Water Boys

Was trying to sort out my messy picture folder in my laptop and found these funny pictures:

Ball competition between Tommy and I













Guess who won?


ME!!!














Tommy was a sore loser... see how he stuck out his tongue at me?


Trying to shake the water out of my ears















And, while we were busy having a ball competition,
a certain dog was drowning...

Help! Help! Help!














hahahahahahah... fortunately, Jaffe has learnt how to swim well now. If not the mummy will have a heart attack everytime we go to Sentosa.

Photo taken by Herbie's M. Not my HC cos she is a moron when it comes to photo-taking. I'll bet even if HC is using the same camera as Herbie's M, the effect will come out different.
(I know I sound as if I am trying to get into herbie's M's good books. ... cos u see, the next Sentosa trip is coming up and I need more nice photos!!)

Bones Day

We are having mutton bones today!

Ever since my little mishap, we only get to eat bones once in a while.

So, imagine how happy we were when we saw the mutton bones!

Yum yum














Jack is also having a great time!

Can I have your attention, please?

I realised the humans love yakking non-stop.

At the park, I like to play ball fetching with the humans. In order to be fair, almost everyone will get a chance to throw a ball for me. And I have learnt that humans are lazy, thus I always placed the ball very near to them. Sometimes even on their palms if I can reach.

But sometimes, I am so exasperated when the humans ignored me and continued yakking. So I have to be rude and barked at them to get their attention.

However, there are times when barking does not work i.e. humans talk louder than my barking.

So this is what I do.....















I placed my ball ON Auntie S's shoe. And it works!!! She turned her attention to me and play fetch. I think I am damn smart. This works even better than barking and I can preserved my voice for something more important.

Maybe I should try to think of something to play fetch in reverse i.e. humans fetch the ball for me to throw??? Any idea how to do that????




After a fun day at park, time to hug my ball and go to dreamland.

Big Boo-boo

We were at Scuba's place last Thursday. I am not going to divulge what we did while home alone as we made a pact not to (scout's honor).

However, I made a major boo-boo at night.

Usually, here's my pee schedule:
1. 6.30a.m. - big puddle of pee
2. 7.30 a.m. - smaller puddle of pee
3. noon - another pee
4. early afternoon - maybe just another pee if I drink too much
5. 6p.m. a - another pee
Usually at park - too busy playing ball to pee :)
6. 8p.m. - another pee after leaving park
7. 8.30p.m. - another pee before reaching home/Auntie's places for dinner
8. 9.30p.m. - another pee if I am still playing ball
9. 10.30p.m. - pee before bedtime

So you see, basically I have a really small bladder.

I am not going to find excuses for my boo boo ... but here's what happened...

HC only came to pick us at 9ish after her dinner appointment. Prior to that, Auntie V brought me to the park and later back to her home. She told HC she totally forgot to ask me to pee before reaching her home. (whether that is true or not.. I cannot remember, SERIOUS!)

When HC came up to pick us, she spent some time chatting with the other humans. I was trying to catch her attention but she was oblivious to my cues. I couldn't control any longer and leaked urine!! yes.. LEAKED!!! There was drips of urine all around the dining area. The other humans went laughing hysterically when they saw the amount of urine.

Not surprisingly HC was upset with me. Auntie S said I looked so sorry and scared and laughed at me instead. Luckily Auntie V came to hug and tell me it is okay.

I would like to publicly said sorry to Auntie Sam cos she had to clean the floor after we left. *kiss kiss*

mmmm... I wonder if I will be welcome back to Scuba's house again.


Much much later at home, HC took out these from her bag

Veal Spare Ribs + Ball




















It was a gift from Jack's godma. She said the ball was for me, and the spare ribs for Jack. What she didn't realised is that Jack is allergic to VEAL!
HC gave Jack a tiny piece and said the rest are mine... muahahahaha...

Me with my new ball!

Trust Your Dog

Many a times, I always hear the SAR Officers say "Trust Your Dog" to our human handlers.

However, in the initial stage, HC was not confident of my ability, and started to direct me in the search even though my nose tells me otherwise (wasting my time and energy, really). Sometimes, she even cheated by helping me look for ‘humans’ and gave me cues. (She swears she no longer cheats.)

Now, she has learnt to trust me and stay away while I am doing my nose job.

Sometime back, someone decided to teach us a new method of searching for victims. That meant that we have to start from scratch. Unfortunately, the method backfired on me as I find the search job unchallenging and unfulfilled. Slowly, I started to hit a plateau and am unable to progress. Luckily, HC understood and protested against the new method.

I am now enjoying myself so much that I can’t wait for the bi-monthly training.

Lesson learnt – Trust your dog. Understand their needs.

I am further motivated by the article on Straits Times last Saturday on how SCDF plan to get 4 dogs to boost its fire investigation unit, in addition to their 10 resident SAR dogs and another 10 ‘civilian’ dogs (ahem… I am one of them)

In the report, Captain Lim was quoted "Dogs will always be an asset to the SCDF, even with rapid technological developments…. While there are detectors or equipment that may serve the same function, these detectors do have limitations…. Dogs are fast and accurate. They can even be highly passionate and intelligent, making them suitable partners during rescue missions."

What Captain Lim said is absolutely true. I have seen on television how some rescue workers go round the disaster area slowly with equipment to look for signs of life. However, as they progress so slowly, the victims chances of living are diminishing. Dogs are so much faster, we just sniff the air for a couple of seconds and can almost find the correct direction to go to.

Yeah… we dogs are wonderful beings, right?

(HC :errrrr.. not quite wonderful yet. Joey is very stupid. The other day at training, I can clearly see the victim hiding among the rubble but our 'smart' Joey followed the victim's scent and had to go a big round to reach the victim. If only, he had use his other senses - SIGHT, he would have seen the human lying on his (Joey's) left)

Minor Scuffle

I think that in my past life I must have offended huskies. I said this because the huskies I know always disturb me.

Just yesterday, we were at Scuba’s place as the humans were having dinner together (Uncle M went fishing and came back with 3 fishes). During the entire dinner, Chewie the husky kept disturbing Jack and I. Of course we warned him to stay away as we have an important job on hand, that is begging for food.

After dinner, the greedy humans decided to have tea and cakes. I heard Auntie S making tea and cutting up the cakes in the kitchen, and we waited anxiously by the door. Chewie came at me again, and I growled at him. I cannot remember who started first but there was a minor scuffle. HC was nearby and she shouted at us. We stopped fighting when we saw what she was holding – a CHAIR!!! Thank god she didn’t throw the chair at us. If she did, both Chewie and I will probably land up in hospital.

I had a scratch on the head














and a scratch on my muzzle














Picture of the offender. I think he is fine cos he has lots of fur to protect him












HC said I should not put the blame entirely on Chewie cos I didn't behave well too. She said I should not always be so possessive & territorial over food and toys.







The other huskies in my life :

Rafv - He likes to 'invite play' and once he went too far and used his paw to hit my head.
Read more about it here

Chili - He love to disturb me whenever I was playing ball in the park, and he loves it when I growled and chase him away. (SADIST!!) The other day, he sneaked up on me and used his paw to nudge my bum several times! Irritating.....

Max - have not seen him for a long time. But here's the evidence that he also likes to disturb when I am swimming

Toys Collection

After the sad and angry post about the abandoned dachshund, I thought it is time to write something light hearted - my toys collection.

Alot of people give names to their toys. But not ours. For example, all of Jack's chew toys are called "Bone Bone". HC will usually asks "where is bone bone?", Jack will pick up whichever bone he prefers. As for me, since I got many varieties of toys, the most I will go is to identify them by their animal breed such as bunny, oink oink.

Why do I not name my toys?
Firstly - I had too many toys, difficult to remember their names.
Secondly, and most important is that if I give them names, they will be like my friends, and I will definitely feel sad and guilty after I had tormented (shake them like a prey) and killed them.

Look at the Snowman's long battle scar. He is one brave guy.










This is OINK OINK II (USA). The predecessor - OINK OINK I (Bangkok) died within 1 month of his arrival in Singapore.














These are my current OLD soft toys.















These are NEW TOYS ON DISPLAY (meaning can see, no touch)















These are the latest petedge collection to NEW TOYS ON DISPLAY
















Our chew toys that were laid out to dry after washing. When can we play with it?

Abandoned Dog

Another abandoned dog at the park... sigh...

Yesterday morning, a old dachshund was found inside the dog run by himself. A auntie who was walking her dog saw him and decided to feed him some water and food. Then, she left him in the park. In the evening, she came by again with her daughter to see if the dog's still there. Sadly, he was. Initially, they wanted to bring to SPCA but a few people told them that as the dachshund is old and has a lump on his skin, most likely, the dog will be put to sleep. I guess they later don't have the heart and decided to bring him home for the time being.

I find the behavior of the human who abandoned the old dachshund appalling. How could he has the heart to abandon a dog who has faithfully and loyally served him all these years? Sigh..... to think we watch over you, your family and your house like a hawk, yet when we grow old, you threw us out.

I hope you will be abandoned by your kids later when you grow old too. Serve you right!

In the meantime, I pray that you will step on dog poo whenever you go out, bird shit on your head all the time, attack by some pack of unknown ferocious dogs at night, crows nip and monkeys spit on your head, whenever you walk pass them.

I hope you have a miserable life, you idiot!

(HC : the dog was a sorry sight. He was apparently quite old, and his eyes were so miserable. He was sitting quietly with his head on the woman's lap as if to seek some comfort. And when the woman walked away.. he quietly just followed her hoping she will not abandoned him.)

V-Day

Yesterday was V-Day (aka vaccination day)

The last V-day was about 2.5 years ago cos HC didn't want to vaccinate us every year. There is a school of thought that advocates vaccination every three years, but being a typical 'kia-see' person, she decided on 2.5 years. Actually, to be frank, she didn't think about it until the vet nags at her.

There is another school of thought that advocates NO VACCINATION at all. And you guess right, this view is strongly supported by canines.. hehehe.. especially those like me who hates needles!

Anyway, Jack and I were sitting quietly/nervously for HALF an HOUR in the reception waiting to see the vet. In fact, most people would think we were very well-behaved boys. But to be honest, I think our legs were too weak to move.

Why wait half an hour? cos the vet was late from his dinner break!!! arrrgghhh.....

As usual the vet did the vaccination on Jack first, and the bloody dog didn't even flinched! HC then said to the vet that I am the one who is scaredy cat.. and Jack is the brave one! @#@$_)+@#

The vet then said...'oh..would you feel better if we feed you some biscuits?' .. and I was ecstatic! I had never been offered biscuits in the clinic (I think the vet offered cos he felt bad for making us wait so long).

In exchange for 2 biscuits, I was a good boy and didn't cry out loud when the needle was poked near my bum area.

(HC : I remembered being very embarrassed once, when Joey actually screamed the moment the needle was poked .. and continued screaming until the needle was pulled out. When we came out of the clinic. everyone in the reception were staring. But I do pitied him at that time cos the vet wanted to do a blood test on him, and the blood was drawn from his neck region. And the springe was huge.. about 4 to 5 inches! Guess that is the reason he becomes a scaredy cat when he visits the vet, even if only to accompany Jack on his monthly jab)

Before we left, the vet told the nurse to give us more biscuits cos we 'are not overweight, and definitely can afford to eat more.'..... yay!!!!

After that we went to the park for some ball games. Actually, the vet said previously that we will probably be 'off-colour' and to let us rest. But on the last V-Day, we went to Sentosa and I swam for an hour even! Off-colour? nah... not us...

Cool & Raining Day

What should we do on a cool & raining day? SLEEP-IN, of course!

ooh.. the down-feather quilt is so soft & comfy..














Jack decides to join us in bed














Jack is falling asleep....















Don't disturb, please...














Are my paws clean enough?

Life is good!

The earlier part of my day is quite boring. We usually have our meals in the morning (yeah.. only 1 meal) after which we will sleep the day away till in the late evenings when HC will rush home from work to bring us to the park.

So happy to be at the park!















Can't stop grinning!















Likes to roll over my 'massage' ball!














mmm... can't decide which ball I should play?














Life is good!
















But not everyone enjoy going to the park.

Look at Jack's bored look.




















Without fail, he will sit near the gate waiting to go home. Poor Jack usually have to sit in this position for 1-2 hours until HC (or Me) decides it is time to go home

Willy

Sigh.... Willy, the old chihuahua is here to stay for a few days as his owner went for a short vacation.

As soon as he stepped into the house, HC complained that Willy looks awful with his unkempt fur, long nails and .... boy, does he smell awful! HC was tempted to shower him immediately but changed her mind cos it was already pretty late at night. But the next day, she quickly sent him to the groomer. Unlucky Jack & I were made to tag along to the groomer and we were 'pet-sitted' for two hours while HC went for shopping! Why didn't she bring us along?

Willy before grooming... (pic didn't justify how awful he looks and smell, but trust me, the fur on his body was really dry and unkempt)














After grooming... neater and not so smelly




















Willy's life is quite sad. When he was with his first owner, he only gets to stay in a small size pet carrier. He has to peek through the small openings to look at the outside world. Not only that, he has to pee, poo and sleep in the same carrier. I have seen the carrier, and it is perhaps only double his size. Poor Willy.....

Now he has a slighter better life (though not as good as mine). He gets to stay in the kitchen but he is alone for as long as 12-14 hours each day. Even when his owners were in, they didn't give him alot of TLC. Poor Willy doesn't even get to sleep in their room at night. I cannot imagine what I would do if I have a life like this.

Thus, he is very happy to stay with us for a few days. He gets to go to the park daily, fresh meat with his kibbles, petted by HC, and he gets to sleep with us in the bedroom.

Not only that, he gets to indulge in his favorite activity - HUMPING.
Needless to say, he won't dare to hump Jack cos Jack had growled at him a few times he tried to do that. As for me, Willy is the only one I allows to be humped. In fact, I even fell asleep once while he is humping me.

See how he humps me even when I am busy playing ball?















This position better?














After a day of humping, old Willy needs to sleep















Sigh... are you done with the humping? Can I have some peace, please?

Herbie's a bad dog

In responding to Herbie's post , I hereby declared that he is a BAD DOG - especially when he is in a car. I hate sharing the rear back seat with him. In fact, I shouldn't even use the word 'share' cos Herbie practically takes over the entire rear seat!
Even if we were up on the seat first, occupying about half of it initally, within minutes, Herbie can wiggle his big fat butt slowly to monopolise the seat.

Here's the evidences:

Herbie enjoying himself on the back seat, with plenty of space in front of him















Look how cramped our side are! please help!!!

















Where's Jack?















Oh no... Jack was pushed down to the floor board by Herbie's big butt!

You see what we have to put up with when Herbie's in the car with us? sigh....

New treats

It has been raining the last few days and I was bored to tears. The other day, HC came home with this wonderful scent coming from this plastic bag.

Sniff sniff... hmmmmm.. wonderful scent... what is it?















Errr... what's this again?














HC said this is called deer tendon. Humans usually boil this with soup and eat it later. But she decided to let us try it as she heard that it is a good chewing subsititute compared to the commercial treats. And she told us that it is very expensive.. but she managed to get us this cheap low grade ones!

What low grade???

Verdict???
This deer tendon tastes yummy. We took an HOUR just to finish this! Yhew....

New Bed Covers

Last Christmas, both Jack and I had a new bed each. It had been six months since then, and both the bed covers are a bit old and worn off as we have the habit of digging it after our shower, before we sleep or as and when we are bored!

HC went to Little India to buy some nice materials and pass it to Auntie Meena, who did the wonderful beds for us. We are pleasantly surprised that she also did an appliqué of our names on the bed covers. They look fantastic! I can't wait to sleep on it. (HC said she cannot bare to see us spoil the beautiful covers. She is contemplating keeping them! SIAO!!!)

Ta-Da.... here's my bed. (Note : I have neither grown my fur long, nor have I dyed my hair black. The dog in the pic is Tinkerbelle, Auntie Meena's fur-daughter)














..... or supposedly MY bed. Cos HC wanted me to have the round bed, but Jack had other ideas. For some unknown reasons, he loves round bed. So although it has my name on it, I don't think he is gonna let me sleep on it.



Guess I'll have to sleep on HIS bed....

ZOUK!!!!

I went to Zouk, probably the most happening club in Singapore!!!

I have heard alot of humans like to party there, and obviously dogs are not welcome inside. But last Sunday, HC brought us there for the very first time for Cleo's Young Entreprenuer Showcase in conjunction with Zouk's monthly flea market. There were alot of humans around, and they were surprised to see dogs inside a club. I think not many dogs know about this event, cos I saw 3-4 other dogs. There was a huge young malamute there, and our hearts stopped a beat when we saw him sniffing Tommy. Luckily Tommy was a bit dazed and didn't react. hehe... if not the bouncers there will be busy stopping dog fights!

I thoroughly enjoyed myself cos alot of humans exclaimed over how cute we are, but, unfortunately, no one find us cute enough to feed us some biscuits! We didn't stay long cos it was getting really crowded and HC was frustrated that she couldn't shop properly with us around. Yet, she managed to buy a dress & a top! I overheard her telling Auntie W that she will visit again next month without us. Sigh...

oh, we were recognised by some readers to this blog! Yeah... makes me feel so flattered. Thanks for making my day, guys! Next time, throw me a ball/banana/mango?

The humans look like some criminals!













Picture taken courtesy by Mr. Lester Boey, Les Gallery Pte Ltd.Thanks, Mr. Boey for the nice pictures!
Note : Blurring of face was intentionally done by Auntie S, as requested by HC.

The monkey on the mango tree

The mango tree outside my house is in season, and the yummy smell makes us salivate all day. I was hoping to find some along the pavement, but alas, the ones I saw were eaten up. I was really puzzled as I don't think the animals in my estate especially the irritating roosters were that smart to peel off the mango skin so nicely.

I just found out that there is a monkey staying in the small forested area outside my block! HC saw him twice strolling along the pavement. This monkey is very mischievious! A few times when HC was walking us to the car, a mango seed (left with skin hanging) would dropped from the trees, nearly missing us. Another time, HC saw from our window that this monkey also threw a seed near to a Indian guy. She was amused to see this guy quickly walking away with his hand protecting his head! I'll bet the cheeky monkey kept the seed with him until someone passes by to drop it near their head.

Do you guys think I can negotiate a deal/barter trade with the monkey? Say, Jack the old man in exchange for some mangos?

1 + 1 = 1

That's what HC's dad taught us....

Yesterday, HC complained that he (HC's dad) should not have overfed us the other day causing me to puke and Jack to poo too much. Immediately, her dad said, "ok, I won't feed them too miuch bread, will just feed them ONE tiny piece of biscuit." Having said that, he immediately went to the biscuit container and gave us 1 biscuit each. Then, HC exclaimed, "oh no... not the lemon puff biscuits! It is too sweet for dogs!". Hehe, too late, we already ate it.

HC's dad saw an opportunity to feed us more and said, "oh, never mind.. I will feed them the plain ones then!" And he went to give us one more plain cracker each.
I can see from afar that HC is rolling her eyes. hahaha...So end up we had 2 biscuits each, instead of the promised 1.

I bet even Herbie have not tasted lemon puff biscuits. I think he only eats plain ones.