Red Nosed Doggie!

(to the tune of Rudolph!)

Helios the red nosed doggie
Had a very bloody nose
And if you ever saw it
You would even say it's gross
All of the other humans
Used to laugh and call him names
They would say poor thing Helios
You're such a silly boy

The humans have been tsk-tsking at me recently, saying that I'm a silly boy. It all started when my MM bought a new car. It's now a 7-seater, but my MM converted the last row into a flat area for me so now I have a whole 1/3 of the car to myself! I no longer have to share the back seat with my baby sister!

Look how much space I have now!


Our new car came last week, and to go with the new car, there was a new doggie car seat cover which MM's sister gave us. And since the new doggie car seat cover does not have my scent, the most natural thing for me to do is to rub my face in the cover.

Unfortunately, the cover came with a zip and I rubbed my nose too hard on the metal zip that I rubbed my nose raw. My M thought that I would stop rubbing it in since my nose is already raw but I proved to her that I determined to get my smell on it at all costs, so I continued rubbing my face in the next day as well. My M was surprised at the splotches of blood on the brand new car seat cover and also at my high threshold of pain. In the end, she decided to flip the cover on its underside so I won't be able to get the zip.

The culprit


So now we just have to wait for my nose to heal.

My poor nose


(M: The nose is taking some time to heal because Helios is STILL rubbing his face in the cover and with his nose already raw, the wound gets 'refreshed' everytime he rubs his face, even though he's now rubbing on cloth instead of zip. And he always does it when everyone is already strapped at the front of the car and no one can get him to stop him. Maybe he will have to be banned from car rides until his nose heals :P)


Oh no! I hope my M is not seriously thinking of banning me from car rides!
(On a side note, my M was hinting to my MM that now that we have so much space at the back and there's only one dog, we should fully utilise the extra space. I wonder what that means...)

I'm sor-wie....

I did a very bad thing the other day. Although I knew I wasn't supposed to do it and it wasn't really an emergency, I went ahead and did it.

I pooped at home.

I'm outside trained, so there's no papers at home for me to do my business, so unless I'm having a stomach upset, I won't poop at home. But those 2 days, I kept distracted by the cats when I went for my toilet break that I forgot to poop. I was so busy trying to get them to play that I just went for a quick pee and went to look for the kitty cats.

So on day 3, I decided I had to go... at home. And my M was angwee with me when she came home and saw the non-diarrhoea poop. I wonder if it might have been better if it's diarhoea poop? (M: Of course not! Poop at home is no good, doesn't matter if you're having a tummy upset or not. But at least there's no scolding if it's truly a tummy upset)

Look how sor-wie I am. I tried to give her my ball as a token of apology but I don't think she really wanted it.



I blame the cats.

Where's my dog run?

I went to my weekly weekend dog run last sunday and to my horror, this is what I saw!

Do you notice anything strange about the picture below? Make a guess...














My dog run is fenceless! I had to sniff both sides of the poles to make sure my eyes were not playing tricks on me. Oh the horror! Where am I supposed to find my friends? What will happen to my social life in future!

I was about to get ready to collaspe from apoplexy when my M reassured me that the dog run will be back. Apparently there's a huge upgrading of the whole park and the dog run is slated to be moved a short distance away. The workers had to remove the fences to put it at the new run.

If you see the picture below, the new dog run will be right behind the white fencing.


I was so relieved that my dog run will still be here. It seems that the new run is supposed to be ready by the end of this week. I hope that the workers will be done with it soon. I'm missing my friends already!

Play with me!

Anyone can tell me how to make Pepper play with me? He ignores me even as I prance about, sniff him or whine. He even hisses at me! But that didn't stop me from trying.

Sorry for the bad light, but we were in a corner of the room and there wasn't much light.


Even Scuba couldn't give me any help. So, any bright ideas?

Comic

Daydreams, interrupted.

What goes around...

... comes around.

Hey guys, I'm back with a guest post! Remember a long, long time ago, I once complained that with the arrival of my baby brother Helios (now a big boy helios), I've become at the bottom of the pecking order?



Well, it turns out that there is something called 'retribution'. Or maybe not such a serious word. Comeuppance? Just desserts? (although I cannot imagine desserts being a bad thing)

It seems that my baby brother helios is now... right at the bottom of the pecking order!



Now he will fully understand what I was feeling as he crushed over me, disturbed my sleep and basically being a pain in the bottom (bottom... bottom of the pecking order.. geddit? Geddit??)

Sorry, I guess being dead doesn't stop me from being corny, or punny.

As an angel, I think I'm in the best position to warn you, be good to others, or else....

I'll make sure you'll be at the bottom too

I want to go toooooo

This is what happens almost every weekday morning. Everyone will go out and leave me alone at home. Even my baby sister gets to go out and she likes to rub it in (literally and figuratively) on me too!



My baby sister will sometimes come and hug me goodbye they leave the house on her own accord. of course sometimes she also follows the hug with a 'Helios, cannot go!' or 'Helios, stay at home!' which is not exactly the words I wanted to hear.

Why can't I go wherever they are going too?

Of cars and food

This is a post not about me at all. In fact, I'm not even featured in this post. But Scuba is too lazy to post so he asked me to and as his good friend, of course I obliged.

Look what has he got!


His very own car!! His Uncle in Hong Kong bought this license plate especially for him!

I'm jealous. I want a car named Helios too. But too bad license plates in Singapore doesn't allow us to have novelty names like that and my M is too poor to buy a car in Hong Kong so that I can have my name on it.

(M: Excuse me, who is going to drive that car in Hong Kong when ALL of us are living here?)

Well, if it's any consolation, at least Scuba'll never get to sit in it, unless he can fly to Hong Kong, he can only admire his car thru pictures. And I don't think Aunty V will fly Scuba to Hong Kong just to sit on Scuba the car since there's the matter of quarantine and stuff.

On another note, here's Joey looking intently at my baby sister's food. Life can be so unfair for us dogs. Why does she get to eat everytime she begs but we get ignored?

Tolerance

My baby sister likes to disturb me.... a lot. But I'm a good boy, so I usually try to tolerate or ignore her. Look how I'm being bullied at home!

First, she likes to climb all over me...


And my M is so busy filming that she won't even save me when I'm staring at her with pleading eyes.

Then, she won't let me eat in peace...


This is already on a good day. Sometimes she stares at me when I'm trying to eat and try to poke my dinner. Or she'll be banging the pots and pans when I'm trying to eat.

And to think some people say the dog is a dangerous animal around kids. I think it should be the other way around!

Uprooting?

I found this really nice and big stick the other day and try as I might (and I'm a strong boy!), I can't seem to pick it up.



Anyone has any idea how I can get that stick?

New dog in da house!

I think the training of my baby sister is moving on very well.

Finally learnt the art of fetching


See! After fetching the toy, she will lie on it and cover it with her scent. Although if it was me, I'd be rolling over the toy instead of just lying on it. And I don't know why she has to keep count before getting up.

In fact, I think she makes a very good pup and she has me to thank for being a good teacher. Or maybe I shouldn't teach her too well because the humans seem to be stopping me from snatching... I mean fetching with her. I thought all toys thrown should be fair game?

My mum thinks she has inherited some of my silliness. I don't think she got silliness from me, since I'm not silly. I'm not, right? *worried*

silly girl


All dogs should hate lampshades, but I don't know why she's having so much fun with Scuba's lampshade. I think I better have a good talk with her to straighten out the dos and don'ts of being a dog.

Save who??

When my baby sister gets punished, she will usually cry out for someone other than the punisher (usually my M, the punisher I mean, not the savior) to save her.

Well, she was punished again a few days ago and made to sit in the corner and she must have been really desperate, coz she starting calling out for me to save her. ME? Save her against my M??! She must be getting desperate.



She kept crying out 'Helios there...' at least I hope that meant 'Helios are you there to save me' and not 'Helios, there is the culprit!'

And as you can see.... I did try! I really did! I tried by trying to distract my M with my ball and pleaing with my big innocent eyes.

I don't think it worked too well tho...

Last dog standing

I don't know if it's a color thing, but it seems that I'm always almost the last dog standing.



Maybe something about being white makes them more easily tired?

It can be boring being the only one with energy left!

Murder, I wrote

I had a horrifying experience last Sunday. I almost witnessed a murder.

The day started out quite normally, taking my usual Sunday morning bath. After my bath, just as my M was planning to take me to my usual Sunday morning park, she opened the door and was greeted by a storm. Having no choice, we had to play fetch in the corridor so that I can run myself drier.

Everything was going on well, I was happily playing ball, when my M suddenly tried to murder..... my ball.

I don't know how, but she threw it down into the street from our flat and even managed to make it look like an accident.

I looked down and saw....



.... lying on the street, wet and afraid.

Then something worse happened! Having escaped being flattened on the ground after a fall from great height, my poor ball almost died again!

Don't run over my ball!


I think my poor ball should start counting his lucky stars that he escaped from the jaws of death twice in a morning.



Once the rain lightened up, I hurried my M to save my poor, traumatised ball. I'm glad to see that it's still in one piece.

I think I have to pawtect my poor ball from my clumsy M.

I'm soooo glad you're back!


But if I don't let her hold the ball, how do I get her to throw it for me to fetch? What a dilemma!

It's been a loooong time...

... since I last went to the beach. The last time I was there, my baby sister was still crawling. Now she's a little walking terror.

I was soooo happy to be finally back on the beach that I was running for joy.

The sun.. the sea... the sand!!


Too bad Scuba couldn't come coz his mum was sick, but then again, he wouldn't have enjoyed swimming anyway. And Tommy couldn't come coz his pawrents went to a wedding pawty the night before and couldn't wake up in time. I'm sure Tommy will be quite peeved with them if he found out we went swimming.

Did I mention we went swimming?




And I'm sure Tommy will be disappointed to know that we were frollicking in the sand...

Don't tell Tommy we were playing in the sand, ok?


Did I say anything about sand?


Anyway, if Tommy were to ever ask how was our weekend, I'm sure we could get Jack to tell him that it was bad.

Bah! Being stuck at the beach is a lousy start to the day!


Even my baby sister wasn't really enjoying herself at first. She didn't like walking on the sand and was afraid of the waves.



So we had 2 grouches on the beach...


So I decided to have a good talk with her...


And showed how how much fun the beach can be!




Which maybe I shouldn't have, coz she found her own way of having fun at the beach...

Water me!


Test, test...Is Helios wet enough?


Nope... needs more water


And some on the head too...


Can you see the resigned look on my face? Oh well... as long as it makes her happy. But Joey was smart enough to get away from her.

Gonna just get my ball and get out of the way before I get watered too


But he only stayed away until there was food...


I think my baby sister has mastered the art of begging, as evident by the fact that she's the only one among the 3 who got to eat after begging. And she got the food from Aunty G, who is well known for being able to resist doggie begs.

I wonder if my Big Brother Herbie has somehow secretly imparted the most important lesson in the art of begging to my baby sister. How else can you explain why she succeeded when everyone else have failed?

As for me, I'm just happy to be back on the beach, food or no food.


I do hope we get to go back again soon. And remember, if Tommy ever asks, we were NEVER at the beach!

Where I sleep...

Can you see me?



I found out that under my baby sister's cot is a cozy den just right for sleeping!



Although sometimes I do knock my head on the underside of the bed when I try to rush out. My M says she hopes I don't get any sillier from all the knockings. I thought I'm a smart boi?

What's faster than a speeding bullet....

It's Helios!

My M was out of town for a working trip for 4 days and I bunked in with Scuba when she wasn't around. Boy, was I glad when my family finally came to pick me up!



My M always called me her 'One-dog welcoming party'. I'm sorry you only get to see my butt in most of the video. I think I was moving too fast for my M to video so she just decided to focus on one spot and waited til I zoom into view.

I hope she felt that I gave a warm enough welcome... I was zooming for almost 5 minutes!

Disturbia

Just a typical day showing how my baby sister and I like to disturb each other.

She doesn't like being licked on the face, and I don't really like being scrunched in the face. So we see who gives up first.




I win this round!

Waiting....

... for my early morning rubba....



a.k.a morning wake up call... at the same time my tail would be thumping against the bed and the baby cot, enough to make my M stop lazing on the bed.

(M: Luckily, like Herbie, Helios doesn't wake me up from my sleep. He'll only do this when he knows that I'm actually awake but still lazing in bed.)

Happy Mother's Day!

It's the time of the year where we celebrate all mothers and since my mum is far away in Oz, I will celebrate the day with my baby sister and my M.

And it just so happens that my baby sister's new childcare centre was organising a mothers' day celebration right next to my regular dog run yesterday morning! So right after my weekly run at the park, we popped over the fence (almost literally!)to join the kids pawty.

See the dog run?


The dogs were all on the other side so you can't see any of them in the above picture.

Anyway, I was quite the star at the pawty and a lot of kids came up to touch me ot take peektures with me. I even managed to get myself a full body massage!

A little to the right please!


And then there was food! I was kinda hoping that once again, my baby sister will share her yummies with me.

Helios: Do I get a bite?
Sherylyn: Do I want to give Helios a bite?


I thought my wish would be answered when my M told my baby sister to 'Go and sit WITH Helios'.

Which is what I thought she would do...



But apparently my baby sister didn't want to get her pants dirty so she quietly did this instead...



Not only was she not sharing her yummies with me, she's sitting ON me and EATING her yummies!



I think she's still not very good with her vocab, since she can mistake 'sit WITH Helios' with 'sit ON Helios'.

I hope this new childcare teach her better english next time. The important words being 'give', 'share' and 'offer', best used before the word 'Helios'.

Anyway, here's wishing all mums a Happy Mother's Day! (including my mum in OZ!)