Not for the fainthearted

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*

Blog Action Day!

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?

Attacked!

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?

Another missing hooman

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!

And they said hoomans were better than animals

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.

Smile!

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!

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!

How Mummy came to have me

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!