Showing posts with label Horribe Stuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Horribe Stuff. Show all posts

Monday, July 7, 2008

The making of a Sith (?!) Lord

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


a


Doggie

Sith Lord!

Saturday, June 7, 2008

Uncle Martin's visit: The bad side

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...

Saturday, February 9, 2008

The day I almost killed my Mom...

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!

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Operation Belle!

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!

Friday, January 11, 2008

Yet another one...

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.

Friday, December 7, 2007

Mindless activity

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!