Freud needs a new home!

My M just got an email from one of my readers, Jo, asking to help publicize Freud's plight.

Freud is a 3 years old black mongrel whom Jo has rescued about 4 months ago from his very irresponsible previous owner who neglected him by locking him in the balcony for over a year with no walks and no attention. He was severely malnourished. I can never ever imagine a life with no walks and no attention. My M calls me the 'attention-seeking boy' and I think I'll just die if no one loves me.

Anyway, Jo has managed to fatten Freud up a little, but as she already has a dog and cat at home, her family is not keen to foster Freud, so poor Freud has been staying in the boarding place for the last 4 months.

Well, I guess a boarding place is better than his previous home, but it's not as good as a proper home and it's not a long term solution. So Jo would like to find Freud a new home, or if a foster for now until he finds his furever home. She says that Freud is very sweet, takes easily to people and very very smart. (But I still think I'm smarter, although my M calls me silly)

Here's what freud looks like:


So if any of you can help, drop me a mail.

Fishy Friends

I realise now that my baby sister is a cat too, like me! But I still don't know why I'm a cat when I'm obviously a dog. My M calls me the scardey cat, and now my baby sister is the copy cat. There sure are a lot of cat names around.

Maybe we're called cats coz we both like fishies. I've heard that cats like fishes.

Everytime I pass by the fishies' home, I like to pay them a visit. I will pull my M towards them so that I can say hi. But I think fishes are not very friendly coz they usually ignores me.

Visiting the fishes!


And look, even my baby sister is fascinated with fishes! And she's got bigger fishy friends than me. *pout*

Artistic Project

My M is now embarking on another of her project and she intends to do something with it. She won't tell me what she's doing, but she did give me a sneak preview.

Can you tell who's who?


I wonder what she's making this time....

Love that transcends species and dimension?

As I was sorting my mail over at the rainbow bridge the other day, deleting spam mails that promised me riches beyond my wildest dream (I wonder why no one ever sends mail to tell me that I've won a whole lifetime supply of dinners? Oh wait, I used up my lifetime. Darn!)

And then one of the mails popped up. It was something different. It was written with so much feelings, I can feel that this writer truly loves me, nevermind the bad english.

This is what she wrote:

Hello dear new friend.
Glad that I'm just browsing now in the Internet and I come acros your contact and i was much feelings oaver it,I'm miss angel wilson by name,please i will like us to hold a good relationship with a real love,I'm happy to look at your contaact today ,you sound so gentle to me that was the reason why i fall very much interested in you,contact me personal with my private box for more introduction also i will sent my pictures to you so we can know more about each other,i will be happy to see your mail my dear,age or colour even distance can't deny any genuine love,so please lets give our self a trial,thanks till i hear from you,
miss angel

Oh wow, my very first love letter! And I truly agree with her that genuine love transcends age, color and distance! But I must say she has really chosen for herself a really testing love story, for I am 8 years old (at last count), golden brown (with a pale gold underbelly) and currently living over the rainbow bridge.

But wait, she's Miss Angel! I wonder if there's a chance she might be living somewhere near the rainboe bridge. Maybe around St. Peter's gate? If that's the case, it would make travelling so much shorter.

Now I just wonder if she minds an 8 year old (and dead) brown dog.

Do you think she will accept me?

Over-strained

My MM has driven the car to the neighbouring country for the next 2 days so we were left car-less. My very adventurous M then decided we should all have a long walk on Thursday morning to my baby sis's infant school. Since I did not have my regular Sunday shower last sunday, she thought it'll be perfect to shower me and then air-dry me as we walk.

It's a 10 minutes drive usually, but it ended up being a 45 min walk because my M complained that I was behaving like a tourist taking pictures at every landmark. Because I was taking pit-stops... I mean, pee-stops at every other tree. But I can't help it, the trees were all so fresh and un-peed on!

Well, we finally reached the infant care safe and sound and took another 45 minutes walk back home.


We passed by our regular park and my M decided to unleash me for a while and she was amazed that I could still run after such a long walk. But never did we expect I'd start to suffer in the evening.



That night at Scuba's house, while I was horsing around with my M (she was slapping my bum in play), I suddenly screamed. Tommy looked kinda worried and Aunty Viv thought what happened as she has never heard me scream. And I was shaking and looking VERY worried, which got my M worried too. She pressed my thigh a bit and I screamed again. But I could still walk, so the humans deduced that I must have strained my muscle, like what happened to my tail when I swim too much.

Anyway, you'll be glad to know that I have totally gotten over my muscle strain after a good night's sleep, although my M said she won't be bringing me out for long walks today.

Awww.....

Sicko family

It's official! Everyone in the house is sick, except for me! I am such a strong, healthy boy! It first started with my baby sister 2 weeks ago with flu, then my M got it, then my baby sister decided she must win so she went ahead and had diarrhea, then my MM joined in by having stomach flu, then my M got fever and cough again.

So today all of them are on medical leave! The good thing of them being sick is that all of them get to stay home, with ME!

Being sick is not such a bad thing after all.

Healthy me, the healthiest one in the family!

Sunday Park

I finally get to go to the park again after 2 weeks! I was initially quite happy to be there.... until I got chased by some dogs.

What happened was, I was the second dog to reach the park, and there was already a JRT in there. After that a family of 4 westies came in. I think 2 of the westies are more dominant as they were kept on leash, but it was all right coz we were all minding our own business. Then came a family of 5 shih tzus! Now we have 2 different packs of small dogs, both in different corners.

Then I managed to find an empty plastic bottle and was playing with it. My M threw the bottle and I was running after it when 2 of the STs came charging and barking at me. I was not too happy so I showed them my teeth and ran back to my M. The owner pulled the STs back into their far corner and my M decided to pause my bottle game.

After what seemed like an eternity everything seemed calm so we started the bottle game again and they came charging at me again. This time I snapped at them and my M had to drag me off but she didn't scold me coz it's not my fault. Anyway that's the thing with a family of dogs, as they say, power in numbers.

It was only after the 2 packs left that I finally get to have fun with my bottle!



But I think after the scuffle I was on wary mode so I got into a near fight with another dog who came in later. My M didn't see what triggered it but she and the other owner quickly broke up our quarrel and we ignored each other after that.

And then came a Mini Scuba! There was a 5 months old MBT puppy who kept wanting to make me play. My M said that finally I get a chance to taste my own medicine (ie: being irritated to death). I must say I don't think I was every that irritating. Was I? I'm not.... right?



All these happened in a mere 1 hour. I must say my sunday morning park's schedule was quite packed.