Bed Bed

Let me formally introduce you to my new bed, he's called Bed Bed. At least that's what my M calls it when she wants me on it. As it's a rainy Saturday, my M couldn't, or rather, was too lazy to go out and take pictures, so she dragged poor me and poor Bed Bed into the 'studio' for a shoot.

What? More pictures again?


I thought I was big, but Bed Bed is bigger. I could roll around on him without falling out. And controlled tests have shown that it can fit a MBT and a GR nicely.

Surrounded by Bed Bed


Although Bed Bed is very cushy and soft, I don't think I'm too used to it yet. I'll sleep on it but by the middle of the night, I start missing the floor. I don't want the floor to think that I don't like it anymore after getting Bed Bed so I try to spend some time with it as well.

Sunken in...


I hope the rain will stop soon so that my M can stop torturing me with her 'lightening', so that she can bring me to a dry park, so that we can go out. But I think that this is the rainy season, aw shucks!

What?! More rain??

Time Flies

A year has past, and I'll soon be another year older. Just to remind you guys, my birthday's on 31 Jan, so get your presents ready!

Actually, 31 Jan is not really my birthday. I don't really know the date I was born. It's kind of hard to keep track of the day and month and year when you're just a day old pup you know. My M adopted me about 3 years ago, but she was told I'm 18 months old when actually I'm much older than that. Oh well, I can't help having the perpetual puppy look.

Me about 2 years ago, don't I look good for my age!


Anyway, my second owner only had me for a week before deciding to give me up. She claims that she's afraid that I will accidentally scratch her kids when I jump. Phish! It's her loss and my gain! I'm such a gentle dog that I even let the neighbour's kid poke my ears and pull my tail! I'll never hurt a kid. My 2nd owner did not ask my first owner about my age. Actually, I don't think she knows much about dogs. I was only given a 15 min walk the whole week I was there, and I was bathed everyday! All those shampoo gave me bad fur days, and my fur became as dry as hay.

My M took me to the vet for a check up after adopting me and the vet guessed my age to be about 3 years old then. So to make things easy to remember, my M decided that my birthday shall be on 31 Jan. So after 3 years with her, I am soon going to be 6! Or so she hopes. She's praying that I'm not older than 6. Anyway, the numbers game doesn't really bother me, as long as there's food.

Last year was great, Aunty G baked me a birthday cake, and treats for all my friends as well. I heard that my M is going to ask Aunty G to bake my cake this year again. I wonder if I can ask Aunty G to bake me a 25kg cake. Imagine that.... a cake as heavy as me.... how heavenly~~
(M: No way you're getting a 25kg cake. Imagine the tummyache you're gonna have once you eat that up! And who'll be the one cleaning up after you?)

Oh shucks... you can never blame a dog for wishing right? Maybe if I just whisper very softly into Aunty G's ears, my M will never find out.

Yummy cake!


As with tradition, the birthday dog gets first lick.

Shall I attack from here.... or here?


As usual, most of my presents were food. I wonder what will I get this year. Maybe I shall have a wish list:

- a 25kg birthday cake
- No to Tommy's old rope toy!
- Or to new rope toys
- New leash and collar to match my Gucci top
- Or new LV top to match my leash and collar
- Dried treats
- Food
- Food
- Food
- Food
- And so on and so forth...

Ok guys, so you know what I want now. Why are you still sitting in front of your computer! Go SHOPPING!

Beach Boys!

It was another public holiday (public holidays? Aren't everyday a holiday?) on Monday so our owners all decided to pack us off to the beach. So off to sentosa we went, early in the morning. My M and MM almost could not wake up. I was supposed to meet my friends at 9am but they were still asleep at 8:15am!! Luckily my M managed to wake up in time, but not without complaining that I woke her up at 4am to poo. Actually, I woke her up to remind her to go to the beach but since she brought me down for toilet, I might as well carry on with my business right?

Anyway, it started to drizzle a bit on our way there, and I was worried for a while. Fortunately, the rain had stopped by the time we arrived. I had fun frolicking in the sand and even attempted to go into the water. Actually I only wanted to play with Tommy but he keeps going into the water so swim so I had no choice but to follow him in. Jack and Joey won't play with me and Scuba was too busy worrying about the waves to play.

I've got sand in my nose!


Running after Tommy


Scuba later managed to find a stick and was busy playing with it. Actually, I don't think 'stick' is the correct word. That thing is more like a branch!

Blowing his own trumpet


He was so happy with his find that he went a bit crazy, running and jumping around for joy.

Erm... anything think we should call a doc?


Maybe Rafv thinks he has gone too crazy and decided to calm him down.... but stuffing his head in his mouth. That's a mighty weird way of quieting someone down.

I wonder if the head fits....


Maybe if I try to fit in from this angle...


But the plan worked. Scuba did quiet down. I think he was traumatised. We later saw blood on him and we thought Rafv had bitten him accidentally, but it turned out that clumsy Rafv bit his own lips in excitement.

Poor Scuba was later dragged into the water by Uncle M to swim. He thought without Aunty S around, no one would make him swim, but he was wrong... *sniggers*

Muscle Man with.... Muscle Dog!


Me? I can't be bothered to save him. Was having too much fun with Tommy's rope toy. I think I should not have shown so much enthusiasm in chewing the rope. I heard Aunty W said that since I like the rope toy so much, she has decided to wash it and give it to me as my birthday present. Darn!

I wonder if ice cream tastes like this.


After a long morning, the humans decided to call it a day. Scuba, Jack and Joey went home first while me, Rafv and Tommy went for a shower. We were 3 miserable, wet dogs. Funny how Tommy has no qualms about jumping into the sea but can look sad while showering.

Drenched and Dripping


Rafv was totally disgruntled at looking so unglam. He looks so funny with a fluffy head and wet body! Hiak hiak hiak!

Quit looking at me, will'ya.


As for me, I tried to sneak away to avoid being rinsed but was unsuccessful.

Stealth mode.... ON!


By the time we finished showering, the humans decided to take us for a long walk to dry off, so off we went to Siloso Beach. The grass was so nice there that we were all made to take a group photo.

Rafv, your're supposed to smile for the camera, not doze off!


The humans decided to have Ben & Jerrys after the long walk. I tried my best to beg for a spoonful but they all ignored me! And my M made me pose next to the B&J sign. So near to the ice cream, and yet so far. Sigh!

They went to Sentosa for ice cream and all I got was this lousy photo!


Uncle M then met up with his friends for volleyball. I was so tired that I almost dozed off on my M's lap. What was I doing in her lap? Well, she did not want me lying on the sand after my bath so decided to make me her lap dog.

By the time we reached home, it was already 4pm. One whole day at the beach! Everyone was so tired that we had a nap. And my M and MM even let me climb up onto the sofa bed with them and we snuggled in the cool aircon for our power naps.

What a wonderful day. There should be more public holidays like this!

Happy New Year!

It's 2006! Happy New Year!!

Well, because New Year's Eve is such a special occasion, I've got lots of food that day. I accompanied my M to the market while she bought fish and pork and chicken and vegetables... but alas, not all were for me. However, she did buy me a pork bone to chew. She thinks my teeth are starting to get dirty and it's time to clean up.

Look at the size of the bone!


While letting me chew the bones, she started preparing the meat for the steamboat on New Year's Day. The bits and pieces of meat were added to my dinner, so I had chicken, pork, fish and pork pancreas, as well as kai lan for dinner. I wasn't too bothered about what she was doing coz I was too busy with my bone.

Don't mind the bloody paws, I'm just enjoying my bone.


It was raining again in the afternoon so no dog run again. But we're all going to Aunty V's house for bbq. Too bad dogs are not allowed in the bbq area, so I couldn't beg. We dogs were left in the house with Aunty S while the rest of the humans went for the bbq downstairs.

I did not tell Aunty S that I've already been fed a scrumptious dinner, so she gave me dinner again. Tee hee hee... I got 2 dinners in one night. However, I think I ate too much. My M and Aunty G commented that I looked bloated. And indeed, my tummy was feeling a bit queer. I had a bit of the runs as well from too much food. My M says serves me right for being so greedy.

Nevermind, all in all, I thought it was a good end to a fantastic 2005. I wonder what 2006 will bring me. More food perhaps?

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.