I've been Attacked!

Yes, it all explains itself in the title. I've been attacked by a Jack Russell! She is a extremely fierce and vicious old lady name chocolate. And what is my crime you may ask? Its just all because I'm cuter then her and everyone around was singing my praise.

So what happen was that yesterday, Z and my Dad finally took me for my much awaited walk, not at the usual reservoir but just a small park near our home. We went pass the house of the aforesaid old lady, and her family (and her) were out at the front landing chit chatting. Seeing that I'm an extremely adorable puppy, everyone flock to me and calling me cute, and they were all wishing that they have doggies who were as cute as me. So that scary lady got jealous and started snapping at me which resulted in her being put away by her owner. I was even kind enough to go visit her but she wasn't too happy and bit my face! It was a good thing I had so much hair so I was fine. Then, there I was basking in the praises of the two-leggeds and the next thing I know Chocolate has somehow escape from her house and started attacking me! It was a good thing her owner managed to tug her away fast enough or she could have seriously injure me. Thankfully I suffer no injury other then a bruised ego. Chocolate's owner was sooooo scary, she hit Chocolate so hard that even Z flinch and then drag her back to the house by her collar! What a firece owner!

Z didn't have a camera with her so she had to surf the web to find a photo that looks like Chocolate. This is what she looks like! (This is not her, just another doggy named Sophie who looks like Chocolate)


The good thing that came out of this is that Chocolate's owner felt sorry for me and brought out salmon treats for me! Ahhh Heaven! Although Z was being a spoiled sport and saying that I'm fine and needed to be discipline by another dog anyway (what cow dung!). Then I go on to win the hearts of the two-leggeds by performing tricks for the treats! Hahahahahaha.. Two-leggeds are such sucker for tricks! A couple of "Give Paws", "Rollovers" and "Say Pleases" and I have them in the palm of my paw!

This is a photo of the adorable me resting at home after my ordeal!



From the comments of my previous post, Huskee ask if Z's phone bill have exploded yet (for those who are new to my bloggie, if you've read my earlier posting you'll understand why) and the answer is a BIG NO! Why you may ask and the answer is that Z and V ended up using this online service known as Skype which enables them to call each other and have video conference for free! Wonderful idea if I may say. (At this precise moment, Z is actually waiting for V to wake up so that she can Skype him, so I only have a small window of opportunity to blog)

That's all for today Dawggies! I'll post again as soon as possible!



Licks and Leaps
Hugo

My Second Award!

First and foremost I would like to thank my dawggie friend Gizmo for giving me this award! It such great fun and joy to have friends like all you dawgs around. It makes my life so much fun!

Here it is Ta Da~ The " I AM AN AWESOME BLOGGER FRIEND" Award!



I will like to pass this award to some of my other dawggie friends!

Tadpole
Sen and Tom
Girl Girl Hamster
Bentherotti
Lorenza
Desert Pups
Thor

*Beams*

On another note, Z has been promising to take me for a long walk but have yet to execute that promise so I decide to do some stuff to get her attention. I decide to eliminate by installment. Yes you heard me the first time, since I'm a house trained dawggie, I have my personal pee tray in the house so I dun have to hold it in when I want to do my business, and since its IN the house, the two-leggeds have to wash it everytime i poop. So to get their attention, I poop in installment, when they least expect it, in small small bits and eat my poop! Yes I love to eat my poop, i reckon its some type of delicacy! For some reason it drives the two-legged wild! *Hee Hee Hee* So far I have made them wash my pee tray at least 10 times and have managed to eat my poop only about 2! What an accomplishment.....



Licks and Leaps,
Hugo a.k.a The Poop Eater

I Love MILKBONES!

Very very much indeed. I'm obsessed with them, besotted, hooked, enthralled, snared! Okie you get my point.

THIS is the object of my Desire!

Introducing my beloved MILKBONE or more affectionately known as my "Bone Bone"!

One of my favourite chewing spot is on Z's bed, see how the green sheets bring out my gorgeous colour. So first I get myself comfy with Bone Bone.


Then I sniff it to make sure it IS my Bone Bone (you never know, it might be some weird toy/object masquerading as my Bone Bone)


Its Bone Bone time!


Stop it! I'm shy, why you keep taking my photo?


Alright that's it will you stop it already and let me chew in peace.




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Hugo a.k.a Bone Bone Lover

A Dog's Purpose

One of Z's two-legged friend sent this mail to us and I've given Z permission to post this inspirational story up on my blog, as a reminder to all two-leggeds as to how wonderful we dawggies are and to remind them to give us more treats!


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Hugo

A Dog's Purpose (from a 6-year old).

Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolf hound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle. I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home. As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience. The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker's family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what wa s going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away. The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker's Death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives. Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, 'I know why.' Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation. He said, 'People are born so that they can learn how to live a good Life -- like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?' The Six-year-old continued, 'Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long.'

Live simply.

Love generously.

Care deeply.

Speak kindly.

Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:

When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.

Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.

Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure Ecstasy..

Take naps.

Stretch before rising.

Run, romp, and play daily.

Thrive on attention and let people touch you.

Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.

On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.

On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.

When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.

Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.

Be loyal.

Never pretend to be something you're not.

If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.

When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.

ENJOY EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY!

I AM BACK!

Hey Dawggies,

First and foremost I must say a huge thank you to all the wonderful comments that you dawgs have left for us and sorry for not posting in such a long time. Z finally came back form her trip. (V has flown away, a few hours ago to LA California) And Z's back with some peace offering to appease my wounded little heart and for leaving me for such along time (Z - he was so upset he cried for a long time)

A bag of treats!



and... a Cuz toy!


I must say I really love the toy! It bouncy, its orange and it squeaks! I have been carrying it around the house the whole time. I guess I'll forgive her now that she's so nice to me (Z -yeah right you were so happy to see me your tail wont stop wagging), I am a very forgiving little dawg!



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Hugo

My Very First Award!

This is the first award that I have ever received in my entire life! I want to give a huge Thank You to The Desert Pups for giving this award to me. At this point in my life, given that my Z is so down, it is really a huge encouragement and a pleasant surprise. It really lifted Z's spirit and she even gave me extra belly rubs!

I will like to nominate the following dawggies and also a Big Thank You for all the encouragement, it really helps!

Sen and Tom
Huskee and Hershey
Girl Girl Hamster
Katie and Gizmo
Charlie
Tadpole
Angel T-Man

Here are the rules for these awards!
The winner can put the logo on his/her blog.
Link the person you received your award from.
Nominate seven other blogs.
Put links of those blogs on yours.
Leave a message on the blogs that you've nominated.

And Z would like to leave a word with all you wonderful dawggies out there.

Z - Firstly I would like to say thank you to all of you who have left me encouragement and word of advice, it is a very hard and trying time for me and I have to admit that I have neglected Hugo, but he has been good to me, playing with me still, wagging his tail and giving me kisses. I especially want to say a thank you to Huskee's Mom for her encouragement.


That's is all for this week, I won't be posting till next week at least as Z will be out of town with V for the weekend. See you when I see you!



Licks and Leaps,
Hugo

Of me and Z..

Hey Dawgies,

Z (and I) want to thank all of you for the encouragement that was given and that it really helped. She's calm down more now although she still hugged me and leak salty water, but i lick them away and she hugged me more and kissed me, so I guess I'm doing something right. She told me that V will be leaving soon (next week) and if i can just let her spent whatever remaining time she has with V, She'll be all mine after next week. I think its a pretty good trade off, although I would miss V too, he such a fun two-legged!

I won't be able to blog over the weekend as Z will be out of town with V. But rest assured that I will try to lift Z's spirit so that she'll bounce back and help me do my bloggie soon. Meanwhile I'll leave you with a video of a baby me "geraming" when I was younger. If you're wondering, geram means being frustrated over something (in this case my toys), Z was playing with me and V was the cameraman!



If you are wondering what's the shouting about at the end, its Z yelling at me cause I peed on the floor and V was so entralled by me that he forgot to continue aiming the camera at me.

Sad Z...

Hey Dawggies,

Sorry that I've not posted for a while Z had not been able to pull herself together to help me blog. There had been some terribly sad news for Z (and me as well) as V, her two-legged Beloved (I'm her OTHER beloved) will be going away to US for a year to work and to prepare for when Z goes over. So Z have been leaking lots and lots of salty water and in her words "falling apart" and "becoming a total wreak" whatever that means. I've tried to cheer her up by licking up her salty water and staying by her side, but she just hug me and cry some more. I wished that there's something I could do for her to make her feel better.

She's been with V for 4 years! (That's longer then I have been alive!) As much as they love each other, V says that he has to do this for their future. I'll miss him too, he's always a nice sport and I love nibbling and licking his ears cause he's so ticklish and have really soft soft ears (he's very ticklish so its very funny). I tried to play with him when he came to visit yesterday but he was very sad too and didn't want to play. I hope things can get better for them and that they'll be able to adjust to life without each other for a while (Z - Its not a while its an entire years, its so long..)

Meanwhile life has been dull for me since Z is busying leaking and haven't had the energy to play with me and I've been missing out on her love and treats (though I did get pineapples from Dad after dinner). All my dear dawggie friends, do help me to cheer them on (for my sake so that Z will go back to being herself)

I'll end here with a shot of us at a happier time.
(Before she starts leaking salty water)



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Hugo

Baby Hugo!

Here are some baby photos of me to show case to the world! I'm all out to induce Warm and Fuzzy Feelings in the hearts of all you dawggies (and two-leggeds) out there. Come and be captured by my Cuteness!

This is me, taken at the shop I was bought.
Me : Hmmm.. what's going on? Who re this two-leggeds?


This is me on my very first day home!
Me : Is that toy for me?


My first time in my cage, can you see my purple ball and chew bone?
Me: Are you going to play with me?


Playing with the purple ball, which is actually a fruit stuffie, passion fruit stuffie to be exact.
Me: Grrrrrrr.......


What a long day, its time to curl up for bed now.
Me: Zzzzzzzz....


Me asking to go out. Look how small I used to be, of cos I'm still small now.
Me: I'm awake now, you can let me out now.


As you can see from the photos, I was a very skinny puppy. I was coughing very badly when I first arrived and when Z brought me to the VET, I was diagnosed with scabies and had fluid in my lungs. I had to put on so much medication and test that Z was really worried. I used to have very bad coughs, especially at night, which resulted in me waking up every few minutes to cough my lungs out. Z could never bare to listen to me cough and to see me shivering in the dark alone. Z would come and lie beside me stroking me, comforting me and tell me its alright and slowly lulling me back to sleep. Once during a very bad bout of coughing she even squeeze herself into my cage to hold me till I felt better. So.... for the first time in my bloggie, instead of insulting Z I'm going to say it. I LOVE YOU Z! Thank you so much for being there for me!


Paw Script: I'll go back to insulting the two-legged in my next post.


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Hugo

Of Dog Talk during Dog Walk

Z brought me to the reservoir for a walk today and I must say I have a love-hate relationship with walks. Do not misunderstand me I LOVE walks its just that I hate the lease and collar that Z insist I wear. I mean what's up with that, I can't wander off to smell the flowers and must walk right beside her with her going "heel, Hugo, heel" and she tug at me if I don't. Sadness... But anyway that's beside the point. Every time I go for walks with Z, I'll hear other two-leggeds talking about me, and believe me some of the things they say are really insulting (and they all tend to revolve around just a few topics). Let me give you an re-enactment of 2 of the conversations I heard today.

Number1 : The "OH MY IS THAT A TOY?" Conversation

This conversation was heard between a group of Young Adolescence Male (YAM) who think that the bigger their muscles the more attractive they are. I seriously think that their muscles mass is inversely proportional to their brain mass. Anyway here is what happen.

YAM 1 : Wah look at that! It's a dog!
YAM 2: Really ah! I thought its a toy sia...
YAM 3: Dun be stupid la, toy how to bring for walk, run by battery izzit.
(followed by silly laughter)


DO I LOOK LIKE A TOY??? I ASK AGAIN DO I LOOK LIKE A TOY?

Sorry for my lost of control. Firstly I like to clarify that I am not a toy, for the love of all things good and tasty! I am very much alive thank you very much. You two-leggeds may think that its a compliment but its not! I do not like to be compared to an inanimate object. For all you non-singaporean dawgs out there its not that my english have sudden degraded but that is how most YAM converse. Confusing yes, irritating definitely. Moving on...

Number 2: The "WHAT DOG IS THAT?" Conversation

This was extracted from another group of youth, although not of the YAM variety.

Y 1: Ohhhh! So cute! Look at the dog!
Y 2: Yah hor, very cute I think its a poodle.
Y 3:No la, poodle dun look like that one.
Y 2: Yes la, its a poodle! You want to bet!
Y 3:Bet la! Its not a poodle I tell you , the hair not like that one.
(Once again, Excuse my English)

At this point of the conversation, Z decide to settle the dispute once an for all by turning around and smiling at them sweetly while saying "Yes its a poodle." That shut them up the nincompoos!We poodles are really a misunderstood lot I tell you. Just because we are not sporting the widely publicize show cuts does not make us any less a poodle. We've been stereotype! I blame mass media for spreading this mis-conception to all of the two-legged kind and also for thinking that all poodles are bimbos just because of the way we look. We are one of smartest dawgs in the world, second only to Border Collies. To all two-leggeds - STOP LOOKING AT US THROUGH COLOURED LENS!

And now back to more light-hearted stuff, friends (hopefully) of mine, Sen and Tom asked how do I keep myself cool in the blasted weather of Singapore. For all you dawgs who are not aware, singapore is a tropical country which means that we experience ONLY summer so its hot and its humid here all year round with no chance ever of getting any decent cool weather . Which is really a damper with all my luxurious curly fur(Hee Hee). (Z-Don't exaggerate, we've some pretty cool weather this last few weeks)

This is what I do.

I sit in front of a fan! See how my fur is being blown to one side, This is a excellent method to keep myself cool (because the AC is too high up). Notice how my windblown fur gives me a movie star kind look? Hee Hee Hee.. Although it also look like I'm going to be blown away as I'm leaning to the right.

And if the day got hotter and this fan is just not enough to keep me COOL (literally and figuratively)

See how I'm scowling at the camera, trying to give myself a brooding look AND to re-enforce my point to Z that i'm not cool enough.

I get Z to turn on a BIGGER Fan for me to sit infront of!

See I'm more satisfy now!

Weeeeee.... Look at my ear fly! Sorry for the bad lighting Z is quite a useless photographer.


So this just about wraps up my topic for now. That's all Folks (or Dawgs)!



Licks and Leaps
Hugo

Torture Devices!

I reckon its time I come clean with all you dawggies out there, I'm actually an abused puppy who is constantly living in fear! I am in constant danger of being subjected to cruelty and abuse and I live my life hanging on a balance every single day. If I were to incur the wrath of any of the two-leggeds in my house, I would be torture! HOW you would be wondering? What are these unspeakable acts that they dealt to this poor helpless puppy? (yes I am still considered a puppy the last time I checked, I'm still under 12 months)

I will now show you prove, concrete photographic evidences of the torture devices that they use on the poor poor me.

Number One: THE MUZZLE

This is the most frequently used torture device! They will force it on me while I kick and scream in defiance but because they are so much bigger I'll eventually succumbed to it. What's so scary about this is that it's an evil energy sucking device that saps my strength from me. The moment the two-leggeds put this on me, it'll sap all my strength and I'll just go limp and useless in their arms or feet or whatever body part I was resting on. Its scary I tell you, I'm sure there's some witchcraft involve, I wonder if I should hire an exorcist? Just because I eat some poop or bite the joss stick of Dad's alter doesn't mean they have to do this to me. I'm so restricted and terrorized!

Number Two: THE DUNGEON


Thankfully I have not been subjected to the dungeon in a while. When I was younger, during my house-breaking period, I was in and out of it a couple of times each day! It was terrifying! Imagine, you are a little pup stuck all alone in a dark and creepy place and the only sound you hear is a constant stream of "Baaaaaaaad Doggie, Baaaaaaaad Hugo" coming from the two-leggeds. Seriously I have been deeply traumatize because of this. I'm certain that I have been psychologically scarred from all the time spent in that dingy hole.

Number Three: THE LAMPSHADE


This is the least frequently used device. So far I have only been subjected to it once (thank the Dogs!) That was during one of my most humiliating experience when the two-leggeds have me de-balled! I had to keep it on for a week and let me tell you it was a constant torture! I can't eat, I can't drink, I can't sleep and most importantly I CAN'T SCRATCH! It was horrible! I shudder just thinking about it now and whenever I catch sight of it, I will shout at it till the cows come home, or till its out of my sight at least.

So there you go, you've all seen just some of the evil instruments that the horrid two-leggeds used to break me in. I am a broken dawg...


SOMEDAWGGY SAVE ME!


Scarred and Broken,
Hugo

Poodle Party

Last Sunday, I went to a Poodle Party with Z and her boyfriend call V (Thank You so much for helping Z to fix up my blog page I am sorry that my Z is such a useless two-legged I will reprimand her) Its a gathering held by members of Singapore Pets Channel, a forum where pet owner get together to exchange information about pet care and such. So here are some of the photos that Z took during the party.

This is Ollie a Black Standard Poodle, he's only 8 months old but look at how enormous he is! The two-leggeds were all calling him a Gentle Giant whatever that is..


The white dawg is Sora look at how small he is compared to Ollie! Of cos the whole time he was panicking and going "He's gonna eat me! He's gonna eat me! Help!" Jeez... Ollie just wanted to play.



This is the 3 of us on toilet bowls... The two-legged sure have a weird sense of humour..
(left to right: Bourbon, Me, Sora)
Bourbon kept trying to sniff my down there and I didn't like it ever since they remove my boy part. I've been feeling vulnerable.



This is a group shot of all of us who attend the party!
(left to right: Ollie, Bourbon, Me, Sora, Tuffy and Belle)
As you can see Sora was trying to stay as far away from Ollie as possible and since the two-leggeds couldn't get Ollie up on any toilet bowl cause he's so big and it might break (the toilet not Ollie), he get to keep his dignity, sit on the floor and just grace us with a head shot.



And last but not least, here's a pic of Tuffy asking me what frangance I'm using!



Tuffy: Hey you smell really great! What is that?
Hugo: Hugo For Men by Hugo Boss. *Tee Hee*


Overall, we had a fun day! Belle was such a sweetheart she was the only one who didn't annoy me and just came over to sniff me and wants to play. I think she likes me! *Beams* And then Sora had to go and hump her, what a perv! A perfect gentleman like me would never do that! (I'll ask for permission first) Oh well, till another day this is me signing off...


Hugo Out!

Fishy Memorial

Early this morning, Z's fighting fish Beethoven, my upstairs neighbour, went to fishy heaven (sounds like he went to some dubious place). She found him floating motionless on his usual sleeping spot behind his plant and realised that he had moved on.

Beethoven was a nice non invasive neighbour who just swim about happily doing his own thing. He was here much earlier then me (since last September) and has always been nice and polite inspite of his grumpy face. Here is a nice and handsome picture of him when he was younger!



(Z - I wil always remember him as the only one of my fighting fishes who will swim after his food pellet even if it has sunk to the bottom of his tank, the rest of my bettas would never chase after their food. He is also the only one who will consistently get his food stuck on his upper lip! You will be missed Beethovan!)


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Hugo

Monster? Me?

Z calls me a monster. So does Mum and Dad and GH. Even my PA calls me a monster. I mean what's up with that? I am such an angel (Z - yeah right and pigs can fly) and I always do things that makes them go "Wah so cute Hugo!" But why do they still call me a monster?

So in my defence, I shall try my up most best to prove that I am an angel and not a monster as those delusional two-legged thinks.

First of all, look at me, aren't you just mesmerize by mt BIG BIG eyes? I was just 3 months old then, don't I look so helpless and fragile? Hee Hee Hee



Then there is this one, which shows my angelic smile! *Beams*



And this which shows my very innocent face. How can you not love me?



To make it fair, Z force me (at risk of being put into THE DUNGEON) to put up 2 photos which she deems proves my monster-ness as a comparison and since I know that I am an angel and have nothing to hide, I will show it to prove me innocent.

This which in her opinion makes me look like something that crawl out from a swamp (Z - it looks like a doggy rendition of THE SWAMP THING)



And this. In my defence they were tickling me and I do have ticklish spots. I can't help it if my face looks funny. (Z - He looks like a deranged/rabid/demented/mental dog that is going to eat my fingers)




I still convinced that I'm an angel even with Z's supposed incrimination photos. What do you reckon?



Licks and Leaps
Hugo (The Angel)

Doggy Career (Part 1) - Be A Masseur!

So, I figured that I should start thinking about my career. Those two-leggeds in my house kept yakking about how much I am spending and how its important that I earn my keep so I have decided that I will grow up to be the best Doggy Masseur!

As You can see from the picture below, I have already started practicing my Z's belly when I was just 3 months old! (check out my bandage, I work with an injury, what a brave pup I tell you)



However my dream of becoming a professional doggy masseur came to an abrupt end the other day and its all Z's fault. See she said she was sick and being all useless around the house and even drag her big bed out to watch TV on MY living room floor and not only that, she even ask MY PA to help massage her. (Z - I was having a fever you twit).

So seeing that my PA wasn't doing a good enough job me, being the kind pup that I am, I reprimanded her and decided to show her the proper way to do it. Since I'm so small, I took a running start to land on a good spot on Z (I read somewhere about a-cute-puncture and something about landing on the right spot) and she being the weakling that she is yelled at me that it hurt and even gave me a scolding (Z - I pulled a muscle and you landed on it, its not as if you weigh nothing fat-face). Ungrateful two-leggeds I tell you!

As you can see, my budding massaging career came to an abrupt end because now Z went out to bad-mouth me and ruin my reputation. Sigh... What is a pup to do...



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Hugo

My Two-leggeds

I have decided to introduce the two-leggeds that lives in my house since they have been so kind as to set up this blog page for me so that I can be as funky as all the other doggy bloggers here!

First there is Z, who is my owner. I know many of you refer to your owners as mums but I will come to why I call her Z. Then there is Z's mother who I refer to as Mum (see my explanation is so quick) and Dad who is Z's dad and also GH who is Z's brother. I am treated as the youngest of the family so I get all the best stuff! (HEE HEE HEE). There is also Tina, the domastic helper who I refer to as my PA(personal assistant). She does most of my cleaning up for me and takes care of me when Z's not home. She's actually MY PA but I loan her to the two-leggeds sometimes. See how nice I am to them!

(Z - Since my Mum claimed the position of "mum" before me I just have to resign to being Hugo's elder sis.)

Well here is all for now, I shall leave you with this cute picture of me and my two-leggeds (PA on the left and Z on the right) You can see how Z holds me in her death grip head-lock, its totally unacceptable I tell you.




Licks and Leaps
Hugo

Yo, What's Up, Dawgs!

This is my first ever time writing a blog so I hope all you seniors out there will indulge and/or aid me in my new discovery of cyberspace!!!

Z(my two-legged) suggested that I should list down my party-killers so that all you pooches out there can know me better.


Full Name: Baby Hugo Monster Matakuching Loo
(I know its a super long name, but it pleases my two-leggeds so whatever)

Barkday: 02 February 2008
(I'm now 7 months and 7 days old)

Gender: Male
(unfortunately I have been de-balled BUT I was still born a boy)

Breed: Toy Poodle
(although I have grown pass 12 inches and should be considered a miniature)

Colour: Red

Favourite Colour: Bright Orange, Bright Red and Bright Yellow
(yes I like bright colours)

Favourite Food: Bananas, Apples, Biscuits and Yukult
(I absolutely love those, I will KILL to eat them!)

I guess that is all for now, I'll post up more stuff about my self and my very secret life soon! I do hope that I'll be able to make lots and lots of doggy friends soon! HEE HEE HEE (Z - Its not friends he wants it's much closer to victims)



Licks and Leaps
Hugo