Happy 2011!

I know it's already February but happy 2011 anyhow!

I'm back and thank dog for that! My lazy mummy found some video footages of me and is finally bothered enough to post them on my blog.

For those who found out that I've been having the runs and poor appetite via Facebook, thanks for your concerns! I'm happy to say that I'm well and happy now. No more wet and runny poops, except for the occasional fatal farts that drives my pawrents nuts. I'm on a new diet now - EVO kibbles and I think the prebiotics and probiotics in it are helping my system run a little better. Mummy's a happier woman now too cos she'd smiled and say "good boy!" whenever I poo - this mean she likes what she saw - solid poop!

Ok, enough about the gross stuff! Let me share with you what my baby sister is up to these days. I AM HER NEW FAVOURITE TOY NOW. It started when my aunt let little Miss Grubby Hands hold the leash when she was walking Coco, the Shih Tzu who is one-quarter of my size. My baby sister loved it and think that she is very smart since she can walk a dog. It doesn't help that she has a toy cat on a leash at home and she has been walking and dragging the poor stuffed animal everywhere in the house. So now she thinks she can qualify as a dog walker! Everyday, whenever my baby sister sees my leash, she will insist on leashing me and bringing me on a walk at home! If my pawrents refused to help her to leash me, she'd scream the house down. If I refused to move an inch, she'd scream till the roof collapses. Help!



Are you ready for your walk, Chow Chow?


Maybe if I lie low and scratch myself, she will forget about walking me?


She is insisting on walking me.


Alright, alright, I am coming...


I'm tired, can I have a rest please?


Sure, we can rest together. Just 2 seconds ok?

It's been almost half a year!

I can't believe my lazy mummy allowed almost half a year to slip by without updating my blog!

Lots of things happened ever since my last encounter with The Evil Cat. While I spent the most of my days just sleeping, eating and lazing around at home, waiting for my pawrents to return home after work everyday, I also witness the growth of my baby sister who has blossomed from a bawling infant to a drooling and tumbling toddler. She is all of one year old now and loves to follow me around the house and feed me her pacifier as a show of her affection to me.

In this video, you will see my baby sister at around 10 months old, crawling slowly and unsteadily towards her favourite object, the remote control while I kept watch over her. You will also noticed that I was much slimmer. Nope,it's not that my diet was a succes. It was because I had to be shaven in order to get rid of the horrible ticks! Yes, I suffered from ticks and it was a nightmarish 3 weeks for me and my pawrents. I'm so glad it's over now!


I believe I caught the ticks when I was playing in Granddad's garden. My pawrents went to Perth for a week and I was dogsitted by Granddad and Grandmum at their house. I missed my pawrents terribly and Coco refused to play with me. I didn't try to escape this time cos the grandpawrents are very smart and careful now when they opened the front gate. Mummy took a picture with a doggie who was lying at the doorstep while waiting for his owner to shop at the Salvos in Perth. I'm sure Mummy missed me as much as I missed her.

No, Chow Chow, No

How many of your mummies actually trust you when you are around your younger siblings? Sad to say, my Mummy doesn't trust me at all!

Ever so often, I try to be friendly and show my care and concern to my baby sister by looking at her very closely and sniffing her head or licking her tiny toes and fingers. She seemed to have finally noticed my existence recently cos her eyes will light up whenever she sees me and she will get excited and keep looking at me no matter where I go. She makes me feel like a fish in an aquarium sometimes, but I still love her.

However, my evil Mummy doesn't want us to get too close. Perhaps she is just jealous. Whenever my baby sister is on her jumperoo and I go over to say hi, Mummy will push my head away and say "No, Chow Chow, no". Fine, I'll go rest under my favourite table and watch her behave like a clown in order to keep my baby sister entertained.

Sometimes when Mummy and Daddy and the baby are cuddling and playing on the couch, I go over to join in the fun by licking the baby on her legs. Again, my Mummy will carry the baby away and say "No, Chow Chow, noooooo". Only when I go away to the balcony with my head lowered and looking so disappointed will she say sorry and "I love you" to me. But who cares for sorry and "I love you" when all I want is to join in the fun as part of the family.

If the humans can kiss the baby, why can't I?

The other day, Mummy screamed when she found me licking my baby sister's fingers. The baby was laughing away as she happily puts her hand near my mouth. So why must Mummy spoil the fun for us?

The worst was this: Mummy was in the kitchen one day when she suddenly heard the baby cried out loud. Immediately she assumed it was my fault cos she rushed out of the kitchen screaming "No, Chow Chow, no!!!" Just because I was in the same room as the baby. When she came out, she realised I was sitting at the other end of the room, while my baby sister was on the other side, screanming cos she was bored/hungry/sleepy. Of course, Mummy felt really bad for thinking it was me who caused the baby to cry. She probably thought I was chewing on the baby's succulent thigh for breakfast. Hello! I'm off the raw diet, remember?!

I gave Mummy a sad face and look away. Hah! This will send her on a really long guilt trip!

I really wish my baby sister can grow up very quickly so that she is no longer so "fragile" and we can both play together. And for dog's sake, baby sister, please stop screaming out loud whenever I'm near you. I know you are my biggest fan but I don't deserve another accusation!

Everybody loves Chow Chow

About a month after the arrival of Baby Amanda, my pawrents threw a party in the house to celebrate the addition of our newest family member with our relatives and friends. Daddy was worried that I might plan another escape during the party cos the front gate will always be opened as the flow of guests arrive at different times throughout the 2-day party. Daddy decided to put a mini gate made up of two panels of the dog gate at the door so that the "double doors" will prevent me from sneaking out of the house easily.

Trust me, it wasn't easy to sneak out of the house just like that. I mean besides the "double doors", there were also many pairs of legs blocking, hands patting... AND eyes on me. Tell me, how could I possibly run away?!

At first I was growling and barking and acting all macho when the first few guests arrived. I wanted to show them who's the boss in the house. And then I see some familiar faces, like grandpa and grandma, I get all happy and excited and started to wag my tail! Then more and more people came and I started to get a bit scared, especially with the rowdy kids who loves to scream. They really make me nervous.

Some kids were terrified of me and thought they entered the lion's den. After some coaxing from my pawrents, they tried to touch my coat and let me smell their hands. Very soon, they realised I am just a friendly doggie and only then do they dare to come near me. I honestly think I 'cured' them of doggie phobia!

Here are some pictures to share. And proof to show that I was also the star of the party.

Oops!

I must apologize that we haven't sent out any Christmas cards in 2009. The household was chaotic and our lives are never the same again. We didn't even managed to put up the Christmas tree! Mummy tried to take a picture of us - Amanda, Mummy and I, for a last minute Christmas e-card but Amanda has other ideas.


Hurry up, Mummy! I'm all set and ready!







Pardon Mummy's unglamourous look. Obviously she is not ready (or not intending) to be in the picture!










We are all so stressed by Amanda's loud cries! She is so not going to be a good model, unlike me.










The prima donna refused to wear her santa hat! I'm giving up now. The reindeer headband is hurting my head and messing up my fur.









So much for a Christmas picture together. I think this reindeer headband is better as a chew toy!

Happy 2010!

It's a brand new year! Happy 2010, everyone!

My mummy has been a major lazy bum after the arrival of Baby Amanda, thus the lack of updates on my blog. Guilt has finally push Mummy to post this first entry for me.

Here are the pictures that most of you have been waiting for - Baby Amanda and me!




Baby Amanda is now 2 months old. That's how long my blog has been neglected! Anyway, I'm back now to tell you all about my adventures or the lack of it. The weather has been lousy for the past several weeks and I haven't been to the dog park for the longest time. The stupid rain is practically ruining my social life.

My parents are also really busy with Amanda, a noisy creature they called my sister. Initially, I was pretty annoyed by her loud cries and screams but I've gotten used to it since I realised she can't talk or bark like me and my parents, so crying and screaming is her way of communicating with us. I still can't figure out her baby language, unlike my parents who rushed to her with bottles of milk or shower her with annoyingly high-pitched and saccharin-sweet voices whenever she lets out one of her loud cries. And when Mummy gets frustrated with needing to stop doing whatever she is doing to stop Amanda from crying for the nth time, I just gave her the "oh well" look.

To be honest, Amanda is not that bad. At least her head smells good and her feet are soft and nice. I know cos I have licked her feet a few times when my parents are not watching! BOL!