Friday, February 6, 2009
Hindi anyone?
हेल्लो, इ ऍम अथेना, थे मोस्ट कूल, कालम एंड कोल्लेक्टेद बोक्सेर इन थे व्होले वाइड वर्ल्ड.
The Tragic Tale of Princess Fifi
This morning, my mommy discovered my pet and....and she KILLED her!
Fifi (my pet) and I are buddies.
We always play this oliphant game where she is the beautiful, exotic princess (can only be seen through night vision binoculars) from a remote island somewhere in the pacific and I am the majestic beast, the pride and joy of the island. She is always riding on my back, 24/7, everyday and every night. We are inseparable. Without me, she would perish unless she can find another oliphant, which is highly unlikely because I am the last remaining oliphant on that island. Yay! She needs me, man...
She has been orphaned when she was young and now she is the sole ruler of night-vision-binoculars-only island. She rules the land with love and grace and warmth. Everyone loooves her, including my red ball.
One day, we were hiking up a steep granite looking hill, enjoying the warmth rays of sunshine when suddenly, a huge giant hand came down from nowhere and plucked her up from my back.
She was wiggling helplessly.. Oh No! My princess.. Don't go, don't leave me here..
I don't know the way back..
[ATHENA, I BATHED YOU YESTERDAY!]
And then my mommy squished Princess Fifi.
And that is the end of the exotic princess from the remote island.
Sigh.. what to do.
I do miss my pet flea.
Fifi (my pet) and I are buddies.
We always play this oliphant game where she is the beautiful, exotic princess (can only be seen through night vision binoculars) from a remote island somewhere in the pacific and I am the majestic beast, the pride and joy of the island. She is always riding on my back, 24/7, everyday and every night. We are inseparable. Without me, she would perish unless she can find another oliphant, which is highly unlikely because I am the last remaining oliphant on that island. Yay! She needs me, man...
She has been orphaned when she was young and now she is the sole ruler of night-vision-binoculars-only island. She rules the land with love and grace and warmth. Everyone loooves her, including my red ball.
One day, we were hiking up a steep granite looking hill, enjoying the warmth rays of sunshine when suddenly, a huge giant hand came down from nowhere and plucked her up from my back.
She was wiggling helplessly.. Oh No! My princess.. Don't go, don't leave me here..
I don't know the way back..
[ATHENA, I BATHED YOU YESTERDAY!]
And then my mommy squished Princess Fifi.
And that is the end of the exotic princess from the remote island.
Sigh.. what to do.
I do miss my pet flea.
Friday, January 30, 2009
I'm back!
Hello everyone,
It has been more than a year since I last wrote something.
I am sorry, I was on sabbatical.
How's everyone doing?
Happy 2009!
Gong Xi Fa Chai...hong bao na lai (if anyone can translate this, I salute you)
Moving right along, last week I went to Uncle MDR's house in the suburbs, not sure where is his house, all I know is that I woke up and slept and woke up and slept and woke up and we were still driving, so I slept again and then we got there.
Unc MDR lives with Aunt SS in this single storey terrace house (their weekend getaway).
In front of his house, there are a couple of dogs - a Rottweiler, a Dalmatian, a small-noisy-hairy looking thing (always barks at me, dunno why) and oh yes, a clipped hawk. I kid you not.
My mommy always leaves the front sliding door open for me, my sustenance is outside, you see, near the tap, anyway, what she does not know, although I think she has a very faint suspicion, is that I always jump to the neighbour's house, which is empty. Then I snuck my way out of that house through a small opening near the gate, stealth mode...
The Rotty is already my buddy now, his name is Rocky, Rocco, Bosco, Ah Ngau..I'm not sure, he mumbles you see.
He is always in the front porch tied up to the gate, poor thing. He is nice but he told me he is always bored.
I asked him whether he has a ball to play with, he said he has never own anything in his entire life, just the black fur on his back, can you imagine that.
I told him my ball is round, red in colour and has tiny ears and legs. (Will show you the pic the next time I post ok). I loooove my red ball....loooovee.... looovee... oh but I'm digressing here.
He is a simple chap with simple needs so I told him that I will give him one of my tennis balls that Unc MDR keeps in the kitchen.
He is soooo excited.
But he has to find a way to hide it when his human is around. I don't want to be blamed for not taking care of my toy and let it roll over to the neighbour's house across the street, now do I, no no no. I am a very responsible boxer.
And I also told him not to swallow the tennis ball, him being not used to having a round object in his mouth. I have not mastered the Heimlich maneuver.
The Rotty, let's call him Rocky, for simplicity sake, he asked me why I'm not always there. I told him that I don't actually live here, I live in the city.
He said that he wants to follow me the next time around. He wants to visit the Petronas Twin Towers in Kuala Lumpur, he heard that it is the most magnificent thing in the world (he heard this from the noisy-shaggy thing next door). I told him that I have never been there but he can follow me the next time.
But he has to try to make himself as inconspicuous as possible so that I can smuggle him into my mommy's pick up. Maybe dye himself brown... He said he will not eat (as much) and try to reduce his size. I told him that is quite hard to do, considering that he is a Rottweiler.
He said he will do whatever it takes. I said okay but I can only get him as far as my house after that he is on his own. In the mean time, I told him to google - public transportation in KL. He told me what kind of goggles does he need.
Yeah man, go find a nice pair of ski goggles, then I will take you personally to the twin towers.
I tried to explain the difference but he was not listening anymore, he was too excited, you see.
Anyway, that was my adventure in the suburbs last weekend.
Till next time, take care friends.
Hmmm... maybe I will give Rocky the 'Goggles' my other red ball.....maybe....
It has been more than a year since I last wrote something.
I am sorry, I was on sabbatical.
How's everyone doing?
Happy 2009!
Gong Xi Fa Chai...hong bao na lai (if anyone can translate this, I salute you)
Moving right along, last week I went to Uncle MDR's house in the suburbs, not sure where is his house, all I know is that I woke up and slept and woke up and slept and woke up and we were still driving, so I slept again and then we got there.
Unc MDR lives with Aunt SS in this single storey terrace house (their weekend getaway).
In front of his house, there are a couple of dogs - a Rottweiler, a Dalmatian, a small-noisy-hairy looking thing (always barks at me, dunno why) and oh yes, a clipped hawk. I kid you not.
My mommy always leaves the front sliding door open for me, my sustenance is outside, you see, near the tap, anyway, what she does not know, although I think she has a very faint suspicion, is that I always jump to the neighbour's house, which is empty. Then I snuck my way out of that house through a small opening near the gate, stealth mode...
The Rotty is already my buddy now, his name is Rocky, Rocco, Bosco, Ah Ngau..I'm not sure, he mumbles you see.
He is always in the front porch tied up to the gate, poor thing. He is nice but he told me he is always bored.
I asked him whether he has a ball to play with, he said he has never own anything in his entire life, just the black fur on his back, can you imagine that.
I told him my ball is round, red in colour and has tiny ears and legs. (Will show you the pic the next time I post ok). I loooove my red ball....loooovee.... looovee... oh but I'm digressing here.
He is a simple chap with simple needs so I told him that I will give him one of my tennis balls that Unc MDR keeps in the kitchen.
He is soooo excited.
But he has to find a way to hide it when his human is around. I don't want to be blamed for not taking care of my toy and let it roll over to the neighbour's house across the street, now do I, no no no. I am a very responsible boxer.
And I also told him not to swallow the tennis ball, him being not used to having a round object in his mouth. I have not mastered the Heimlich maneuver.
The Rotty, let's call him Rocky, for simplicity sake, he asked me why I'm not always there. I told him that I don't actually live here, I live in the city.
He said that he wants to follow me the next time around. He wants to visit the Petronas Twin Towers in Kuala Lumpur, he heard that it is the most magnificent thing in the world (he heard this from the noisy-shaggy thing next door). I told him that I have never been there but he can follow me the next time.
But he has to try to make himself as inconspicuous as possible so that I can smuggle him into my mommy's pick up. Maybe dye himself brown... He said he will not eat (as much) and try to reduce his size. I told him that is quite hard to do, considering that he is a Rottweiler.
He said he will do whatever it takes. I said okay but I can only get him as far as my house after that he is on his own. In the mean time, I told him to google - public transportation in KL. He told me what kind of goggles does he need.
Yeah man, go find a nice pair of ski goggles, then I will take you personally to the twin towers.
I tried to explain the difference but he was not listening anymore, he was too excited, you see.
Anyway, that was my adventure in the suburbs last weekend.
Till next time, take care friends.
Hmmm... maybe I will give Rocky the 'Goggles' my other red ball.....maybe....
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Uncle Aragorn.
I have an uncle named Aragorn.
His name conjures a mighty warrior, brave, strong, undefeated.
But I think somewhere along the way, he misplaced his heart.
Now he is a scaredy cat.
If I come near him, he will cower.
If anyone comes near him, he will cower.
When my mommy talks loudly, he will cower even more.
Sigh, I don't know what to do with him.
Maybe I should ask Mommy to send him to Camp David, have him enrolled in Canine Toughness Bootcamp (Express Training).
Or I can write a book - Canine from hell, and have him memorized it.
But having said all that, he is a sweet uncle, yes he is and I love him dearly.
His name conjures a mighty warrior, brave, strong, undefeated.
But I think somewhere along the way, he misplaced his heart.
Now he is a scaredy cat.
If I come near him, he will cower.
If anyone comes near him, he will cower.
When my mommy talks loudly, he will cower even more.
Sigh, I don't know what to do with him.
Maybe I should ask Mommy to send him to Camp David, have him enrolled in Canine Toughness Bootcamp (Express Training).
Or I can write a book - Canine from hell, and have him memorized it.
But having said all that, he is a sweet uncle, yes he is and I love him dearly.
New friends!
I made 4 new canine friends recently - Bella, Boo, Opy and Peanut (in alphabetical order).
[Nice to meet all of you and thank you so much for leaving comments on my blog.]
Now I can tell my mommies that I am not the only one who views my blog.
By the way, I am number 414 on Dogs With Blogs. Yippeee!
Now I can make a t-shirt with that number on it.
[Nice to meet all of you and thank you so much for leaving comments on my blog.]
Now I can tell my mommies that I am not the only one who views my blog.
By the way, I am number 414 on Dogs With Blogs. Yippeee!
Now I can make a t-shirt with that number on it.
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