Lady's 6th Death Anniversary

This Sunday, 21st December 2008, will be Lady's 6th Death Anniversary. She passed away in 2002. Lady is d owner's cousin's German Shepherd.

I didn't have the privilege to meet her but d owner did. Many people were scared of her because of her size, but in truth, she was the most loving dog out there. She would come up to some people and they would get scared but all she wanted was to be petted.

Everyone jokes that I'm sort of an reincarnation of Lady because of my colour, but I don't believe a dog like her can ever be duplicated.

Everyone misses Lady, the worse part was that she passed away so close to Christmas. It wasn't as joyful as it should have been. But I'm sure she's happy and peaceful right now. Up in doggie heaven.

Pen-Eating Dog

D owner woke up last week to the sound of me chewing something. She opened her eyes to find me feasting on one of her favourite pens. I bit it to pieces. She quickly stopped me and threw it away. I threw up afterward, but it was only fluid. That's one more title for me: pen-eating dog.

This is what happens when I'm bored or even deprived of sleep. Or this is the result of staying with a weird family, after a while, you turn weird yourself. Just the other day, d owner was cutting her hair at 3am. So I had no sleep (I sleep in her room now). I basically follow her everywhere. And sometimes she sleeps on the couch in the hall, in her room or sometimes she doesn't sleep at all, making me have no sleep also.

But let me tell you something, it's great being weird.

Uneventful Days

First of all, apologies for being gone for so long. There just isn't any interesting things happening here to tell you about.

D owner has found what she describes as a wonderful video and is watching it over and over again. It can be viewed here. Sadly, I don't have a Kong.

I have been taught a new trick: circle. First, d owner says 'circle' and I circle clockwise around her once. There, that's one interesting thing to tell you.

She watched this interesting documentary on dogs the other day. Apparently, the fur industry created the domestic dog by breeding the wolf

and the silver fox

together.

She refuses to believe that such magnificent creatures can come from such cruel people. She says no to real fur and leather and companies that test on animals and yet, she still eats meat. Strange combination.

But after all, the origin of the dog can come from different sources. So this story may and may not be true.

And I've been hearing plans about switching me full-time to a raw diet. PAWS CROSSED!

The Uses of 'Scratch'

I have just been taught a new trick: scratch. Pretty straightforward, d owner would point to a wall or door and I would scratch it.

I have compiled 2 uses of this new trick, as follows:

1. With just a scratch of the door, the family would know when I want to go out and open the door for me.
2. Another way to destroy things.

And it saddens me to say that my tennis ball has mysteriously disappeared.

I suspect the evil tennis-ball-eating-couch. In just one lifetime, it has devoured pens, papers, clips, rulers, rubbers and now, my precious tennis ball. Thankfully, it came in a pack of 3 so I have 2 more to play with.

D owner has succesfully finished reading 'Twilight' and 'New Moon' in less than a week, hardly eating and hardly sleeping. She plans to buy 'Eclipse' and 'Breaking Dawn' soon, too.

Nevermind me, I'll just sit outside and eat mosquitoes all day.

8th Jungle Trek

27/10/08

Despite there not actually being a jungle trek, d owner decided to take me anyway, after being absent for almost a month.

Sadly, I was on a leash the whole time as d owner didn't trust me with no one around. Strangely enough, d owner's mom finally agreed to come for the trek but later said would never again.

I had remarks, again, that I was a husky. D owner doesn't see the resemblence and just says I'm a pure mutt with no ounce of blue blood in me. I beg to differ. More than once, I've been said to look like a german shepherd/siberian husky, or at least a part of it. That's got to count for something.

Hopefully, next time, she'll choose a better date to go jungle-trekking, with all my canine pals intact. And don't forget the off-leash part.

My New Friend

A few days ago, while on my daily walks, d owner took a new route and turned into an alley. One of the houses back gate is facing the alley and that is how I met my new friend, Ms. Rottweiler.

I live in the first lane, so I know every dog who lives there. But not so sure about the other dogs in the other lanes. If anything, I think I've made friends with most of them. There's Lola - a shih tzu - and a pug whose name I'm still not sure of so I shall call him Mr. Pug. They belong to the same family. Lola came after d owner started living here, and when she was a puppy, she squeezed through the gate and came into d owner's house. I'd reckon that looked cute.

Then there's Risha, the female black mongrel just in front of my house. You know, I really don't know why black dogs like to pick fights with me, first Pacco then Risha. But I never fight back, haha. Don't worry, there is no offence intended here. Just a funny story.

The other dogs, I don't know by name so I shall call them by how the look. Further on, there is another mongrel who I shall call Mr. Black. Not completely black, but almost. Every time he sees me, he goes of in a barking frenzy - most of the time. Then there's Mr. Doberman who lives in the first house of the first lane. He scared the living crap out of me when I passed him. Started barking like mad.

So anyway, back to my new friend. She's a lot like me. She likes dogs but scared of humans. When d owner approached, she went and hide behind some clothes. So then I went near the gate and she came out of hiding. When we started to go, she started barking and we turned back to see her sort of saying ,"don't go". So we went back and saw her again.

Do owner thinks she's scared of people because her owner abused her when she was a puppy. And d owner has also seen it before. Locked her in a tiny cage for so long and she kept whining at night. I feel so sorry for her. But I know exactly what she's going through. I'm also not the most people-friendly dog and I was abused as a puppy before d owner got me. All these things stay with us and makes up our character in the future. That's why d owner desperately wants to socialise me by taking me out for trekking and dog events.

Like I've heard somewhere before: 'a dog may never be able to jump through a hoop of flames, but it can be brave.'

Everything takes time.

Mutts Comic

I don't know if anyone has heard of it, but I recently stumbled on this comic. It's funny and heartwarming. Hope you enjoy it.