it's a dogs' life!

Simple life (but exciting at times) of a three-year old Shih Tzu who thinks she is one of the most fortunate dogs in Singapore...

Saturday, October 14, 2006

Birthday fun - Part II

As promised, we had an outing to WCDR as a combined birthday celebration for Brownie and me!


Our new friend, LeLe!


What a hot day..


Le2:" Now let me tell you what to do..."


A case of staring incident


Brownie aiming for his next target..

Oh did i rave about my Mini Birthday Party @ home?


My 3rd Birthday - 18 June 2006


Wow.. Yummylicious!


Look at that! Sumptous meal prepared by my dearest Mommy!


A pic with the chef


Family portrait!

Sunday, June 18, 2006

It's my birthday today!

It's my 3rd birthday today! Some pics to share....

"Angry with Mommy & Daddy! They forgotten to wish me happy birthday at 12am (cos they've got the WC fever)!"

"Happy birthday mei mei!...."

Monday, June 12, 2006

World Cup Fever

I got to know that there is this fever spreading around the human beings recently. Heard that anyone infected will be down with this fever for a month... Friends, please stay away from World Cup, which is the main cause of this 'fever'.

I firmly believes that Mommy and Daddy got it.. :( The symptons are:

1) Glued to the television for 90mins at 9pm, 12am and in serious case, 3am...
2) Discussing about "Who will win" ...
3) Scream in the middle of the night, in front of the television screen
4) Wearing colorful t-shirts with designs that looks like flags!

*So scary.. shoo shoo... World Cup Fever, pls do not come near me..*

Can die lah, and now I am beginning to suspect that Buddy has got it too...Look:


and this:

Sunday, June 11, 2006

WCDR - 27 May 2006

I am back.. after missing in action for close to a month..

Mommy and Daddy had been 'hogging' the computer most of the time, and that explains why I havn't been updating my dlog diligently. (Day time is my koon time... so i usually dont dlog during day time even when they are not at home...)

Lotsa updates here... i went for a furcut.. felt much pretty now! I always prefer to be in my short coat... else I'll develop rashes very easily when I have long hair. Weather's too hot, i guess...

And we went to WCDR last last last last (erm.. lost count) week.. Bad timing... it was very hot.. all thanks to lazy mommy who overslept.. Well, we had fun anyway!


Waiting for our breakfast


Carrot again?! Duh..


Big big field!


Gotcha!


I give up.. I need to take a break!


Whey.. Brownie, don't smell poopoo.. wait they beat beat you ah!

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

I adopted Truffle!

I adopted a dog!

I named him Truffle.. cos i know Mommy has always wanted to name my future (maybe?) sibling, Truffle. Ha.. now i've got that name first! ("p)

Scroll down to the end of the page to find him!

Sunday, May 21, 2006

Daddy's new toy....

...is a CAMERA!

With it, I will have nice pictures up my blog very soon! Yipee!

Some random pics.. featuring Mommy and yours truly..

Mommy and Brownie, who r on crash diet (i mean both of them)


Buddy says, "I love you Mommy!"




Sidenote: Heehee.. Mommy looks like advertising for some maid agencies in the pictures.. Slogan should be: WE LOVE DOGS!

Saturday, May 20, 2006

How could you, how could you.. how could you?!

This article brought me to tears... Mommy and Daddy promised that they will never do this to Buddy, Brownie and me... never...

HOW COULD YOU? By Jim Willis, 2001

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend.

Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together.

I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.

She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."

As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers."

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You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.

You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room.

A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.

She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.

And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

(A Note from the Author: If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American & Canadian animal shelters.

Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a non-commercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice.

Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals).

"Gimme a bone....


....and I shan't disturb you anymore.. "

Easily contended..with a bone... Now, who says that he is not easy to handle?

No outing today...

Sigh! After much anticipation, they had to call off our outing due to bad weather today. No much happenings today, Brownie got a bone-bone from all of us for his birthday.

And Mummy bought him a tag too... Hmm.. thats' all folks.. till then!


PS: Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to Brownie! Happy birthday to you!!!


(Yeah i knw, what a boring blog... )

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