Rafv, here's another bowl from Harry Barker. Nice rite? I think this 'artist' choose JRT cos they are cuter than huskies, retrievers, bull terriers! (hiak hiak hiak)
*rolling on floor laughing*
Oops.. sorry, blue text are meant for JRTs to read only.
Can I still have the bowl for Xmas?
I promised to share chix necks with all of you.
(Herbie & Tommy already tried and they loved it)
Herbie and Rafv already posted their Xmas wish list. I think I should get down to it too.
My wish list: 
1. Harry Barker Bowl (Large Size)
2. Small spikey SOFT ball (red or yellow color)
If you can't find any of the above, you may deposit money into my account 062-12xxx-xx (for security reasons, please approach HC for full complete account
number).
My bro's wish list:
1. Small spikey Soft ball (red or yellow) hiak hiak
Oh yeah, please do not give me commercial treats as my HC will end up giving it away......
And no soft toys please, as HC already bought alot from Petedge for me (yeah.. only me.. silly bro dun get any at all!)
P.S. Happy news, HC ordered a custom made beds for us as a Xmas presents (besides the Petedge toys). Can't wait to sleep on the 6inch thick bed!
Sigh....we (the dogs) were all tortured two nites ago.
Auntie S invited us to her place for a mini photo shot to try her new studio lights. Herbie had already warned me that it will be a torturous session as he was made to wear some antler costume and sat on this table and had blinding lights for a long time.
Anyway.. we had absolutely no say in whereto go, and whether we want to or not, as we were dragged by THE leash.
True enough, it was horrible. HC was making us sit on this low table with the cheapo (FREE) SQ cloth (also Herbie's night rug). Than she scolded us if we even move an inch. Not only there, we had to endure change of clothes and collars. HC actually bought some new toys to act as props, but greedy Tommy took it away to play with it. He even get to ta-bao a toy bunny home cos HC said the bunny is soaked with his saliva. That must be his evil plan!
But the effect was really good. My pictures not as nice as Tommy's and Herbie's as they had an angelic and smiley face. Maybe they were secretly gloating that HC was scolding us... humph!
Still waiting for Auntie S to edit more pictures. I think there is a group picture too. WIll post once it is edited.
That's me in my burberry suit
My bro and me
Both of us looking scared cos HC scolding us
All of you know my brother, Jack right? Well, for the record, we are not related other than the fact that we were both adopted by HC. Totally no blood relation, and I just wish ignorant people would stop asking if we are 'TWINS'.. no such thing.
Anyway, most of you know my brother 'type'. He will growl at the slightest litle thing. And HC will always explained that it was becuase he was abandoned. To me, that is a load of crap.... stupid, bad tempered, old man!
Why I am so angry today? Well, I have had it with him! Last night, as usual we were carried up HC's bed to sleep (ok, I jumped up, not so manja like him that wants to be carried). Usually, I will sleep on top of bed, and he on the bottom of bed, on a separate quilt cover as HC thinks we are too dirty to share the same bedsheet as her. That stupid Jack instead of going over his designated position, he came over to my pillow and growled at me. I have not choice but to shift my head away to make space for him. Yet, he continue to growl and growl, expecting me to get out. I ignored and pretend I am dead. He was so noisy until HC shouted at him to keep quiet and sleep.
Here's evidence of his selfishness. Look how I pretend to be dead, yet he lay there and continue growling. I wish I had a video to tape it down.
I had been a bad boy recently.... wonder if I will still get Xmas presents from Santa this year... sob sob
Episode 1
It was a boring day for me. HC went to work, and I slept the afternoon away. Didnt even wake up to pee in the afternoon. Than, HC came back and fed us dinner, and added alot of water to the meat, which we drank all the water as it was really tasty. Than, I decided not to pee as I knew HC was gonna bring us to the park. (HC also never remind me).
On the way to the park, HC took a detour and went to the car wash as the weather was great. The attendants took so bloody long, and I tried to hold my pee but couldnt..... end up I pee in the car! HC was so angry that she scolded me...
That's me trying to look pitiful so that HC dont scold me for so long (it's almost 715p.m... I wanna go park and play.. dont waste time scolding me)
Episode 2
It was late.. about 10p.m. when I reached home after HC had her fantastic dinner with her friends (yawn..). Immediately upon reaching home, HC showered us. Usually, she will remind me to pee after the shower, but today she forgot! I happily went to sleep. After half hour, I couldnt control my bladder.. and wetted the bed! HC was so mad at me again! This time, I got whacked on my muzzle and backside. Ouch....Episode 3
Two days after episode 2, HC was cleaning the house. As usual, she took away my papers (aka toilet) to vacuum and mop. Unfortunately, the floor wasnt dried and HC didnt put the papers back. An hour later, I again decided (bad decision) that I couldnt control my bladder and pee on the bedroom floor BEHIND HC (bad choice!). She didnt realised, and stepped on the pee.Wah lau.. this time the punishment was major. She whacked my bum sooooo many times, scolded me for being a bad dog, and make me sit in a corner by the main door for 20 mins!!!! She mumbled to herself "Stupid dog... if you pee on the area where the newspaper used to be.. I wouldn't have scolded you. How dare you pee behind me in the bedroom!"
Me being punished, sitting here for 20 mins!!!
Oh dear.. it has been raining since last night. Wonder if the sun will come out later today, if not HC may not wanna bring me to the park!
I miss the park, didnt go yesterday as well as it was raining cats and dogs. In the end, went to Herbie's home as the humans decided to have dinner together. I was so ecstatic when my HC brought a whole new packet of Kangaroo treats to his place. And, I tell u... I am the most greedy as I am the first to finish my share. Even Herbie the greedy one is slower than me.
oh... I think Tommy's daddy and mummy are going to scold me for being a bad influence. Ever since Tommy stayed over at my place for 2 weeks in October, he has learnt how to bark when he wants something. Yesterday, I have heard him bark for the door to be opened and when he wants more treats.. hehe
That's me on the pile of newspaper (aka my toilet papers). In this picture, I am sitting on the papers to stare at HC eating her yummy yong tau foo.
Both me and my bro are paper trained as HC is too lazy to bring us down to pee/poo. But HC is complaining that I pee and poo too often (hehe). HC is known as the Garang Guni woman as she is always taking papers from friends and office. So anyone who has papers please give it to her. if not she will nagged and nagged at me for soiling it too often....
Sunday morning.... HC, bro & I in the car, cruising along an almost empty street, with my fave love songs (yes.. i do know what is love, okayyyy...). My bro, as usual was sleeping away on the back seat, and I was standing on the back seat cover, with my arms over the cover, and my head was beside my HC who is driving. I love this position, as I can see where we are going, sometimes, I can pretend that I am the one driving instead..
oops... i do have a habit of side tracking... back to this morning.
We were cruising along at 60km on a 3 lane street. No other car was beside us. From far, we saw this old man walking slowly towards the centre divider. The traffic light was just metres away, but he didnt use it. Based on our estimation (my HC got 11 years of driving experience ok, and only caught speeding once in Australia), the old man could safely reach the centre divider without us having to slow down. But my HC, forever, such a sweet lady, readied her feet on the brake pedal "just in case".
We saw the old man purposely slow down.. and started waving and shouting at us madly. When we passed him (we on middle lane)... he was already on 3rd lane... but he actually stopped and scolded us...'chia kia ban ban la.... " (car drive slowly la). We were so shocked, and just stared at him. If he is not an old man, I am sure my HC will stopped the car, wind down window and scold him.
WHAT THE F###????? This is not a pedestrian crossing, and u expect us to stop the car for you? anyway.... at our speed, it is unlikely for us to hit you if u continue at your slow pace.
you mad or what? shout at us??? KNN.....chao ah pek...
That's me in the car.
I used to have a good friend - Teddy. He is a handsome, big-boned, cream coloured GR. We used to play tug with my ball, which I usually win. (ok... dun underestimate my size... I have strong jaws ok! and some say frogs leg cos of my muscles. But that's another story). Anyway, back to Teddy, we used to play so often, that the ball usually broke to pieces with our tugging. Both my HC and Teddy's mum have to go buy new ones. Teddy's mum a bit more cheapo... she gave us old ones which her human kids dun want. Sorry... but i dun like them too. I prefer the ones my HC bought.
Anyway... sometime last year.. Teddy started to reach adolescent, and starts to be domineering. He will go sniff bitches and want to hump them, and pick fights with male dogs.
One day, there were no bitches or domineering male in the park, and he decided to come back to play tug with me. As usual, we pulled and tug, each refusing to let go. But somehow, Teddy's mood change when I refused to release the ball. He growled and tried to bite me. Luckily, I was near my HC's chair and hid underneath. My HC got so angry, she grab Teddy by the neck and started whacking his head... hiak hiak hiak....
After that, I no longer want to play with Teddy and in fact hated him. I will growl and showed teeth when he is near, throw the ball near to him, and walked away. Somtimes i will even chase him, barking and growling. But my HC always recall me back, and of course, being the good boy that I am (a-hem), I listened la!
Anyway.. the point of my title "Farewell" is because Teddy is banned from the park. He had been fighting so regularly with other dogs at the park, even with our regular Paikia - Tommy, and Mafia - Rafv. He also badly wounded two HUMANS (OMG!!) during two separate dog fights. One male human had to take MC the next day. The other Human is Tommy's Mummy. Poor Lady got bruised palm for weeks!
I tried to count all the dogs that he fought with using my four paws... but still my toes on my paws, including my dew claws also not enough to use to count. So one word - COUNTLESS.
Anyway... i heard a few months ago, he fought with a pair of ShaiPei. And the male Sharpei was badly wounded and Teddy's daddy had to grudgingly paid the medical. And on the Saturday morning before deepavali, Teddy bite the female shaipei (same owner of male SP)! The poor bitch got 14 wound holes! OMG. he is practically 'chomping' on her.
So now.. our dear Mrs. V said Teddy will be banned and need a re-test. I doubt he will pass. If I am the tester, I will sure fail him one. I hope I dun ever see him again. But my HC said not Teddy's fault... it is the Daddy and mummy not controlling him enough. So is that why my HC keep controlling my every movement?
OK... here's a mugshot of teddy ... hehehehehheheheee
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P.S. The artwork done by Herbie, the silent killer / humping preferred partner.
oh... $%@*&@
HC sent my bro to have a shot to lubricate his joints (useless grouchy old man), and had me checked by the Vet as well as she was concerned that my weight loss could be something more serious (nah....)
Stupid vet... touched me all over, told HC not to feed me BARF as commercial diet is complete and nutrition (kiss my ass.... u mean preservatives and all those low quality kibbles are better than fresh meat??)
Than, the vet decided to measure my temperature TWICE through my anus... ouch.... why can't he use the thermometer under my armpit or tongue? It is bad enough to do it once.. but why TWICE? stupid vet cannot read thermometer is it??? grrrrr.....
Than, more bad news.... vet said that if I still didnt put on weight despite bigger intake of food, he will have to "cut me up" to biopsy. What the hell is biopsy?? Need to cut me up??? grrrrrrrr.....
ok.. i better dun secretly exercise when no one's around. Better eat and sleep more.. must gain weight.. MUST.... grrrrrrrrrrrr....
Everyone around me keep exclaiming... wau.. so skinny, what happened? My HC and me are getting so sick of hearing it all the time. I swear I will bite the fellow's butt/balls/breasts if he/she ever ask again...
ok, for the record (I shall not repeat else I will bite), I was put on a diet because of the agility competition in June 2005. Weight loss was not noticeable then. Beginning in August, I stopped going to the 'day-care' place where I was secretly fed bread, biscuits, bananas and all sorts of nonsense. It was then that my HC was horrified to see my ribs showing, and my weight went down from a healthy 6.5kg to 4.65 kg.
This is me now....
HC IS fattening me up! hooray! hooray! I love the amount of food she gives me, and it has increased to thrice a day! All the red, fleshy, bloody raw meat and bones.. my favorite! I shall run in the park more, so that I will not gain too much weight and the food will keep coming! haha..
Will report my fat status in a few weeks' time...
This is my teeth... nice, clean and white, right? And not
smelly like my brother also.... hehe
But my HC still wants to brush my teeth... mmm..just
give me more tulang, preferably daily will do.
This is my toothbrush and toothpaste. I love the strawberry
taste. mmmmmmm....
This is my grouchy older brother - Jack.
His sad story - he was found abandoned by his god-mother's colleague(Julie) in Simei Estate. Julie saw my brother hanging around the block for 2 days, but was unable to get hold of my brother as he was too scared of strangers. Once, she saw my poor brother waiting in the rain hoping that his previous owner will come back for him.
Anyway, Julie finally brought her little pretty silky terrier down for a walk, and my brother was hooked! He happily followed them home. But alas, Julie was horrified to find my brother wanting to do the 'right' thing to her little princess, and frantically called up friends to rehome him. Fate has it that, my HC happened to hear abt it, and offered to take my brother home to 'try first'.
This time, my brother fell in love with my HC and happily followed her home. Of course, he didn't know that my HC has training programs lined up to curb his bitting and aggressive self. Not to mention, a trip to the vet to remove his manhood .. hee...hee.....
This is one of my fave pasttime, playing ball by the beach. I love to retrieve ball but hate the strong waves. In this picture, I am trying to run away from the stupid waves!!
Alrighty.. this is one of the rare 'serious' shot of me.
P.S. The following pictures are courtesy of our "in-house" photographer who is the mistress of Herbie the GR. www.herbiegr.blogspot.com
