Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Piggie Doggie II

Wonder if you pals remember what had happened to Piggie Doggie when I had some great playing time with him.

Mom found the same colour thread and did the "stitch back" on him.

Before the "stitch-back"

After the "stitch-back"

Piggie Doggie and I had a great time of REUNION!!!!

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Visit to ShuShu & Kero

Sorry for being dissappeared for a while... Mom couldn't log in into the blogger. Even she could, she couldn't upload the phOtos. Sigh...... And that's why I didn't pay visit to other's blog too.. So sorry for that..
Hope everything will be back to normal as soon as possible.
Last weekend we went back to hometown and we paid a visit to ShuShu & Kero.
We had a great fun there!
There are a few more friends there too.. Abu and Juliet (CKCS too)
They are so nice and friendly too!

We would like to say sorry to ShuShu. He has to be masked upon our arrival. Because Aunty Won (ShuShu's mommy) worried that ShuShu would be over excited and hurt us small dogs. He barks alot non stop when I started to walk around. Sorry ShuShu..

And I did make mom so embarassed when I make myself freely eating up all the kibbles in ShuShu & Kero's bowl. And when the humans top up the bowl, I make myself freely and top up my stomach the 2nd time.

We had quite a fun time there. The humans and friendly. Whoever offered me some massage, I'll climb up their lap and stayed for the massage.

The CKCS bunches had fun playing together. I doesn't join in the group because I was kinda scared.

I was so tired after the visit.. We head back home and had a nice nice bath.. After that I slept so deep that I ignore whatever the humans are doing around me..

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Arte-y Pico

The DeeplyLovedGreatlySpoilt Brats sent me this award! ooooooooo -- Arte-y Pico! This award was created to be given to bloggers who inspire others with their creativity and their talents, also for contributing to the blogging world in whatever medium. When you receive this award it is considered a special honor." (Extracted from Origin, Sen & Tom)

You have to pick FIVE blogs that you consider deserve this award for creativity, design, interesting material and also contribute to the blogger community regardless of language.
Each award has to have the name of the author and a link to his/her blog to be visited.
Each award winner has to show the award and put the name and link to the blog that has given him/her the award itself.
Award winners and the one who has given the prize have to show the link of the "Arte-y Pico" blog so everyone will know the origin of the award.
So.. I gonna pass the award to the following pals!
2) Snoop
3) Pacco
5) Mango

Saturday, July 19, 2008

Happy Tag

Booboo tagged me to tell pals out there what could my mom do to make me happy.
Erm... Overall I'm a happy doggie. I'm happy always.
But of course I'll superbly happy when food comes to me. Even plain kibbles makes me happy.
Below is one of simple dinner that I love very very much.
Mom boiled an egg. Scrambled it. Add in the kibbles and of course some olive oil too.

Mix all ingredients together and puff~ yummy~

See.. I'm a happy dog always!!

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Sleepy day

Oh... Rainy days just make me sleepy~

Friday, July 11, 2008

Too Excited

Am too excited knowing that tomorrow we are going back hometown. I miss playing chase with the Scooby. I actually miss him even we didn't go back only one weekend.
After mom told me that we are going to head back tomorrow, this is what I react.




After all the excitement... I dropped to rest and relax and wanted to fall asleep as soon as possible so that tomorrow would arrive sooner.

Mom.. Get the camera off me.. I wanna sleep...

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Cross Breeds

(We wanna make it clear that we are not criticising any breeds, no matter pure or not)
Since my previous post about dog breeds. I've chosen Mongrel. As some pals here admitted that mongrels are really more healthy than pure breed dogs or sometimes more clever and intelligent. This is so true when we see lots of mongrels buddies which are much more intelligent.

Mongrels are unique, everyone of them has their different look and different size and different temperament. And the most important thing is their health.Mongrels are generally healthier than a purebred dog, simply because the lines are wider spread. They doesn't have what we called genetic problems.

Sometimes it come to frustrated when we see people trying to criticise non pure breeds or crossed breeds.

People come to ask mom, "Is your dog a pure Chihuahua?", "Is your dog a pure Min Pin?".. Mom would always answer, "Nope, he is a crossed between Chihuahua and MinPin." And guess what's the return? "Oh!, I thought that is a pure one. I thought of breeding my MinPin/ Chihuahua, so I thought of asking you. Oh.. then, it's ok. Forget bout it." Or in another case, a dog owner came to mom, "You have a Chihuahua right?".. And mom answered, "Erm.. nope, not a pure one.. why?".. the lady, "Oh.. nothing.. I was thinking to breed my MinPin crossed Chihuahua." So.. mom gave a laugh and said, "Oh, mine is a MinPin crossed Chihuahua too, but too bad, my dog has been neutered, sorry." I bet you pals out there wouldn't expect what the lady answered mom in return. "Oh, no.. I doesn't mean that. I wanted to look for a pure Chihuahua to breed with my 'Girl', because since she is mixed, if I get a mix one to breed again, that would be too mix!"

Mom doesn't mean wanted to breed me anyway. She was just too curious on why people would have spoken in this kind of way. Hey! What's wrong with crossed breed?

In another case. Mom came to a case when someone criticised the crossed breeds. Saying that crossed breeds behaved badly. Pure breeds wouldn't have do so. Mom wonder what theory is this. How a dog behave is due to how hoomans trained them and not determined by which breed is that.

In online forums, mom saw many people looking for dogs for adoption. We don't mind seeing "I am looking for a pure Golden Retriver" or "My family would love to get a Rottweiler". But it comes to frustrated to see "I love dogs very much. I'm a real dog lover. I love to join dog events. I hope to adopt a pure breed dog. Any pure breed will do. As long as pure breed."......................... What is this?

We doesn't mean to harm anyone in this post. No harm to pure breeds of course! We just got frustrated to people that claimed themself as "Furkids lover/ Dog lover", but in the end criticising the non pure breeds.

Pure breeds can be very very intelligent and does the owners proud.

And so do the non pure breed! Just look at Pacco! I wouldn't have to say much about her. Look at her jumpings and obedience.

Pure and Cross breeds are all equal!!!

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Yummy Bones

Boo's mom recommended this to us. She said Boo and Dopey both enjoy this bone so much.
And this goes to BenBen's mom too. They told mom that I gonna enjoy this bone for sure as much as my buddies enjoyed it.
So, mom decided to let me try it. Boo's mom helped us to get the first pack.
yummy yummy
It tastes great!!
I have fun chewing it for hours!
This gonna be in mom's shopping list always in case she would head to KL again. Because we couldn't get it near us.
But this is not cheap. It costs us RM20 per pack which only includes 2 bones! So mom said, I could only have this bone on very special occasions and when I'm specially good on that day!!
Yummy bones are really irresistable~

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Doggie Breed Tag

This weekend, we didn't head back to our hometown as usual weekends.
So this is kinda bored as this weekend, I've got no chase plays with Scooby. And I knew he might missed me alot in hometown too.

Twinkle tagged me for a game.

If you could be a breed of doggie other than yourself, what breed would you pick?

Here are the rules;
1. Copy the question above and paste it into your post.
2. Answer it - and give a few reasons for why you think you'd be that breed or breeds.
3. Post these rules!
4. Tag ONE other blogger.If there are multiple pups within the same pack/blog, each pup should only respond when he or she is tagged. One at a time!
5. Most importantly, HAVE FUN!

Hmmm... After some thinking.. This comes to my mind. Is this acceptable?

I would hope to choose to be a MONGREL!

I picked the mongrel because mongrels are unique, everyone of them has their different look and different size and different temperament. And the most important thing is their health.
Mongrels are generally healthier than a purebred dog, simply because the lines are wider spread. They doesn't have what we called genetic problems.

I wished to tag Miss Pretty Lorenza .

Friday, July 4, 2008

Introducing Mr. Evans

As what have Girl Girl suggested, I should get another stuffie named Mr.Evans. So that Dog and Mr.Evans could live happpily ever after under my roof!
After some discussion, mom agreed with this and last night, we opened my new stuffies box.
The first one I grabbed is this. And mom said, this gave her the Mr.Evans' feel too. So we decided to name this Mr.Evans.
Look how sweet Mr.Evans and Dog could be after they meet again.

I brought them both around the house to intro them every corner of the house. And of course they squeak in joy too!

We had some ultimate ice-breaking time last night. And ended up, I was superbly tired.
Noticed my black colour collar? I've bite off the colourful one which mom bought back from KL, because I don't really like it. So mom got me this.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

"DOG" and Mr Evans

The BWTH suggested me to name my new stuffie as DOG. And this reminds mom about a story she had read some times ago. A nice touching story.
Mom decided to share this story out.
"DOG" and Mr. Evans
Andrea B. Redd, D.V.M.
Chicken Soup for the Dog Lovers' Soul
"She's famous, you know," the elderly man said humbly, half looking at the floor, while I examined his dog's swollen ear. But I could hear the pride in his voice.
A few moments earlier, just before entering the exam room, I had glanced over the chart for the patient in Room One. When I saw the patient's name, I thought, How original. A dog named Dog. Probably another backyard lawn ornament that's barely noticed and doesn't even get enough attention for someone to come up with an actual name for her. But then I also noticed she had been brought in for yearly exams and had received all our recommended vaccinations and preventative care. Perhaps this wasn't a neglected dog after all.
Inside the exam room , I met Mr. James Evans, eighty-four, and Dog, his eleven-year-old Weimaraner mix. I guess you could say they were pretty close to the same age. Mr. Evans had noticed the swelling and "dirty ears," and brought Dog right in to have her checked out.
As I continued the exam, he told me how he stumbled upon Dog's high intelligence when he started teaching her simple tasks. He taught her these mainly in case of an emergency since he had heart and other health problems. He noticed how quickly she caught on and began teaching her more tricks. Her most famous were counting and solving maths problems. They started "showing off" for family and friends, then Mr. Evans began taking her to nursing homes, schools and other small groups to perform.
"The people seems to enjoy it," he said. "Everyone's always asking how she does it. I tell them I don't know, she hasn't told me yet," he laughed. "Maybe she can read my mind. I don't know... but she gets the answers wrong when I'm not concentrating."
When he first telling me all this, I thought, Yeah, yeah, everybody thinks their dog is a genius. But I could now tell by the way his eyes lit up, and how Dog never took hers off him, that he wasn't boasting, but doing what he always did: sharing this special animal and her stories with others. He sensed that I was genuinely interested and told me he would bring a video of her next time. He readily agreed to my recommended preanesthetic blood testing and treatment of the ears.
Mr. Evans brought me the videotape the next time he brought Dog in, which was for a annual visit. Later that day, a few members of staff and I watched it. Although it wasn't the best-quality tape, two things were evident: how much the small audiences enjoyed the performance and how Dog never took her eyes off her partner. Was she reading his mind? Or was she so adept at reading his body language that was picking up on some subconcious cue he was giving her, something he didn't even know he was doing--and isn't that almost the same thing? However they did it, it was a result of both of them being completely in tune with and trusting each other.
Several months later, they were back in my exam room, both a little feebler. Mr. Evans wanted me to check those ears again. He thought she might be losing her hearing. She was also having some trouble getting around. "But so am I," he chuckled as I carefully checked her over. Her ears were fine-- just some wax, no infection--but her hips were arthritic.
The next time I saw them, Dog had to be carried into the exam room. Two years had passes since our first meeting. She was now thirteen and he was eighty six. I dreaded this exam.
Before I even started, Mr. Evans looked straight at me with moist eyes and said, "Now, she's been too good to me for me to let her suffer. I would never let her down like that."
With that, I went quietly with my exam. She was so weak. Laboring to breathe, her heartbeat was muffled and her eyes were dim. He agreed to leave her overnight so we could do more tests. He wanted to take the time to find out everything, but didn't want to allow her to be uncomfortable any longer if nothing could be done. I said I understood.
X-rays, EKG and blood work confirmed congestive heart failure, which had also caused her with heart medication, she was breathing a little easier and able to eat and drink. Something told me, though, that she was just holding on--holding on for him... for now. I prayed that she wouldn't die, not that night, not without him beside her.
I held my breath that morning as I entered the treatment room, trying to read my staff members' faces for the answer to the questions I didn't want to ask: How was Dog? Had she made it through the night? She was alive, but very weak. I had to call Mr. Evans. He seemed already know what I had to report.
Mr. Evans patted her head as I injected the bright-pink liquid, tears streaming down my face, my hands shaking. I glanced at my assistant, hoping to find a steady face. No luck. Her eyes were pools of water. Dog's leg, my hands, the syringe were now nothing but a blur. She took one last, deep, long breath.
Mr. Evans's son John carried out the large box. For the first time, James Evans looked old to me. I wondered how he would be without her.
Later that afternoon, John Evans called to let us know that his father had passed away-- he had suffered a heart attack while Dog's grave was being dug. I couldn't believe the pain that hit my own heart. I don't know how long I stood, stunned, before taking another breath.
I felt responsible. I had ended Dog's life, and because of that, Mr. Evans's life had ended, too. But then I realized they wouldn't have wanted it any other way. The family knew this, too. They had Dog's body exhumed and cremated. And they placed her ashes with her best friend.
I am grateful to Dog and Mr. Evans. They did more for me as a vet than I did for them. For at those times when I feel discouraged, dealing with the aftermath of a person's neglect of a pet, I remember Dog and Mr. Evans, and my confidence in the bond is restored.
So, as a conclusion, I decided to named this stuffie, DOG!

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Stuffie Wednesday

Stuffie Wednesday is here.
Mom bought some new stuffies to add in my collections. But I heard that mom said these might not all be mine. She buy whenever she sees nice ones. She said she wanted to collect them to give to my dogpals for their barkday and for my special days.

This is the first one mom allows me to have from that bunch. This is a real small one.
But I love it!

I play with it everyday. I checked it from every now and then to make sure he is ok.
Erm.. Pals out there.. anyone could give any suggestion, what should I name him?

Tuesday, July 1, 2008


Last weekend, mom and Aunty Janei (mom's elder sister) brought me and Scooby to a dog grooming house opening buffet. We were so excited about it. We were told that even dog food will be prepared for us. Wow.. This gonna be heaven. Mom even planned to meet up with ShuShu and Kero because they stay nearby the grooming house.
Guess what? We arrived there, and we stayed for not more than 10 minutes! We have to head back home!!!! And we couldn't meet up with ShuShu and Kero!!!!

This was all because of Scooby!!!!!! Tell you all what, he is more chicken than Chicken Twinkle!!!
Once he got down from the car, he started to shiver. He is soooooooo scared. He don't want to walk. He don't want to eat. All he know is just shivering, shivering, and shivering. Poor thing! Mom and Aunty Janei saw that there is his favourite treat (Milky Biscuits) selling there, so mom bought the milky biscuits to try to calm him down. And for your information, he rejected the milky biscuits!
We've got no choice, so we have to head back home, without meeting ShuShu and Kero, without meeting new friends, without taking photos, WITHOUT ANYTHING IN OUR STOMACH!!!!
The Big Chicken, Scooby!
That acted like a king in the house!

I was lazy to wake up this morning.. It is quite cooling this morning.
So I decided to snuggle in mom's warm blanket..
I was hoping mom to get me my breakfast on bed. But do you think that is possible?

The sun is here, but still I feel the cool air blowing.. I think I better lay here to get the warm sun.
And I still very dissappointed about the big big buffet we've missed!
But honestly, I couldn't blame much on Scooby.. He seldom go out to meet other hoomans and dogs. He is great enough to be the KING in the house, but acted smaller than a small little chick outside.