Garlic Bagels

As this is a topic very close to my heart (read: food), this will be a graphic intensive post.

My M, who is no baking whiz, who bakes her brownies from premixed ingredients bought from the supermarket, actually attempted to make garlic bagels from scratch, for ME, today! I love my M! *heart heart*

She got this recipe from this website, and as the recipe calls for chicken broth, we went to the market this morning to get this:

Made from real chicken!


She remembered that I quite liked the garlic bagel Aunty W gave me the last time, so she decided to add in garlic to the recipe. I wonder if Tommy & Rafv will reject the bagel, coz they're firstly picky eaters, and also they don't like garlic. And that is also partly why Aunty W gave me the bagel, coz Tommy refuses to eat it.

Eating Tommy's rejects.... yummy!


Now let's see the rest of the ingredients...

Freshly chopped garlic


Flour, flour and yeast


Mix'em up.... my M thinks pastry chefs must have very strong arms. She complained that it was tiring kneading the dough. Well, if she'd asked, I would have gladly helped!

From this.... to this....


Well, with this being the first time my M is baking bagels, of course the quality control, aka kitchen inspector, aka yours truly, will have to be there making sure everything goes well.

Are you sure you've got everything right?


And finally she's made them all! Ta-dah~~~

The unbaked version


Into the oven they go...


Well done!


Now let's take a closer look


Are they ready to be eaten now?


chomp chomp chomp


Oh well, my M said I'll have to share the bagels with my friends, so she only gave me 3.

That's it? No more?


I'm sure Rafv and Tommy will give me their share later.... hiak hiak hiak

*burp*

Automatic Butt Cleaner?

Ya, I know it's a weird title, but as I was having the runs sometime last week, my M thought of an automatic butt cleaner. The problem when I have a tummyache is that, I keep getting wet poo stuck on my butt fur, partly because I have very bushy featherings and tail. On nice, clean days, my M is very proud of my nice featherings, but on diarrhoea days, it gives her a headache.

Because if we're outside, there's no running water to wash my butt, and she'll have to get drinking water to do it, or risk me slapping my poo butt in other people's face (I like having my bum scratched, so sometimes I'll turn around until my bum faces the human. Not a nice sight if it's stuck with unmentionables.) But due to the scarcity of drinking water, she can't always wash my butt as long as she would like.

but... butt... but...


I don't usually have pictures of my butt taken, coz naturally people will try to aim for my head when taking pictures. This was cropped from a photo of me and Rafv playing, and you can see me nice, but wet (from sea water, not what you might think) bum.

What has all this got to do with an automatic butt cleaner then? Well, on my M's recent trip to Japan, she found a very interesting invention in their toilets.

ta-dahhh


An automatic butt cleaner for humans! They have buttons that when pressed, will shoot out a jet of water to wash your bum, and you can even control the volume/ strength of the water!

My M was thinking how nice it would be if they invented a portable one, so that she can just wash my butt with a push of a button. Better still if they have an automatic dryer built in as well.

Any brillant scientist want to try their hands at inventing a portable automatic butt cleaner cum dryer for dogs?

Life's embarassing moments..

After reading about Rafv's recent embarassment, to make him feel a little better, I'll share with him what happened to me some years ago.

Well, it was early in the morning and my M took me out for a long, happy walk. There were so many interesting things to see on the walk that I was looking here and there as I trotted alongside her. And as I was walking, something caught my attention.

What's that??


I turned my head around to look, and as my M was still walking, I had to continue moving as well. By the time that interesting thing went out of sight, I turned back and....

bang!


... walked into a pillar.....

My M found it so funny that she had to stop walking just to laugh at me. My only consolation is, it's early in the morning and there was no one around who saw me knock into the pillar.

Don't ask me what was the interesting thing I saw... I can't remember coz I think the knock on the head gave me a concussion.

Belated post on Birthday Party

Oh well, time to stop wallowing in self pity over my hotspots and think happy thoughts.

The happiest thought recently is Scuba, Rafv and Chewie just celebrated their birthdays at Sentosa. In case anyone's curious, they're turning 3,4 and 5 respectively.

From the days I have been staying over at Scuba's house, I know that they have been busy baking, baking and baking.... the Birthday cakes and goody bags for us! Look at our very own 'Doggie Bento Set', which even comes with a football whistle. The whistle must have been rafv the FIFA mascot's idea, since it's now the World Cup fever and all.

Doggie Bento!


The bento became my breakfast for the last few days. There were cookies in the shapes of their names and ages, some dried liver, lungs and who knows what other delicious stuff!

Salivating


Here are the Birthday Boys with their cakes. Of course, as tradition goes, birthday dogs get the first bite. Poor Scuba kept wanting to eat his cake but his Mommy made him sit still for a picture first. Look at him look at the cake!

I'll get you.... sooner or later


Chewie on the other hand, can't even be bothered to pose for photos!

What photos? Let me get that first!


Rafv was the most co-operative. Look at him grinning away. I think he loves his cake, apparently he almost ate half of it by himself!

I 'heart' my cake!


So now the next party to look forward to will be Tommy's birthday. I wonder what will be on the menu....

Hot Dog?

Aunty V said that I'm a hot dog, not the sexy hot, or even the sausage hot dog, but a hotspot hot dog. I'm having hotspots again, and it's quite bad this time. So bad that my M is almost tearing her hair, and my fur off.

I've gotten hotspots on my head ever since Tommy licked me so voraciously the other day. I guess the wet saliva (I think toxic saliva) and the friction caused my head to have hotspots, but I don't know why my tail feels itchy as well, so I kept biting it at night. Aunty V tried to stop me when she hears me biting but I secretly chewed a bit more when she was sound asleep.

Which resulted in this.....



and more unglam nicknames. My M has started calling me Rotten Tail in addition to Ugly Head. And because of the hotspot on my tail, which covered about half of my tail, she was contemplating shaving off my glorious furry tail, which was the envy of many a Golden owner. I've never said this, but many GR owners lurrrrve my fluffy tail. Look at the photo below, isn't it fluffy?

Squirrel tail!


However, shaving off the tail means it will take MONTHS to grow back, maybe even up to a year! So, when Aunty S told my M that she actually used clothes peg to pin my fur together so that it won't stick to the wound, my M hit on this brillant (or so she thinks, I personally feel that it's stupid) idea of tying the fur on my tail.

Look at the end product! I look so stupid! How can I ever hold my head high, or my tail high, with that kind of a fur-style on me!

And the worse thing is, I think they're gonna put the lampshade on me tomorrow coz it's a working day and there's no one at home to supervise me to make sure I don't chew on my wounds.

Oh well, at least the good thing about this is, Aunty S was quite sad that she did not notice my hotspots when I was under her care, so Aunty V said that she should feed me more as an apology. So I've been getting extra cuddles and snacks... tee hee hee...

Always look for the silver lining in the clouds.

It's party time!

Well, after spening a night on my own bed, I was back to stay at Scuba's house last night. Nah, my M and MM are not going away on another trip, it's just that they'll be busy the whole of today, and do you know what day is it today? It's the day that Scuba, Rafv and Chewie are gonna celebrate their birthday party together this evening at Sentosa!

There's lots of baking going on. Aunty V and Aunty S already made a batch of cookies and cake yesterday, and there's more today! I hope there'll be lots of rejects that I can eat first. It's a busy, busy day for me today coz I have to guard the kitchen.

I'll be following Scuba to Sentosa first coz my poor M had to work late and can only join us later. Finally, there'll be no one taking pictures of unglam me shaking water or being dragged into the sea.

I've got my presents prepared and I'm ready to party!

And.... we're back online!

My M and MM's finally back after a week away. Do I miss them? Sure I do! I was so happy to see them at the park yesterday, where they picked me up, but I don't understand why Tommy seems even more happy than me. He kept nudging himself between my M and me for a rubba as well.

Just some quick updates. My M said I've put on weight, and Aunty G agrees with her. Darn! I don't feel any fatter. I hope she doesn't put me on a diet. I'm now used to having countless snacks in between meals at Scuba's house.

There were NO presents for me!! They only managed to find 2 petshops, and they all sell stuff for itsy bitsy teeny weeny dogs. Everything seems to be XXXXS size compared to me. I bet they're so small even Joey might find it difficult to fit in. Don't Japanese love big dogs? Why aren't there stuff for big macho dogs like us? Aunty R loves Rafv, and she's jap. Must ask her to tell my M where to buy big dog stuff in Japan next time.

Anyway, life's back to routinely normal now, ie: no extra food. As much as I missed them, I hope they decide to go on another trip soon. I'm getting hungry....

Pause in transmission

There will be a pause in the regular updates of this blog.

Because my M and MM are going away on a holiday (which I'm not invited, humph!)

BUT, I'll be going to Aunty S's Fattening Camp (a.k.a. Scuba's house)

I'll be too busy harassing Aunty S to feed me to bother about writing my blog (Food's more important)

Let's see how much of my waist is left after one week. Hiak hiak hiak.

Am I a good dog?

Why do I ask this question? There's a chinese saying that goes '好狗不挡路', which literally means that a good dog does not block the path of others. My M has been repeating this phrase to me quite often these days, because, well, I happen to block a lot of things... a lot.

I have this habit of lying down right in the middle of the pavement, or path, to rest. And I don't curl myself up, I like to spread out, taking as much space as I can. I also like to sleep right in the middle of the sofa-bed (when I'm allowed access), thus squeezing my M and MM out of the way. I like to take up 2/3 of the entire car back seat. Many a times I've squeezed out humans, and even Jack (the grouchy dog) and Joey in the back seat. There was even once that Joey ended up on the floor of the car because there's no more space for him on the seat.

So, am I still a good dog?

Holiday!

My M and MM are going on a holiday next week, and I'll be staying with Scuba again! I love staying with Scuba, there's always lots of food, and now with Scuba on a strict diet, Aunty S has no one else to feed, but ME! MuahahAHAHAH! The last time my M and MM went on holiday, I put on weight at Scuba's house.

They'll be away for a week, and although I'll miss them, I hope they come back with presents for me. The last time they went to Europe, they bought me a Louis Vuitton Leash. Not that I'm complaining, but food might have been better.

That's a pic of me with the collar and leash. The reason I'm looking so disgruntled is because my M has been waving the food at me for the longest of time but does not allow me to eat it.

When can I stop posing for food?


Speaking of the leash, I overheard my M telling the aunties how she bought it. They were at the LV boutique in Florence, Italy and my M approached a sales staff to ask for 'dog collar and leash'. I guess it's not a commonly asked for item coz the staff appeared puzzled. And with my M not knowing how to speak italian, she used the universal language for dog. My M went 'erm... woof?'

Apparently the staff do not understand dog talk, coz she still appeared puzzled. Luckily for my quick thinking MM, he told my M to show the staff her handphone. My pictures are in the phone and when the staff saw a handsome picture of yours truly, she went 'Ahhh...'

So to cut a long story short, they came home with this:





Since this time they're going to Japan, Aunty G said that there's lots of petshops there, so maybe they can buy something for me. Aunty G also reminded my M that 'Inu' is 'Dog' in Japanese, so that she need not go 'woof woof' towards the sales staff.

Oh well, if all else fails, there's always my gorgeous photo.

WOOF!

I love baking!

Not me baking... but the humans. Coz hopefully I get to eat the 'rejects'. I was staying over at Scuba's house on Saturday and Aunty V and Aunty S were making dog cookies in preparation for Scuba's birthday. I don't know why they started so early when Scuba's birthday is only at the end of the month. Maybe it's just in case that the cookies don't turn out well and they can try again. But I'm not complaining, more baking means more food for me!

Me and Scuba were literally supervising the baking of the cookies, hanging around the kitchen to make sure that nothing goes wrong, and to make sure that the kitchen floor stays clean. Hygiene is extremely important in a kitchen, and we were ready to sweep up any dropped food.

Aunty V and Aunty S made alphabet cookies... and look at all the 'h' ... for herbie!

h is for herbie, handsome, hilarious, humble...


Of course there's more than h... I've got all the letters for my name!

Herbie!


All my friends got the sample of their names too. Come to think of it, I get the most, coz my name has 6 letters. Poor Jack and Joey, they only get 4 biscuits each! *sniggers*

I wonder if I can change my name to Herbielotsoflettersinmyname.... hmmm...

Nothing can come between us

I've a newfound partner, or rather, competitor, in my quest for food. Scuba has been putting on weight and Aunty S decided to put him on a strict diet, so he's like forever hungry now. He has now joined me more often in begging for food, mainly looking for every opportunity to go into the kitchen.

We have decided, nothing can come between us and food, not even balls bouncing on our heads.

Partners in crime



Speaking of which, can someone call the SPCA? We're getting abused here. I wonder who's the lousy cameraman, did not even manage to shoot the abuser in action as proof. By the way, what I meant as abuse, is not because a ball was thrown on our heads, it's because THAT ball was bounced on our head. That ball is Tommy's newest toy, and he's been holding it in his mouth, soaking it with his saliva the whole day. It's wet and icky, and it's being bounced on our heads... that in my opinion, is traumatic, and therefore constitutes as abuse.

Interview me!

I’ve been recently interviewed by this local pet website, www.petvalley.sg and the good news (at least for me) is that they’re gonna send me freebies, which includes food! I hope it’s not going to be kibbles coz I’m very sure my M will be donating the kibbles away, since I am ‘allergic’ to most, if not all brands of kibbles.

They are now offering free membership, and I think members can get discounts at certain online and offline pet stores. Check out their webbie for more details!

Hmm, I wonder if I will get commission for this. Some drumsticks would be nice…

Bony Day

It's a day for bones! Thanks to Aunty V who gave me 3 large bones. My M decided to give me one as she felt that my teeth were getting dirty. To thank Aunty V for the bones, I have recorded a clip on how to chew bones. This is for dogs like Scuba who are afraid of getting their paws dirty. Finger, or paw licking good food, like bones, or durians, have to be eaten with hands, or in our case, paws.

If you turn up the volume a little, you might even hear me crunching them.

The Art of Begging

I have recently attained a new level in the Art of Begging. It worked so well that even Aunty W, who seldom feed me from the table, could not resist it. I have decided to share my new found ability with my fellow friends.

Note: this tutorial is only suitable for large dogs. Small dogs will find difficulty in executing this move due to height constraints.

Step 1:
Sit next to intented target. For beginners, look for humans with weak will power, it usually works better.

Step 2:
Plonk your head down on their lap and look up at them with big adoring eyes. It helps that my head level is just right at the human's thigh level when they are seated. Do not pant, smile or drool. Just look at them and make your eyes as big as possible. Dogs like Scuba with beady eyes can skip the last step. If possible, squeeze out a few tears.

Step 3:
Wait for humans to feed you.

This is what you should look like.

Please, can you feed me?


Aunty W, on seeing this look on me the other day, made this comment, "This kind of face cannot don't feed leh."

Mission accomplished.

My M has started to call this my Ultimate Begging Look.

With Aunty W defeated, next on the list would be Aunty G. I think the day that I can make her feed me from the table, would be the day I attain nirvana. I shall have to think very hard on how to attain the next level of begging.

I love durians!

The humans had a durian session last night. Silly Tommy turned his nose up at such a wonderful fruit. He don't know what he's missing. Me? I was busy grabbing all the pieces that I can. Look at me frantically trying to lick everything off.

Yummy yummy

Menage A Trois?

Strangely, Tommy has recently rekindled his excitement over me. He keeps trying to ask me to play, to the extent that he would even skip his dinner. Why would I say that? Well, when my M was dog sitting Tommy the other day, she tried to feed him his dinner. To keep ME away from HIS dinner, my M kept me out of my own kitchen. Anyway Tommy was not interested in his dinner at all, he kept pacing up and down trying to get out and play with me. What a silly dog, to give up dinner. I, for one, would NEVER do that.

Anyway, I digress. The point of this post is about my visit to Aunty V's house last night. Aunty V was dogsitting Tommy when I went over. And strangely, Scuba has taken a liking to Tommy. As soon as I came in, Tommy made a beeline for me, and Scuba made a beeline for him. So there we were, 3 dogs, in a hump.... literally.

That would be 50kg on me


The humans thought it was so funny that they were trying to take pictures instead of grabbing those 2 heavyweights off my breaking back. And to make sure that they get the picture from all angles, they even made Tommy and Scuba re-enact the humping scene. Perverted humans!

Now, how about from this angle?


I think I need to see a physiotherapist... or a chiropracter.... or sinseh.... or...

Raja Udang?

Something was not quite right when my M and MM came home yesterday. Instead of the usualy head scratch, jumping up and rubba rubba, all I got was a customary pat on the head. Could they still be unhappy with my diarrhoea episode? After patting me, both of them rushed straight to the fish tank.

What's so interesting about the fish tank? The fishes only swim everyday. And after eavesdropping on their conversation, I realised, that the prawns have given birth and there's lots of tiny prawns in the tank, which the fishes are happily gobbling up. My M was even asking my MM if there's a way to save the baby prawns. And they also realised that there are a lot of prawns with eggs in them (my M just bought a lot of prawns to add to the tank).

Oh darn! I can imagine that they will be looking out for baby prawns for the next few days. Will my position as the favourite pet in the house be ursurped by some prawns!? Will I have to bow to them next time? Oh dear!

Maybe I should think positive thoughts. With so many prawns, maybe some will end up being my dinner. Yeah... that's a better idea. My own dinner farm, right in the house. Now shall I have it as tempura or drunken?

Not for the faint hearted

Warning..... this post is graphically disturbing. Do not continue if you have a queasy tummy.

I repeat, do not continue if you have a queasy tummy.





I have a welcoming gift for my M and MM when they came home from work yesterday. Not that I can help giving it to them. It must have been something I ate, not too sure what. I've got diarrhoea again. And there's no papers (as usual). And since so many were asking for photo evidence the last time I had a tummy ache, my MM decided to oblige you all by posting up a picture of a very sorry me and my 'gift'.

I'm sooooo sorry


I put on my sorriest (is there such a word) look once my M and MM came back and slunk down so low, looking sorrowful, hoping that they won't scold me. Well, at least this time there was less spatter on the wall. Erm... if that's any consolation.

Aunty G was saying that luckily I didn't do it on the carpet, coz according to her, Jack likes to have his diarrhoea on a carpet. Must be some kind of fetish.

To play safe, my M has spread newspapers in the kitchen today before she went to work. I hope my tummy gets better. I only got 2 biscuits this morning because of my weak tummy.

New portfolio

A new portfolio has just been added to my job description. Besides being the resident garbage bin (a job I totally love!), I am now the official foot rest as well.

My MM has recently found that I make a very good footrest, so good that last night, he had to drag me from where I resting to right under his feet just so that he can put his feet up. Although I wasn't too ecstatic with the new job, but at least I'm glad that my MM doesn't have stinky feet.

I wonder, with the new job, will there be a pay (read: food) increment?

*sniff sniff*

Just to let you guys know that I'm still alive. My M's been having the sniffles the whole weekend, so there's nothing interesting going on for me as well. As you guys know, my social life is entirely dependant on her. Sigh...

Spent the last 2 days sleeping. Well, at least I got to sleep on the sofa bed with her today. And I had half the bed coz my MM was not in. My M complains that I take up too much space on the sofabed, and three is a crowd. I can't help it if you guys bought such a small bed. Imagine, it's already so crowded with three, what would happen when the puppy comes along? Let me tell you, I'm not gonna sleep on the floor so that the puppy can be on the bed.

My bed.... MINE!

Supersonic Nose

The humans have recently started saying that I have supersonic nose, on top of my perfect hearing.

What happened was that I was following Aunty HS around very closely at the park the other day, and kept sitting in front of her coz I was so sure she was hiding some food in her pocket. However, Aunty HS kept trying to lie to me that she's got no food. But would I be deterred by mere words? NoooooOOooo.... I persevered and kept following. Until she had no choice but to empty her pockets just to let me see there's no food. But still, nothing escape my nose. I KNOW there's food somewhere and I continued following her. Aunty HS was saying that I've become a stalker.

Well, my M asked her if she used to keep some food in that pocket, but Aunty HS can't remember. She tried digging her pockets again and viola! Stuck in the very smallest crevice of her pocket was..... ta dah.... a 0.5x0.5cm piece of treat!

Aunty HS and the rest of the humans were so amazed that I could actually sniff out that small piece of food. When Sugar saw Aunty HS holding it, I think she wanted the treat as well, but luckily Aunty HS said that I should have it since I discovered it.

Once again, this proves that when it comes to food, I leave no stone... I mean pocket unturned.

I 'nose' there's food here somewhere!


On a side note, when the humans regaled Aunty HS with the story of my perfect hearing, Aunty HS suddenly remembered that she herself had witnessed my very good hearing at Chili's birthday, the details which were recounted here.

Get well soon, Joey

Right as I type now, Joey is recovering from his surgery. He's got a split molar and the tooth got to be extracted. Ouch! I wonder if that meant no hard food for the next few days.

Poor Joey, so young (younger than me at least) and already losing his teeth. Hmm... I wonder if I will get to eat his bones since now he's one tooth less to chew. Get well soon Joey! And let me know if you need help with your food. I've still got all my teeth intact, I can help you to, erm, you know.... chew them into small bite size pieces so that it's easier for you to eat them. I promise not to accidentally swallow your dinner... erm... cross my paws.

Purrrfect hearing

Aunty W was marvelling at my very good hearing last night. Well, she was training Tommy at the other end of the field, far far away, and was using treats. Silly Aunty W, she must have thought that I won't know if she goes far away, but unknown to her, I have supersonic ears when it comes to food. I can even hear a crisp bag open a mile away.

Needless to say, I bounded towards her immediately when I hear food. Some of my M's friends actually expressed surprise that I run, coz I'm quite laid back everytime they see me. To set the record straight, yes I do run, very quickly, when food is concerned.

Is there food right ahead?!


I think I have better hearing than cats. Or, are cats supposed to have good hearing?

Better than me? Phish!


Well, at least good hearing goes to show I'm not getting that old yet.

For adoption!

No no... not me. Although I knew you wish I was up for adoption. My M's helping to spread the news of these 2 lovely dogs who are looking for a forever home. They may not be purebred, but they'll be as loyal and faithful as any purebred dog. They may not be young, but hey, you can still teach an old dog new tricks! I was adopted when I was 3 anyway, and look at me now, turning around in circles for food!

So if anyone has in their big hearts to adopt these lovely dogs (please note they may not be HDB approved size), please call 97615787 for viewing or info.

Saved by Tommy

No, not us being saved by Tommy, but the humans. Seeing how often Tommy logs onto the PC, I guess his story would never be told if I did not do it for him.

On Sunday night, all the humans went for dinner and a late KTV, and me and Tommy spent the evening with Scuba. Well, Aunty S went to bed and by the time our owners and Aunty V came back to pick us up, it was about 1am in the morning. Unfortunately, Aunty V just changed the lock to her door, and forgot to put the new key in her keyring.

So there were the humans, outside the door, and us dogs, inside the door. Scuba was fast asleep by then, as was Aunty S, so she could not hear the doorbell or the phone ring. The humans hit onto the bright idea of asking Tommy to speak. So through the wooden door, we could hear them whisper 'Tommy, speak!'. Of course, Tommy obliged by barking. But there was no noise from Aunty S's room. The humans were just thinking maybe if they give the command 'Tommy, go to Aunty S's room and speak', Tommy might really do so.

Luckily, by then Aunty S had woken up and opened the door for the humans, and we were reunited with our owners. The humans all praised Tommy and said maybe next time they can teach him to call individual humans.

Well, you may be thinking what was I doing then? I was at the side looking on, I mean, since Tommy is so eager to do the job, no point me making so much noise as well right. However, my M doesn't think too highly of me. She said that if I was the only dog in there, we'll never get into the house. Well, it's not my fault if you can't hear my whines.

Let's go to the Beach!

We had another outing to the beach yesterday morning, and it was such a hot, hot day! Even non-water dogs like me and Jack voluntarily went to the water to wet our bums to keep cool. Unfortunately, my M did not manage to grab a pic of Jack getting his butt soaked, coz he did it before we arrived. By the time we reached the beach, Jack is back to his usual pose, which is to sit on the sand with a stern look. Well, I guess a big boss does have to keep up appearances. No use letting us see his non-glamourous, wet bum look.

Buzz off!


With the last few evenings raining heavily, it was a good day for us dogs to be out, and even Chili and Sugar made a rare appearance! Don't they look like some advertisement couple running side by side?

Sugar: I wonder if there's any chance some movie director will be here


I didn't know it, but Chili was afraid of swimming as well. Like me, he'll only voluntarily wade up to chest deep water.

It's chest deep already, not going any further!


Sugar, on the other hand, was enjoying her swim. She's one fearless dog, I tell you.

I'm not scared of water!


Unlikes Scuba, who simply hates swimming. He was looking towards the beach in apprehension even as the humans were having breakfast by the beach. Scuba will scramble off once he reaches land after his forced swim. What a disgrace to his name. Scuba, you're supposed to love water for god's sake! You're Scuba, as in diving.... geddit? You're not supposed to have this perpetual panic stricken look everytime you're in water!

Help! Where is land??????


As for me, although I do not like swimming as well, I still manage to maintain a dignified, if not resigned look.

Being carried out to the execution ground... note the dignified look... SIGH!


Aunty S was having a whale of a time carrying me out to the sea to swim. I lost count of the number of trips I had to make back to shore.

Slowly paddling my way back


And you can see how glad I am to be standing on my feet again.

Ahhh.... land!


I was even made to try out Scuba's life jacket and forced to swim even more! I look like a handbag with that life jacket, and Aunty S found it so much easier to drag me into the water with the very convenient handle.

Arghh... sun in my eyes!


Unlike the water dogs Joey and Tommy, who are actually HAPPY to be in water.

Anyone wanna join me for a swim? Anyone? Anyone?


And Joey is always going after his ball. I don't know why my M bother to take his picture. It's always him with a ball in the mouth. I tell her, just use any of the old photos and Joey won't even be able to tell the difference.

Same dog, same pose, same ball.. just a different day


Speaking of pictures, I don't know why my M likes to take such unflattering shots of us shaking water off. All those loose lips and big floppy ears captured on the camera! Totally unglam! She said it's because we looked so funny. Those humans, having their jokes on our expense! Humph!

I think Tommy needs a lip tuck


Look at me, swinging my fur. Some shampoo ad huh?


And Tommy was definitely having lots of fun frolicking in the sand and running up and down the beach. He was alternating between soaking in the water and having his back scratch on the sand.

Itchy itch itch


I can do a better running pose than Chili and Sugar


It was a very tiring morning, after the beach we had to endure a bath. Scuba slept immediately during the ride home, and I heard Tommy had a power nap in the afternoon as well.

I was so tired that I cuddled up to my M and MM while they took their afternoon nap on the sofa bed. My M complained that I took up too much space on the bed and she had a hard time finding a spot to sleep. Well, you can't blame a tired dog, afterall, they were the ones who forced me to swim!