Family!

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

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

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

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





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

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

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!

Bones, bones, bones!

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

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...

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!

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

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!