lucky dogs, didn't have to waste a single ounce of energy walking! But I enjoyed myself tremendously, sniffing at other doggies' butts. I got chased by a BIG St. Benard! I keep getting chased by bigger doggies!

At the end of the walk (which was easy for me), Mumsy called Dad and found him and the car stuck in the mud. Dad was kinda annoyed so Mumsy had to help him get unstuck. There were some really helpful hoomans who tried their best to help us too. I must thank them for their help cos if they didn't we wouldn't be able to get out.

We went back to the party but I could feel that Daddy was still annoyed. Mumsy left me with some of the SOCK members while she went to look around. I saw my bro, Chester, looking all spiffy and smelling nice cos Uncle Ian brought him grooming! That lucky guy! Then there was another Chester, also a corgi whom Mummy was petting. He chased me away and promptly sat at Mummy's feet! I was jealous but Chez Bond (that's how we differentiate him from the rest) was too intimidating. Luckily Mummy didn't stay long and brought me to where Dad and Auntie C was. Silly Mum forgot her coo-poon so she couldn't redeem the goodie bag! I put my snout in Auntie C's and saw so many goodies! Why am I stuck with silly, forgetful hoomans?

Mumsy made up that mistake by getting me a big bagful of doggie cookies and lamb meat balls from US Doggie Bakery! I decided to be generous and shared my loot with Prince William. I could see he had a bit of problems eating them but nonetheless he was enjoying himself!

I saw Auntie Shannon and Big Chester there too.. My idol was there to perform his mean frisbee tricks! Being so short, I didn't manage to catch the whole performance. Lucas was there too and he made Chuckles do amazing tricks! I can't wait to grow up and learn all these cool stuff!

We left early since Daddy was still a lil' annoyed and Auntie C had to get back early too. I was very tired by then and was looking forward to snooze in my lil' hidey-hole. Here are the peektures of the dog walk! From top to bottom: me in the car, me trying to offer my paw to Mumsy so that I can get the darn cookie from her hands, Prince William and I, me and my spiffy bandana. Ham-some or not? Last peekture is all my cookies! Mumsy hid some away in my hidey-hole this morning before she left. I had fun looking for them and munching them up!

And they said hoomans were better than animals

2007-08-02T06:46:00.000+08:00

Mumsy was doing her usual surfing (the one that doesn't involve water) this afternoon when all of all sudden, I heard her spluttering indignantly. I perked up my ears and to my surprise, she started cursing and swearing. To my knowledge, nobody else was there with her! Then she called me in and showed me this.

And I was horrified to my bones!

The reports of abuses on animals by the so-called superior race, the hooman beeings. I was appalled at the stories written. Dogs that were locked up for months without water or food died horrible deaths, cats being thrown into some washing machine, I am sure not to wash him, horses' hooves not trimmed for months! I was totally disgusted with these hoomans!

Mum was especially affected by the story of three crossed terriers being abandoned by their owner when they moved. Two of them died and the last one only survived because he ate his dead friends! I can't imagine myself eating Chester at all, no matter how hungry I am! The only good thing was that this puppy was rescued in time.

I wonder if these people were really hoomans or some alians inhabiting beneath their fur. Because I have seen really nice hoomans and I can't believe hoomans are capable of hurting so many animals. Mummy explained that there are eediots out there, just like there are dogs that are mean and agressive.

I think when I get my dinner tonight, I will say a prayer for all the poor animals and be thankful that I have plenty of food and water everyday.

Slurp!

2007-08-01T08:05:00.000+08:00

I finally got to sink my teeth into the delishious Evanger's chicken drummet dinner, but I got only ONE miserable piece! Mumsy transferred the whole can out for me to see but before I can even take a whiff of it before she tapped my nose and kept the rest in the fridge! Can you believe it? One small piece only! So now I m smart. Whenever Mumsy opens the fridge, I'll sit right at the opening and stick my head in! My ears get cold though, but I am not complaining. Even if I can't get to eat them, at least I get to stare longingly at them.

Here's the photos of the chicken drummets! Mumsy mixed it with my old and new keebles. There's even carrots in the drummet sauce. There is even a veedeo of me enjoying the chicken! Obviously I went for the chicken first before the usual keebles. You can hear Mumsy and Dad talking in the veedeo cos Mumsy wanted to teach me to pick up food that I dropped before going back to my foodbowl for more. I am drooling all over Mumsy's metal as I type this. *slurp*

I am finally shedding too! My fur is everywhere and I am kinda pleased about it. Cos that means I am going to be a big boy. Chester, my bro, has been bragging to me about his new denser chest hair and I was kinda envious as mine still look sparsed and puppish. Now I can show off my new coat to him when I finally see him for the dog walk this wheekend! That lazy bum skipped school last Sun again.

I also get perverse pleasure of seeing Mumsy sneezing her nose off and chasing after those lil' dust bunnies made out of my fur! Those dust bunnies also keep me entertained as they seemed to have a life of their own. I am not that stupid to think that they are alive since they are part of me and I should know my body parts well right? I like chasing them though. *grin*

Here's some peektures of Mumsy brushing me. Don't I look like I am enjoying myself? I used to hate getting brushed but now I just flop on my belly and let Mumsy do her magic. She told me I needed to be brushed daily or I might get hotspots. Which I promptly showed her the one I have been worrying about since last afternoon. She and Dad immediately pinned me down to clean the wound and boy, it stings! This morning, they did it again and I growled and growled at them but they wouldn't let me go! But the wound didn't feel as itchy this morning as it did last night.

See the amount of hair I am shedding? That brush only ran through my fur 5 times and it got all clogged up! Mummy is complaining that she is eating my fur with all her meals!

Treats!

2007-07-29T15:51:00.000+08:00

My hoomans came home later than usual last night. I was rather cross with them as I was still worried that Mumsy would disappear again. But when they got back, they showed me what they got for me and I immediately forgot my anger. Because they brought back lotsa stuff for me! They explained that they went to Uncle Martin's shop and did some shopping for me. I think Mummy is feeling a tad guilty for abandoning me the past 2 weeks! Here's a peekture of me posing with my pressies!

Here are three packs of Oven-Baked Chicken Dog Food for me to try! Apparently Uncle Martin gave them to me free! Then there is this thing I can't wait to try: Evanger's Roasted Chicken Drummet Dinner! The peekture on the can looks absolutely enticing and drool producing! Mummy said I only get to eat part of it on Sundays, after school, cos I am such a fussypot pants when it comes to food. She said after eating the drummets, I probably won't eat my keebles anymore! But Mummy has already added in the Oven-Baked keebles to my dinner and I love it! In fact, I have been picking out the Oven-baked ones and ignoring my usual keebles, much to Mumsy's exasperation.

And then there is my usual chicken jerky that I loooove... I finished the other pack already even though Mummy gives them to me very sparingly. The last 4 small packages are the Greenies! Mummy has been trying to check my teeth regularly and to her horror, she said she sees ta-ta and plate (it's TARTAR and PLAQUE)! Since I am a bit young to start on real bones, she decided that Greenies would be a good substitute.

I am a contented puppy!

School with Chester!

2007-07-28T02:27:00.000+08:00

Chester my brother, finally got his lazy ass off the floor and came to school last Sun! I think I did gain a bit of weight on him cos this time I managed to get on top of him while we wrestled! Even before school started, both of us were muddy and wet. This is the first time I got to roll in the mud without Mummy screaming at me. In fact, she and Uncle Ian were both looking at us, torn between amusement and exasperation. Photo below is when we are still clean.

We also got chased by Spice, the husky, our fellow classmate. For some strange reasons, she kept coming after me! What's with me and huskies?? I am either getting chased by one or harassed by one! Urgh! She gave up after awhile and went for Chester instead. Here's a peekture of Chester showing Spice his tummy, except Spice has already moved away from him. He laid there for 5 mins, just showing his belly to the rest of the world! I think he wanted to enjoy the mud. Afterall the hoomans always gush about some mud wrap and spas... I don't know why Mummy is so stuffy about me rolling in the mud when hoomans do it too!

Lucas thought us how to sit and wait but I was rather distracted by the other dogs that I got punished. Threw a tantrum after that and refused to look at either Lucas or Mummy. I mean all I want to do is to run free and play with the rest of the doggies. Mummy tried to bribe me with chicken sausage but I wasn't gonna soften my heart. Hmmmpppff!

Didn't get to play with Chester Kor Kor again. But we did see him doing a magnificent catch when Auntie Shannon threw the frisbee. I overheard Daddy asking Mum if I would ever be like that. I think that's why Mummy is throwing my keebles at me during every meal, making me jump and catch them. Sigh...

Going away again!

2007-07-23T07:35:00.000+08:00

Mumsy is going away again! I overheard her telling Daddy to send her off on Mon and that she would only be back on Wed... Just when I thought life is going back to our normal routine. After hearing that, I stucked to Mum the whole day, getting under her feet and made her trip! She finally got irritated with me to send me to sit in a corner. I don't want her to go!!!! *hic*

But since she is around, I thought I better take the chance to pound on the metal. I didn't do much in the wheek that Mum was away. I wake up in the morning, get fed by Daddy and when he isn't looking, I chewed the laundry basket! After he leaves to do whatever hoomans do, I just spend the day wishing that Mum comes home quick. In the evenings, Dad and I will sit in front of this amazing contraption called a tee-vee. It changes so quickly that nothing stays constant more than a second. I have to say it kept me entertained cos before I can figure out what they are doing on tee-vee, it changes!

Initially, when Dad brought me out for walks, I kept thinking that Mummy was hiding behind the pillars. So I kept running round and round the pillars looking for her. I missed her that bad. After a few walks I realised Mum was never around and decided to divert my attention to eating whatever I can find. This drove Daddy nuts (I didn't see any nuts though) and he had no choice but to bring me for short walks.

When Mum finally got back, I couldn't stop licking her. She did spend the whole of yesterday with her nose buried in some big book. I saw the title about some potter and some hallows. Hoomans do read the strangest thing. Anyway Mum's sharp eyes spotted the damage done to the laundry basket but she didn't scold me. Phew! Here's a peekture of the damaged basket. Mummy made me pose beside the basket, with me looking a bit sheepish and guilty.

Miss me?

2007-07-21T06:33:00.000+08:00

I am baaack!

But, this is going to be a short post cos I want to go and lick every inch of my Mumsy! I missed her so much. Late last night, when I heard her keys on the door, I thought my big satellite ears were playing tricks on me. I've given up on seeing her again. 7 days away from me is too long in my puppyhood! Anyway, the first thing she did was to climb up to see me and that's when I slobbered all over her. She didn't seem to mind though (my Mum hates to be licked, so weird right?). I spent the rest of the evening staying close to her.

She told me that the hoomans she were teaching were successful in their learning so I guess I will be seeing a lot of veedeos of rolling hoomans soon. I won't write about what I did in the 7 days that Mum was away just yet. My notes are in a mess!

I will leave you with this cute veedeo of 4 handsome corgis singing a song for some hooman called qween. Now this is what I call talent. I doubt the hoomans can do something similar. If any of you doggies have a veedeo of hoomans doing the same thing, post it and let me know!

Dog interrupted

2007-07-13T15:07:00.000+08:00

Mumsy made me write this post as there are a couple of friends reading it on a daily basis. At least I hope so!

I won't be able to post any new stuff for the next 7 days at least cos Mumsy is going away to teach some young hoomans! I can picture the scene in my head already: hoomans made to do tricks like rolling, hands shaking and the Bang Bang trick! I should go along with her and demostrate how it is supposed to be done!

Alrighty, this has to be a short post cos 1) it's past my bedtime and 2) Mumsy has to wake up very early tomorrow morning!

Till the next time!

Smile!

2007-07-11T09:37:00.000+08:00

I have been tagged by Ume again! She is one fast one I tell you. I am supposed to post photos of me smiling.
Erm, I tend to smile a lot, well, becos I like to think I am very friendly. So friendly that it gets me into trouble a lot of the times. I have a story which I will elaborate on later, after my smiley photos. Mum says I can't stop smiling hence my drool always decorates her kitchen floor!

From top to bottom: me at 8 wheeks, 10 wheeks (one of my ears is starting to stand), at the Bontanny-cal Garden, at 19 wheeks for the last 2. As you can see, I look like a dog you can easily trample your grimy paws all over! All tongue, no teeth.

Something embarrassing happened to me 3 nights ago during my walk. I encountered another husky! Although I do have some reservations about them, I decided to flash my handsome grin (evident from the photos above) and be friendly. Afterall, we should always give a dog another chance. To my horror, the husky was a female dog that was, ahem, very interested in putting her snout at somewhere where it didn't belong. At first, I thought she might have accidentally put her snout at the wrong place. But she persisted in doing so! I was so uncomfortable so I decided to run away from her nosey snout. So we ended up in a comical twist, me running away from her, and she chasing me. I didn't know how to break the news to her that I wasn't interested.

In the end Mum came to my rescue and tugged me away. You should have seen how fast I bounded away from that frisky husky! *shudder* So embarrassing to have somebody's nose up your ass in a public place!

I tag Chester, Furby and Ume to share with us their most embarrassing encounters!

He ain't heavy, he's my brother!

2007-07-10T16:10:00.000+08:00

I am supposed to be asleep now, but hey there are findings out there that shows that dogs are noctural animals! Mum's in the shower now hence I am tapping my grimy paws on her metal.

Big news! Big news! My brother, Chester, has his own blog! Please feel free to visit him here and leave nice comments for him! Chester and I have been trying our darnest to persuade his Daddy allow him to pound on his metal too but I think his Daddy's metal is much more precious to him than my Mum's. Anyway that's all in the past! You can finally read all about him after my many glowing comments about him. *ahem*

I have been tagged by Ume to tell everyone how my name came about! Well, I asked Mummy and she said I better asked Daddy! I can't believe it! I always thought the female hooman would be the more creative than the males but it seems Mumsy doesn't have a single ounce of creative juices (must be due to all my licking) in her! Dad chose the name without really thinking very much. He said all he did was to pluck the name from the air! I have to master this skill from my Dad! Plucking things from the air! I would wanna pluck bones, steam chicken and my fav chicken jerky from the air! And when I am lonely, I wanna to be able to pluck my hoomans from the air.

Sorry to say my naming story is tad a bit boring. They got the name even before they saw me. I hope the rest of you have a better naming story than me. I tag Chester and Benny!

Boring Saturday!

2007-07-08T10:52:00.000+08:00

What a boring day for me. I thought since my hoomans were not disappearing (like they do every morning), they would have brought me out to stretch my legs. But all they did was to let me sleep in a bigger room today, the kitchen. And although I can smell Mumsy in the house, I hardly saw or hear her. Dad explained that Mumsy was sick and was sleeping off her medicines. I think she got the runnies too!

So all I did today was to sniff around the kitchen, watch my housemates run amok in their cages, stare pleadingly at Dad to bring me out. I think I must be losing my cuteness cos Dad had no effects from my hypnotic play-with-me-now look anymore. He basically ignored me the whole afternoon while he did what hoomans do on wheekends: housework (strange, the house doesn't work does it?)

Mum came down at about 5-ish and I tried to pounce on her. I did that last nite, pouncing on her with all my 8kg frame! She squealed like a pig (not the pigs like my housemates) and clutched her tummy. I got a bit worried cos Dad had to check on her. So subsequently I decided not to pounce on her tummy but on her bony legs instead. In the end I gave up cos I ended hurting myself landing on a pile of bones. I prefer landing on her soft tummy. Anyway Mum refused to play with me today and made me stay away from her. I whined and whined and whined but she was firmed about it. She said she didn't want to pass me the floo, whatever that means. I only perked up when I heard her talking to Daddy about bringing me to school! I can't wait cos Chester will be there!

Mumsy also broke a piece of bad news to me gently. It seems that Auntie Zoe and Benny might not be able to take me when my hoomans disappear for an extended period of time. Auntie Zoe is expanding her bizness hence she might be too busy for me. Part of me want Auntie Zoe to be successful and part of me wants to stay with her. I guess if she is successful, then she might remember that I wished her all the best and she might give me a massage! Right Auntie Zoe?

Back to school!

2007-07-02T13:22:00.000+08:00

Hiya guys! I am baaaaack! Feeling as fresh as a daisy (I never seen one in my entire life) after my prolong rest. I am feeling better too! No more runnies in the last 48hrs, though I haven't managed to poo either. Mum said she would give Doc Dog a call tomorrow to ask abt my lack of poo. I can't understand these hoomans sometimes. When I poo a lot, they freak out. When I don't do the deed, they freak out too. They should learn from us dogs, to chill out a bit! I did enjoy the change in diet! Doc Dog said I needed to eat something bland like steam chicken and rice, but I think there is something wrong with her taste buds! She should try my hard brown yucky stuff I get for dinner! Steam chicken and rice beat that paws down!

Mumsy said I need to thank a couple of doggies and their hoomans for their prayers. I didn't see any prayers though. Did my hoomans hide them from me? All the same, I wanna thank Uncle Ian (my bro's hooman), Auntie Grace, Auntie Zoe (Benny's Mummy) , Auntie Shannon (big Chester's Mummy) and my newest net friend, Wally, the corgador! I am better and I am sure one day I will sniff out the stash of prayers you guys gave me. I am sure it's somewhere!

I went back to school today! My bro Chester played truant though. I was one of the tiniest there! Everybody was so much bigger. I got swiped at by a huge dog tied by the fence! I wanted to go over to say hi but he hit me with his paws! I got a shock cos normally they will go for my neck but this guy literally smacked me in the face! I met one of my old kinny-garden classmate. Spice is friendlier now. She didn't bit off my head! Oooh I saw another corgi there too! I forgot his name but he seems so big!

I learnt some heel work today. Lucas also taught Mum to walk me in circles. Kinda silly if u ask me. We should walk with a purpose, i.e. piss everywhere, chase after other doggies and munch on the grass. But I wanted the sausage so badly that I just let Mummy lead me round and round and round. In the end, she was a lil' pale in the face cos she was dizzy. Daddy, on the other hand just sat around, talking to Auntie Shannon and Uncle Dan. I wanted to prance over to play with Chester Kor Kor but Mummy kept making me walk around in circles instead. By the time I was free to go, Chester Kor Kor had to go for his lesson. I saw the way he flew off Uncle Dan's back! I think I got a new hero! I wanna be like him when I grow up!

I can't wait for next week's lesson! Chester (my bro) will be coming and we can wrestle! I hope I managed to gain some weight on him. He always manages to overpower me! More steam chicken please if you didn't get the hint!

Sickie

2007-06-30T08:21:00.000+08:00

This is Cody's Mumsy posting on his behalf. Cody isn't feeling too well today with a slight fever. He has been having diarrhea off and on, i.e. 2 piles of solid poo and a puddle of watery stools, for about 8 days. He also threw up some whitish, foamsy vomit a few times this week.

Anyway he has been to the vet and but she doesn't know what is causing him to react this way. All she can do is to give him some meds. Being such a young puppy, we, the parents, are worried sick about him. So do keep him in your prayers.

When he gets better, he will come back on to write about his ordeal, and thank you guys too.

To the groomer's we go....

2007-06-28T10:56:00.000+08:00

I had a new experience today! Last evening, Mummy was trying to cut my ‘thumb’ nail and being the naughty boy I am, I struggled like mad. Mummy accidentally cut off some of my quick and I gave a big yelp and bled all over the floor. Daddy saw the blood and scolded Mummy for being careless. I kinda pitied Mummy for getting scolded cos honestly it was my fault but I ain’t gonna tell her that! Mummy was so guilty that she gave me an extra serving of my favourite chicken jerky!

Anyway aft that that traumatic experience (I think Mummy was more traumatized than me), Mum brought me to the groomer this afternoon. At first I thought it was a treat as I haven’t been out for a couple of days (more of that later). I wagged my tail so hard at this huge guy at the groomer’s and when he led me off into a small room. I promptly forgot about Mummy and happily walked off without her. When I went into the small room, I saw 2 other doggies! I got even more excited! The big guy hoist me up onto a table and to my horror, grabbed my paws! I realized that I got conned into getting my nails cut! I struggled and struggled, looking for Mummy, but she wasn’t in the room with me. The big fella was now using some buzzing tool to do something to my paws (he was getting his paw pads shaved) but I continued to struggle.

All of a sudden I heard tapping and saw that Mumsy was standing outside and looking at me. She tried to talk through the glass and I could hear her telling me to stay. So for 2 seconds, I laid on my belly quietly before resuming my struggles. Luckily the big guy was patient with me and stopped for a moment to calm me down. He finished my four paws and I thought I was home free, until I saw the nail clipper! I struggled even more and yelped each time the nail clipper went ‘click’ (Cody was acting like somebody was out to murder him!). But by then I was getting a lil’ exhausted so the groomer cut them pretty quickly.

And still my ordeal was not over. He took the buzzing thing again and this time he aimed it at my, ahem, sensitive regions. Mummy later explained that the guy was shaving my nether regions so that my pee won’t wet my fur. That wasn’t so bad cos I felt much cooler aft that! I think I can handle it the next time I go to a groomer.

After getting out of the groomer’s shop, I immediately went berserk and wanted to chase those black things that can fly (he meant the mynahs). My hoomans normally bring me out when the sky is dark and I don’t get to see these flying black things. Coupled with the fact that I have not been out since Sat’s trip to the Botanny-cal Garden, I longed to run free. Now the reason that I have not been going for my usual walks is because I have been having the runnies (diarrhea). After the grooming, I offloaded quite a bit of watery stools. I feel perfectly fine though and tried my best to convince my hoomans to bring me out but Daddy was pretty firm about it. Hence all I have been doing is playing Fetch with them in the kitchen. So boring! I overheard Mummy making an appointment to see Dr Ling on Fri that means I get to go out and stretch my legs!

Mummy had to drag me home cos all I wanted to do was to run around and play with those black flying things. On the way home, I saw the hoomans living next door to me and guess what I saw tiny hoomans too. The tiny hoomans smelled very nice and they seem to be smarter than the big hoomans cos one of them could communicate with me with doggie language. He was going, “ooooo….” and “waaaaah”. Sounds like me when I want attention! The other tiny hooman came to pet my head. I wanted to pounce on him cos he was about the same size as my best bud, Chester, but Mummy held my leash tight. She then spent some time talking to the big hoomans while I tried my best to get near to the tiny hoomans. They even came to my home but before I could show them around, Mummy locked me up in the kitchen. I did manage to show them my housemates, Scrappy and Scruffy though.

It was a pretty eventful afternoon for me. Normally I would be all alone and I guess despite getting my paw pads shaved and my nails cut, it was a treat for me to have Mummy with me today. I wish she didn’t have to disappear every morning though. Sigh… I wonder where she goes?

Let's go out!

2007-06-23T08:07:00.000+08:00

Mummy has been busy again! Though there was one day she got home much earlier than usual, but all she did was to hide in her hidey-hole and did not emerge till Daddy came home. I thought we could have spent some time together but seeing her tired face, I doubt she has the energy to run after me.

What shall I blog abt today? Shall I tell you all about my outings? I think I shall.

When my hoomans first got me, they couldn't wait to bring me out. Being so small and having an undeveloped munity (immunity), Mum said that I had to finish my jabs first before I can go out for walks. Daddy on the other paw, wanted to bring me just downstairs. One night when Mummy was working late, Daddy brought me down without her knowledge and after a fun walk, we waited for her to come home. When she saw me waiting, she didn't know if she should smile or scold Daddy. But I had lotsa fun. It smells so different from home, so many different scents, and so many different things to find out about. I kept chewing on everything I encountered! Some of the green ticklish stuff were quite nice to munch on. But Mummy will always pull me away when I smell something interesting to munch on! The other thing I like to pounce on to chew is tee-shu. They are white, some of balled up, some in loose fluttery pieces!

And there are trips to the vet. My first trip to Dr Ling was pretty scary as every other dog I saw were so much bigger than me. Dr Ling gave me a small sweet that tasted very bitter but being the silly puppy I was then, I gulped the whole thing down. Mummy said she (the vet) gave a jab but I didn't feel a thing. I like Dr Ling! She smells of many different dogs and cats and bitbits (rabbits) and peeggies. The last two trips to her was so fun! I kept trying to bite this shiny little off her chest (It was Dr Ling's button that Cody was trying to remove). I overheard her telling my hoomans that I was gonna grow up to be extremely naughty if I wasn't sent to obedience class. I was a lil' hurt by her comments cos I felt that I was on my best behaviour. All I meant to do was to be friendly (and get the shiny thing if possible)!

Of cos, Mummy packed me for kindergarten classes but I think I'll leave this for another post. I had so much fun there that I think I won't be doing it justice if I merge it into this post.

My first official trip was to a dogrun, with Chester, Benny and Furby. It was fun! I saw some really big dogs, but they weren't too friendly. I got chased by them and instead of coming to rescue me, my mean hoomans left me to fend for myself. Here's an embarrassing photo of me groveling to some husky. I was trying to be friendly only! Is being friendly a crime now? Anyway I got the chance to try the A frame and to jump over some hurdles. I did it once or twice then gave up cos no matter how many pieces of treat I get, the effort ain't worth it.

The embarrassing photo

Me on the A frame. I think I am afraid of heights!

Tired but contented me

Mum's favourite outing place is the Botanny-cal Gardens. She calls it going on a peegnic, but the peeggies don't join us! Daddy would bring me around the park while Mummy would just sit under a tree, reading her book. It was rather boring for me but Mummy seemed to enjoy it a lot. I can't chase the big dumb birds swimming in the lake, neither can I be off my leash. There are so many things to chase there! Kids playing frisbees and balls, other doggies going for their walks and lil' hoomans pottering about on unsteady feet!. I think she is planning to bring me there again this wheekend. May be, just may be, Daddy might let me go off leash for once!

My canine frens!

2007-06-19T11:25:00.000+08:00

Mummy and Daddy overslept this morning. I woke up at 6am, waiting for them to come and carry me down for breakfast as usual at 8.30am. But at 9am, with my tummy growling, I still haven't hear a single noise from their room. I tried my best to wake them up by banging my body against the metal grills. But still they continued to snore! I contemplated if I should tear the newspapers in my loo, but I remembered that Mummy hates that and I would get a smack for doing it. In the end my hoomans got up close to 10am and by then I was hungry enough to wolf my breakfast down.

Since I had the whole wheekend to think of something to write about, I have decided to talk a lil' bit of some of my frens I have made during my outings. Of cos, my BOF is my bro Chester. With him around, no other dogs can hold my attention. Both of us just simply start to wrestle, bite and paw at each other. We don't stop at all, to the extend of us missing treats that our hoomans offer us out of sheer embarassment at our behaviour. It is fun pouncing on Chester especially when he becomes all docile when his master is offering him a piece of duck jerky, in the bid to stop our wrestling. Mum, of cos, would be all red face and apologetic, pulling me off Chester and chastising me. Peace will only last as long as Chester is chewing his treat before we are off at it again. That's Chester on the left and me on the right taking a break to drink water.

Of cos there is Furby, a Shih Tzu that has long messy hair. Furby normally thumbs his nose away from us as he thinks that it is beneath him to play wrestling with youngsters. He normally sits away from us and tries hard not look at us with interest. I think he is just jealous of our youth cos he is already 3 yrs old! Oops Auntie Grace is gonna kill me for saying that!

I have some frens I made at my puppy kindergarten, like little June the Yorkie cross, Tza Tza and Spice the two big huskies (puppies too) in class and of cos cute Milo, the cocker spaniel. I don't have a photo of them though but school is starting again next Sun and I hope I get to see some of them there.

The next fren I am going to introduce is Benny. We met him and his hoomans Auntie Zoe and Uncle Clement at the dog run. Mummy just told me that I will be staying with Benny when she goes on a short trip with Daddy in Sept. I think I want to grow up like Benny. Benny is 14 mths old but he is full of fun and not act like some stuffy old dog. He wasn't really interested in looking at me and Chester wrestle though. I think it's becos he does it much better than us. I have tagged him and you can go and see how he wrestles with Dexter, another Corgi! Chester and I are definitely out of his league! Benny is also a part time vacuum cleaner for Auntie Zoe. I think Auntie Zoe should pay Benny for all the vacuuming he does! I am sure Auntie Zoe's home is spotless. The best thing is that despite not having a mechanism to empty all the rubbish he vacuums up, Benny doesn't put on weight! Mummy says Benny is a true blue foodie. I think in this respect, I can never be like Benny. I am such a fussypot when it comes to food. That's Benny doing the thing he does best: eating!

All the same, after seeing all the photos and videos of the fun Benny had with Dexter, I am looking forward to board at Auntie Zoe's place. Plus from what I heard from Benny, she gives wonderful massages! I hope she will give me some. I promise to be very good if she does give one to me. Benny is one lucky dog. I wonder if I make Mummy learn how to massage me. I hear from Daddy that she gives lousy massages, like chicken pecking on his shoulders. May be I can conspire with Auntie Zoe and Benny to brainwash Mummy into attending one of Auntie Zoe's massage classes!

Home Sweet Home

2007-06-16T10:16:00.000+08:00

I am making up for not posting for past 2 days by writing another post. So there, it's a treat for u! I don't think I'll be able to get my paws on the metal this wheekend either. Overheard Mummy saying that it will be a busy wheekend for her as she has some weedding to go to, despite not feeling too good herself. I hope she doesn't get the cold or else she would be very grouchy to Daddy and I!

Here's some photos of my bedroom! I have my own towel, my own hidey-hole, even my own pee space! Some dogs have very comfortable beds to slp on, but I doubt I can sleep on one cos it is so warm! I hardly sleep on my own towel either. But when the sky darkens and makes awfully flashes of light and sound, I am so glad for my hidey-hole. I only feel safe and secure there. There was once I was in the kitchen with Mummy when it started to storm and I was far from my hidey-hole. In the end, I ran to hide in the next best thing, under the sink in the loo in the kitchen. Mum tried to cure this by shutting me out of the loo and played with me during the thunnerstorm but all I did was to stick close to her or hide between the piggie's cages and the laundry basket.

Noticed the teddy bear in red? I used to slp with it until I dragged Teddy with me when I had to pee in the middle of the nite. Mum washed it, but I think she forgot to give Teddy back to me. But at least Teddy is visible so at nite, when I wake up, all I need to do is to look at him and I will feel that I am not alone.

Mean tricks

2007-06-16T09:41:00.000+08:00

Mummy has been working late the past few nites hence she didn't bring her metal back for me to type on. In fact my walks were shorter than the usual one owl for the past 2 nites cos she literally had to drag her feet and kept yawning during the walk. As much as I want to explore and to deposit fresh pee at my usual pee spots, even I could tell that Mummy was tired to the bone, though if I don't quite understand this hooman phrase. I mean I don't see any bones or I would have pounced on them! Anyway, I didn't put up a fight when Daddy led me home 15 mins earlier than usual.

Knowing that I was still very hyper, Mummy decided that it was time to refresh my trick collection. The wheek that I came to Mummy, she began to teach me some simple tricks. I can say proudly that I learnt how to shake hands at 8 wheeks old, aft an intensive 20 mins of training from Mumsy. After a wheek's break, she made me learn how to do the roll over. That trick was a bit hard to master as all I could think about was the treat she was holding in her hands. Consequently all I was doing was giving her my paws, cos that was what that got me the treats in the first place! It took Mum 2 days to teach me that and she lost her temper at me once cos I bit her fingers instead of listening to her.

So the last 2 nites, with a fresh supply of chicken jerky, Mum made me repeat the tricks I learnt over and over again. She was grumbling that without treats, I wouldn't even sit up to acknowledge her. Daddy took the camera and recorded the whole thing down. So here it is, a video of me doing both tricks.

Mum also taught me a new trick, called Bang Bang! It is a trick where she points her fingers at me and says, "Bang! Bang!" and I am supposed to lie down and pretend that I'm dead. Kinda silly if you ask me. Even Dad was shaking his head at this. But I'll do anything to get that yummy chicken jerky! I sound pretty desperate, but hey, chicken jerky tastes waaaay better than the usual brown stuff I get! I will remind my hoomans to record this down. Actually it is better to watch my Mum's reaction when I do the trick successfully. She was cackling so loudly that the piggies scramble to hide in their hutches!

How Mummy came to have me

2007-06-13T07:51:00.000+08:00

Mummy told me that I have loads to catch up with, since I am already almost 5 mths old. That means I have 5 mths worth of stories to tell!

I thought I'd start by telling a bit on how I came to live with my Mummy and Daddy. You see, my Mummy always love animals, but my Grandmama hates them. All she could have was ONE goldfishie kept in a coffee jar. Mummy grew up loving fishies and till today her work still revolves around those disgusting, slimy fishies. Anyway back to the story, since she couldn't keep anything bigger than a guinea peeg, she waited till she moved out with Daddy. Even then she kept thinking and thinking about the lifelong responsibility of having a dog. Daddy on the other hand wants a boder collie cos he thinks they are smart! But I am smart too, just 9 rungs below them on the list. So aft much consideration and speaking to a lot of dog owners, she decided to take the plunge. Coincidentally, there was this person advertising that he had corgi puppies for sales at a really low price. They went to view but went home empty handed! Cos Mummy had cold feet (well if she brought me home, I could have warmed it for her) and needed to sleep on her decision. She told me later that when she decided to have me, it was like a big burden off her chest!

So I was brought back to the new place. It smelled strange to me... Too clean in fact! I started to lick the floor to make things a lil' bit more familiar and but was pulled away immediately. I am sure you can tell that Mum is a neat freak. The room was so big and all of a sudden, I missed my siblings. I mentioned previously that my real Mum gave birth to 10 of us, but our eldest sibling got squashed by her and died. Luckily the owners had sense to send her to a dog doc, and the 9 of us were delivered safely. Anyway, aft being pulled away from licking the floor, i went to pee under a chair! I mean I was already holding everything in throughout the car ride and they expect me to suck in it some more? I was only eight weeks old then, with an eight week's old bladder. I see the hoomans' babies all have to wear this plastic thing around their butts till they are 24 mths or so. Hence my pee-holding-in skills are infinitely better than these hoomans. That's me on the first day of at the big clean house.

They put me into this huge room with a big white throne and told me that this will be my bedroom. I wanted to climb onto the throne but the surface was too smooth and I was too short (yes, I can hear you sniggering). The first nite I was really meek. But then after for the next 4-6 weeks I whined and pawed at the grills every single nite. I really wanted to be near the hoomans but I overheard Mummy telling Daddy if he lets me into their room, her nose will be blocked and she can't slp. Every morning, Mummy would greet me with half opened eyes and eye bags. She told me sternly that no amount of whining will get her out of bed to come and cuddle me, so I might just as well quit doing it cos she can't slp! I was tad a bit hurt to hear her saying that so aft a break of 7 days, i resumed whining again. Cheeky me eh?

Oh yes, I forgot this really traumatising episode! I was with my hoomans for about 4 wks and one morning, while waiting for them to wake up their lazy asses, I decided to chew on my grills. I had a faint idea that if there are no grills, I can escape to be with my parents. So I being the smart guy i was, I chewed from the weakest link, which were where the grills were connected. Yet somehow or rather, the hook connecting the grills became lodged in between my gums and I got so frightened that I started screaming!!! Daddy immediately came to check on me and tried to calm me down enough to see what was stucked but I continued to scream. Mummy came to see too and by then Dad saw the prob and was trying to to extricate me. I have to say I was so scared that I pooed. Mummy was close to panicking as I wouldn't stop screaming. I refused to allow Daddy to touch my mouth and even bit him (oh this is so embarassing, why did I start on this?). Mummy in the meanwhile was on the phone with the dog doc, but they couldn't do anything either. In the end Dad left me in Mum's care while he rushed out to buy wire cutter. All this while I was still screaming (note the liberal use of the word). Mummy was trying not to breakdown seeing me in such pain. But in the end I managed to wriggle free before Daddy came home. I was so exhausted that I could only crawled to my waterbowl for a drink. Mum immediately made an appointment with the dog doc and she pronounced me ok. Aft that I no longer chew my grills and change it to chewing my bedroom walls.

My Mummy shook her head when she read what I have written and said that she hopes this serves as a one-ing (Mumsy: warning) to all chewy dogs and puppies. So there you go, don't say I didn't one you!

Me, myself and I

2007-06-12T10:34:00.000+08:00

Mummy has been thinking for a long time if she should allow my grimy paws on her laptop. She kept saying that her dis no space, ramp very slow, and most importantly she got tonnes of dada in it that piece of L shape cold metal (Cody's mum: its disc, ram and DATA, silly). On most wheekends, she will be spending her time banging on that piece of metal though. Sometimes she would be laughing at it and other times she would look like she wanna crush that piece of metal.

All of a sudden today, she announced that she has thought it through and that I should spend some of my pent up energy on writing a blog. I looked at her quizzily as she explained that it was some online (what line?) journal that I can use to record down my activities. At first I was wondering if I should waste the time and energy to sit up to do this, let alone think abt what I want peaple to read. Aft much though (actually it took only 2 seconds), I decided to give it a go. Afterall, everybody, dogs included, likes talking about themselves.

So here's a brief introduckion of myself. I am supposed to be a purebred Welsh Pembroke Corgi, but Mummy says as long as there is no official papers to prove my lineage, I better not go around proclaiming that I am a purebred. Man, i am getting confused! I think u can safely say I m a corgi. That's good enough for me. My barkday is on 18th Jan 2007, though on my vaccination card, it states 19th Jan, which is Mummy's sis's barkday too. Oops Mummy said it's BIRTHday not barkday for peaple.The colour of my fur is red and white, but my tail has this tiny patch of black. Oh yes, before I go any further, I have to say my real mummy gave birth to 10 pups, including me! I still keep in contact with one of my brother, named Chester! In fact we go to sch together! We both have since graduated from puppy kindergarten and will be starting the next level soon.

Ok ok back to ME, like all corgis i have short legs. Let's make it clear, the legs are shorter becos i have a dwarf jeans (Mummy: gene) encoding for short legs! My body is the normal size as other doggies so its short legs but normal length body. And unlike other corgis, I have a tail. Mummy said some corgis are borned without tails while others get theirs chopped off! I shuddered when Mummy told me that. Mummy said unless I want to change from an apartment dog to a working, herding dog that chases after cows and oxen, there is no need to have my tail cut off. Daddy says he prefers me with a tail so that he can see if I am happy to see him or not.

What's my fav activities? I guess it would be chewing any and everything I can get my paws on. Even the walls of my own bedroom are not spared. I would chew on them like they were the juiciest bone in the whole wide world. I can finish one rawhide bone in 6 hrs considering I am just a 4 mth one puppy. Other than that, I love walks! No matter how tired I am I will still walk an extra mile, sniff another bush, pee at another tree, just as long as I am in the big wide open. Although sometimes I get so excited that I poo watery stuff out and puke. I can't help it! I get so excited and all...

What I don't like is meal time. This is really weird considering most corgis are foodies. Mummy will feed me this nasty smelling bowl of brown stuff. It used to be just the hard brown stuff but I rebelled and refused to eat my breakfast for the next couple of days. I wanted to show my displeasure even more obviously if Mummy didn't already get the hint, by skipping dinner too. But my empty tummy will always be the better of me and I find myself licking the bottom of my bowl in the evenings. Mum then became smarter and mixed it with hot water, which made the smelly stuff become surprising aromatic! She should have done it long ago. To make me more interested in meal times, she added Nupro to my smelly food so now it tastes wonderful. But still I need a lot of encouragement to eat. Some days I will just gobble it down. Other days Mummy and Daddy have to sit beside me to cajole or scold me to finish every bit of my dinner. I don't even have treats cos they would ruin my appetite. And when i have them, I puke them up! I think I have written quite a bit for a first antry. Next post I will tell you how Mummy and Daddy came to have me. That's all for now! *Woof*

The corgi that doesn't like food

Another post in less than 24hrs!

An update!

He has arrived!

Hot date with the babes!

"Guard duty"

The grape

A visitor!

Furminated!

Family!

The making of a Sith (?!) Lord

Bones, bones, bones!

Uncle Martin's visit: The bad side

I have been naughty...

New fren!

The toilet plunger

Nice & sunny!

It is finally sunny!

Upgraded!

Prince William's Barkday Pawty!

Cookie's Barkday!

Much to do about nothing...

The day I almost killed my Mom...

Belle is home!

Operation Belle!

I am ONE!

Less than 24 hours!

Counting down...

Yet another one...

The Main Event

New Year, new trick!

I looooove Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

Corgis Christmas Gathering - Part II

Corgis' Christmas gathering - Part I

Of puke and presents...

My first present!

The big blinking trwee...

Meal times

Mindless activity

*Scratch scratch*

One rainy evening...

Flying corgi!

Living like a "superstar"

Not for the fainthearted

The Bone...

All about me...

Footie!

Blog Action Day!

Pawsitive Sensations' Official Opening!

Especially for Mama Soon

Cody the Cowardly Dog

New toy!

Pet names

Holeeday!

Fun, fun, FUN!

Ume's Barkday

Attacked!

The Final Adventures of Mr Teddy & more...

The weird ball

New friends, new experience

Something smelly

Chipped

The Good News

Mr Teddy and I

The Original Fussypot Pants

BORED!

Mixed emotions

Another missing hooman

Dog walk

And they said hoomans were better than animals

Slurp!

Treats!

School with Chester!

Going away again!

Miss me?

Dog interrupted

Smile!

He ain't heavy, he's my brother!

Boring Saturday!

Scratch scratch