Christmas Line-up

Finally, after all the preparation and the hoo-ha, Christmas has come and gone. I've got lots of presents from all the uncles and aunties, and most of them food! Yummy! Too bad my M is not letting me have them all in one go. She says my tummy is too weak to take too many commercial food, and was complaining about my soft 'output' after eating too much treats. I tried to tell her that my tummy is not weak, it's just processing the food faster so that there's more room for more food.

Anyway, what I had was nothing compared to what the humans got to eat at Christmas. Look at how they indulged themselves? And we dogs only get treats! There were turkey (I think it's a must-have for Christmas), lamb, mashed potatoes, italian rice, chicken pies, pasta and cocktail desserts! I heard that Uncle Chris was supposed to make salad but Aunty Shel informed at the last minute to say he was sick and couldn't make it. Luckily for MM's brother, who is a vegetarian (what? Vegetarian? That's so boring!! I can't imagine life without meat!), his family cooked vegetarian pasta, or else he'll just have to stand there and watch the rest eat. New way of attaining enlightenment I would guess.


Look at the spread!


Look at the HUGE turkey! As usual, the humans over-estimated and there were left overs. Such a waste! We dogs never condone leftovers. If you leave it to us, we'll eat up everything! Even the bones and lick the plates clean so that you do not have to waste time and water and soap to wash them. That's how considerate we are. But of course, humans always think such food are not suitable for us. Luckily, they decided turkey is safe for dogs and I was given quite a bit. I even have left over turkey for dinner for the next few nights, not that I mind leftovers.

Finally, just before midnight, the aunties and M decided that I could open my presents. They say since I'm a dog, the rule for presents only on Christmas does not apply to me. Actually, Aunty V already let me unwrap and eat one of her presents as soon as she arrived(she gave me 2, lovely Aunty V, and Aunty G too). But before I could open them, I have to take a picture with them. What a bummer! I wanted to rip the packages open immediately! There's food in there!


Are we done yet? Can I open them now?


Let's see what I've got:
- Treats from Aunty W & Uncle M
- Milk chews from Aunty VJ
- Roo chews from Aunty Shel
- Treat ball and dried meat from Aunty G (oh NO!! WORK!)
- Shirt from Aunty V (Gucci somemore ok!)
- This sausage looking food from Aunty R and Uncle C
- A brand new bed from M!!

Do I look good in black?


My M specially requested for black shirt to match her wallet. If you ask me, the Gucci shirt does not match my LV leash and collar. I think I need a matching Gucci leash and collar to go with the shirt. Hmm... my birthday's in JANUARY. (hint... hint... HINT!!!)


I'm not gonna move....


My new bed... I's very comfy but I'm still not quite used to it yet. I think it's a bit too soft, and I'm too used to the hard floor. But it's a nice snuggle.... finally, my very own bed!

That's what I call a match!


Doesn't the bed match my fur color? My M chose that color so that my fur won't look so obvious on it when I shed.

And after Christmas, the next big event will be the New Year!

Do they give presents out during the New Year?

Happy Christmas Eve!

Ohh.... I'm so excited! There's gonna be a christmas party at home today and I'm looking forward to finally opening our presents! I've got a brand new bed which my M just collected yesterday, but she said I can't sleep on it until tonight. A new cushy bed for my old old bones! Yippee! In case you can't see it, it's the beige cushion wrapped in plastic next to the tree.

I'm sure there'll be more stuff coming up soon. In the meantime, Happy Holidays!

Can't we open the presents already?

Hit and Run and Birthday Cakes

I was almost involved in a hit and run accident last night, literally. No need to worry for me, I'm not the victim. Actually, I was the one doing the (almost) hitting and running.

Well, what happened was, it was Chili's birthday celebration at the park yesterday, so we were all invited. I was walking off leash, and ambling along the path towards the dog run slowly. My M gave me permission to go off to the gate first but I preferred taking my own sweet time sniffing around..... until.... I heard the Aunties calling my name. They must have missed me, I did not go to the park for 2 days. Doesn't matter, they can wait.... but then, a very soft voice, carried by the wind, reached my ears. I heard Aunty H saying "Herbie, come, there's cake." Woahhhh.... wait a minute! Why did no one tell me there's CAKE??

I dashed off at a run towards the gate and almost knocked down 2 cyclists. Aunty V had to shout out "look out for bicycles!" but I don't care about bicycles, cake's more important!! Luckily I managed to avoid hitting them. For my effort, I was rewarded with an extra slice of cake coz Aunty H said that since I made such an effort to run, I should be rewarded.

Yummy!

Updates soon...

Lots of photos coming up soon... erm... as soon as my M can tear herself away from her new game... which is soon... I hope... erm....

Photos Photos Photos aka More Funny Things on Head!

This is one major photo-intensive post! My M finally found time to upload the photos after being so busy for the whole weekend!

We were all at Scuba's house because the humans decided they all want dinner. Let me tell you, Scuba is a very, very bad host. He kept falling asleep while we were at his house. Were we such boring company?

Make yourselves at home guys.... ZzzZZzz...


He even tried to continue sleeping as me and Tommy trampled over him. My ears were covered up coz thanks to Tommy's constant licking, I have a new hotspot on my ear. So Uncle J is holding my ear so that Tommy can't get to lick at it.

Can you guys like play somewhere else? I wanna sleeeep...


Aunty R then came up with the bright idea of letting me wear her hat so that my much abused ears can be protected. Aunty R is so smart! She tucked my ears in so that Tommy can't get at them.

kawaii ne.... they say I look like a Japanese dog


Unfortunately, this sparked off another bout of "funny things on head part 4". Aunty V dug out scuba's pair of doggles and I was made to wear them.

Just add another scarf, and I'll be the WW1 flying ace! or... was that snoopy?


Then they decided to change it to an FBI hat.

Sir, suspicious canine spotted!


And then without the hat....

Doncha mess with me


I was not the only one made to wear funny things on head... the rest were not spared either.

Rafv-san


Most of us were made to wear this funny thing around our neck and on our head and forced to sit in front of the tree with the lights.

I'm having pre-christmas traumatic nightmare


And we were all dragged screaming and kicking to take group photos. Oh alright! We were not dragged... except for Scuba, who was still attempting to sleep.

Behind the scenes


And the final product was... all of us looking to the side of the camera instead of at the camera. Because we all think Uncle C has gone a bit bonkers. He was standing at the side with this pillow waving it around and telling all of us to stay. Only sleepyhead Scuba was still zoning out in space.

Erm... you guys think we should call 995?


I think Scuba finally expired from all the excitement. He looked quite dead and did not even move a muscle when prodded. I was quite worried for a while, until Rafv, who obviously is very used to Scuba behaving like this, reassured us that he is still very much alive.

Rigor mortis setting in


And remember how I kept saying Uncle C is sadistic? Look what he did to poor scuba! Replaced his family jewels! With bigger, brighter ones somemore!

Jingle balls, jingle balls...


On closer look, doesn't it look like 2 eyes and a nose?

Good day to you, Mr Balls


Scuba finally realised he's got a new set of balls.

I think I see myself in Scuba's balls


And Uncle C and Uncle J next turned their attention to Lolo. First they put her on the rocking horse...

Giddy up, horsie!


Then they made Scuba toy hump her...

Scuba, is that you?


I think forget about 995.... we should call 999 instead.

Jack & Joey

Well, Jack and Joey came over last night. I think their HC had something on and so she asked my M to look after them. Well, it was no fun with them around, especially with Jack. I was practically trotting home (I usually walk at a leisurely pace) coz I was afraid Jack would nip my butt. (M: Side note- Jack & Joey were walking behind Herbie's big butt. And I think his butt blocked their view, they kept trying to overtake him and Herbie, most likely attempting to get away from Jack, quickened his pace, so it went on for a while, with the dogs walking faster and faster, and me there struggling with a water bottle, a bag and 3 weaving dogs. :P )


Jack barked whenever the bedroom door was going to be opened, or when people outside walked past. My M scolded him 'No, Quiet!' a few times but he only stoped for a while then continue again. And he and Joey were sitting at the door almost the whole night. To think that the big BOSS is so insecure (hiak hiak hiak).

Not that I play with them in the first place, but having them around were BORING. The only good thing that happened was that thanks to them, I got fed cheese coz my M was trying to lure them to the room so had to entice them with food.

I think I would prefer Tommy, or Scuba or even naughty Rafv to play anytime.

Cover Dog

Finally, after the last few posts with such unglamourous pictures, my M finally found some time to take proper, nice pictures of me. As usual, I'm the guinea pig coz she's trying out her new 'backdrop'. If you ask me, it's just a piece of cloth held up by scotch tape.


Serious look


I like the shoots, coz I get extra treats to make me look at the camera. But I think I get cheated sometimes. I only get 1 treat for every 3-4 clicks of the camera. I shall have to think of how I can get a treat for every click.


Can I have the treat, like NOW? It's been ages...


Any other dog who wants to be tortured, auditions would be open soon.

Crippled

Tommy's been limping recently and there's lots of rumours and speculation why he's limping. Some say he's sprained his foot, others say he's hurt his ligament. And a few thinks that he has been playing and running and jumping too much.

But the truth is..... I bit him. I hope no one finds out. *cross paws*


Can I have some ketchup with that leg?

Jekyll and Hyde

Rummaging my photos, I found these 2 pictures that showcase how Rafv can be a Jekyll & Hyde.

Plotting the next move... hiak hiak hiak


Don't mind me, I'm just an oh so sweet cuddly bear


We dogs are better actors than you think.

Rafv the Schemer

You know how they always say Rafv seems to be forever plotting some evil plot. Well, it's true. He may not be after world domination, but he is out to make others look baaaad.

Rafv came over to play yesterday and that rude dog just jumped up the sofa as if it belonged to him. I was on the sofa first, and he 'pretended' to play with me. First his forelegs came up, then his back legs slowly inched up until he was totally on the sofa. And to add insult to injury, he bumped me off MY sofa!!

There I was, attempting to look cute with my front paws perched on the sofa arm rest, and that conniving Rafv pretending to look innocent.

Looking cute


When everyone else was busy talking, he gave me a quick push with his bum, and I tipped over the arm rest! I was hanging by my back legs on the arm rest, with half my body hanging out. Aunty G was sitting right in front of me and I looked at her with pleading eyes to save me but she quickly moved her legs away so that my nails would not accidently scratch her! Talk about chivalry nowadays! Humph!

Evil plan succeeded


I was totally unglam hanging on like that. And the humans just stood there and laughed and said "bad Rafv" but no one came to help me immediately. I hung there for a few seconds before they decided to free me from my predicament.

And Rafv has the cheek to post this encounter in his blog! I will have to think VERY hard if I want to invite him to my house in future! It will greatly depend on how much food Aunty R smuggles me.