tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88607133049186386202024-03-06T03:58:59.157+08:00The Secret Life of A Poodlestupid dog i amHugohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05821751534494040504noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8860713304918638620.post-20301089207423579912008-11-08T15:08:00.008+08:002008-11-17T19:58:08.354+08:00The O Incident!Hey Dawgs,<br /><br />From my previous post, You dawgs are probably wondering what is this O Incident? I will now give out the full name of the incident, it is <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">THE OIL DRINKING INCIDENT</span>! Yes you read it right the first time, I the pooped eater, urine drinker, tissue eater, underwear stealer have now added another name tot he list, oil drinker. Why you would think make me want to drink oil and what kind of oil is it exactly? Lets just say that I got curious about the nature of that yellow shiny liquid and decide to investigate and as to what kind of oil, I drank lamp oil, the kind that the two-legged use for the prayer alter.<br /><br />Z wasn't home when it happen and when Mom found me, I was covered in oil and have finished the entire bowl of oil, there was about half left. Mom went into a semi-hysteric and started phoning Z asking her what to do. Apparantly Z doesn't know what to do either so she rushed home to take me to the vet. At this point I was feeling quite happy with myself until I started feeling queasy and my stomach was rumbling. So I started drinking lots of water and puked up most of the oil, twice.<br /><br />Mom became fully hysteric when I refuse to eat my dinner. I mean I was still feeling oily and disgusted and the two-leggeds want me to eat? They are weird that way. So they pack me off to the clinic for a check up to make sure that I'm alright and when we arrive and they told the receptionist what I did, the vet came and advice that I be kept for observation and to be put on a IV drip because they do not know what other chemicals are present in the oil and if I'm affected I may get pancretitis. The problem is that at he clinic they do not have nurse who stay overnight and if I'm to be kept there I will be all alone at night. Z and my mom couldn't bare the thought of me being all alone so they pack me off to the Animal Hospital instead which have 24 hour care. When I arrive, the technicians shaved off some of my fur and then proceed to stick sharp objects into me! If cause I protested, very loudly and violently and Z who is also afraid of sharp objects didn't dare to look. They stole my blood and then I was put on a drip. Sigh... It was not a pleasant experience and the worst part was I refused to pee and kept holding in my pee, because I will only pee on my pee tray if it is inside my cage. Yes I am weird that way. I actually hold on to my pee till 11pm which is like about 6 hours before I finally relent and peed. At least the two-legged there were really nice to me, they played with me and kept me company. The down side is that my family is not there with me, I have sharp object stuck into me and the dreaded lampshade is back on because I attempted to remove the sharp object by myself!<br /><br />The vet told Z that she has seen worst cases, there was a Labrador who drank motor oil but thankfully he did not die from it! The next morning Z and my dad came to bring me home. The vet said that I was fine and just to bring me to the vet for a blood test in a few days to make sure there's nothign else wrong with me. Before I actaully went home, I was further subject to more torture in the form of ear cleaning and nail clipping. Jeeez.. This two-leggeds just don't know when to stop do they. To pay them back, I poo in the car on the way back, nice and oily poo. That kinda drove dad mad and Z frantic as she ended up having to clean up my oily poo and as a result both of us ended up with poo on our bodies. Haaa....<br /><br />Well, so that's the story of the <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">O Incident</span>. I was put on a special diet from the vet for 4 days and was not allowed any treats due to my weak stomach. The moral of the story is never to attempt to drink oil in any form least you'll be subjected to torture by sharp objects and a serious lack of treats. Here are some photos of me after I was brought home from the hospital.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha0CZ_Vv2WgQY_2QXoFZd_i8gH1sbyHcgerLI5sZCNfleH7vso9qAcX3-0GhY7R8WAxaWVZw_BpuyEdgrN9H88SUD0t6cGRjkyFU_r5trSyNb9iIR-GJSeVaOM0_aPhVVokV-6KPVQMn0/s1600-h/IMG_1338.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha0CZ_Vv2WgQY_2QXoFZd_i8gH1sbyHcgerLI5sZCNfleH7vso9qAcX3-0GhY7R8WAxaWVZw_BpuyEdgrN9H88SUD0t6cGRjkyFU_r5trSyNb9iIR-GJSeVaOM0_aPhVVokV-6KPVQMn0/s320/IMG_1338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269592019155476994" border="0" /></a><br />Argh!!! It itches! Get the bandage off me!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SSFaCJp7yII/AAAAAAAAAa4/Ml8CM_LDYCc/s1600-h/IMG_1347.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SSFaCJp7yII/AAAAAAAAAa4/Ml8CM_LDYCc/s320/IMG_1347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269592031998232706" border="0" /></a><br />Yes are you happy now that you've put it on me?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SSFaDdf6HsI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/qR8p0x76ouY/s1600-h/IMG_1369.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SSFaDdf6HsI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/qR8p0x76ouY/s320/IMG_1369.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269592054504758978" border="0" /></a><br />Yes I know, I have a very provocative way of sleeping.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SSFaCV77wXI/AAAAAAAAAbA/ewR00BgBh_8/s1600-h/IMG_1361.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SSFaCV77wXI/AAAAAAAAAbA/ewR00BgBh_8/s320/IMG_1361.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269592035294953842" border="0" /></a><br />The Two-leggeds find this funny, I can't understand why.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPmhfa7DN-5GV_qXVApY4m_dP_znWTf9TKHWB10Is2JPCF8bkC01X6Dy-NjUVcJ-7NqBBoWlrvi8aWzl9hrcx9OpVRmzzrIpDobQEIP5gAM0IDl8C65Lto0DtW0xfpRgEfF5a_ka3B8I4/s1600-h/IMG_1380.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPmhfa7DN-5GV_qXVApY4m_dP_znWTf9TKHWB10Is2JPCF8bkC01X6Dy-NjUVcJ-7NqBBoWlrvi8aWzl9hrcx9OpVRmzzrIpDobQEIP5gAM0IDl8C65Lto0DtW0xfpRgEfF5a_ka3B8I4/s320/IMG_1380.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269593070381083858" border="0" /></a><br />Please stop pointing that thing at me.<br /><br /><br />Z is in the midst of making the Christmas Cards for this year's exchange! She'll post up some prodeuctuion photos soon. Being the smart dawg that I am I have delegated all the work to Z, Since she's the one with who can safely handle all the tools. All of you wonderful dawgs who have been keeping up with my life's journey (although its still a relatively short one) will be recieving a card from me! I would like to thank all of you dawgs and cats in advance for taking time off to have a peek at my life. I would have like to sent to more of you but not all of my friends participated in the exchange. Till next time dawgs!<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">Licks and Leaps</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">Hugo</span>Hugohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05821751534494040504noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8860713304918638620.post-58486087948166232672008-11-07T15:21:00.002+08:002008-11-07T15:30:07.794+08:00I'm Still Alive!Hey Dawgs!<br /><br />I know I've been away for quite a while and frankly, I blame Z. She's been going around saying she's been too busy with work and making Christmas present for V and V's sister and making a birthday present for our dad (<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">Which may I add are ALL in December!</span>) that she hardly have time to help me update my bloggie. I mean what can be more interesting than helping me post my bloggie ? This two-legged really needs to set her priorities straight.<br /><br />Well I managed to bug her enough to at least type this short post to let all you guys know that I'm still alive and kicking, although due to a certain <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">O Incident</span> I nearly wasn't. Z promise she'll help me post abut the <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">O Incident</span> later when she gets back from work and to post some after pictures of he <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">O Incident</span>. Stay Tune!<br /><br />I promise to keep my two-legged in hand from now. Just because I slacked a bit they get complacent.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">Licks and Leaps</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">Hugo</span>Hugohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05821751534494040504noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8860713304918638620.post-85140801809930015902008-10-15T04:38:00.013+08:002008-10-15T06:12:36.529+08:00My Very First Tag!<span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Hey Dawgs!</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br />I've been tagged for the very first time my my pawsome friends </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://huskeeboy.blogspot.com/">Huskee & Hershey</a></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >. They have tagged me to play the 7x7 Tag. What I have to do is to give 7 answers to 7 questions, so here we go!</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br />7 Things I Plan To Do Before I Die!</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />1. Steal every single </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Socks</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" > in the house and make it Mine.</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />2. Be able to eat as much </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Poop</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" > as I want.</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />3. Destroy </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >The Muzzle</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" > so that it can never plague me again.</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />4. Eat all the </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Bananas</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" > I want.</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />5. Eat all the </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Peanut Butter</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" > I want</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />6. Have </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Milk</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" > anytime I want.</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />7. Be able to </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >sleep anyway I want at night</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >7 Things I Do Now!</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />1. Chew my </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Bone Bone</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >.</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />2. Run around the house madly with my </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Cuz Toy</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >.</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />3. Run around the house madly with my </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Kong Toy</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >4. Run around the house madly with my </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Sock</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >.</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />5. Kill Z's </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >bolster</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >.</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />6. Sleep on her </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >comforter</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >.</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />7. Sleep on </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Mom's Lap</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >.</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><br />7 Things I Can't Do!</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />1. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Pee on command</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >, I just do it when I feel like it.</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />2. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Stay still with a treat in front of me</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >. I know some dawggies who are capable of this miraculous feat.</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />3. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Be off lease</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >, Z thinks that I'll run everywhere but towards her (She just doesn't trust me and here we are talking about how its important to have trust in a relationship)</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />4. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Sleep out of my cage at nigh</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >t, cause I have a habit of biting the joss stick which pisses my Two-leggeds off.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >5. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Play Dead</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >. I keep confusing it with </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Roll Ove</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >r, I mean its about the same thing! A trick is a trick, give me the damn treats.</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />6. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Do a Bow</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >. Face it people, it sounds like </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Down</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" > even Z agrees with me.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >7. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Eat my poop</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >. I would love to do it, really but my Two-leggeds just refused to let me eat my poop.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><br />7 Things That Attract Me To The Opposite Sex!</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />1. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Smells</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" > like Milo ,my Childhood Playmate (Literally, we met when we are just puppies).</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />2. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Looks</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" > like Milo (pronounced </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Mee Low</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >)</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />3. </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Plays</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Chase </span></span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >with me</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >like Milo.</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />4. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Short</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" > like Milo (so I can run faster then her).</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />5. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Gentle</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" > like Milo (compare to me, Z thinks Milo's an Angel)</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />6. Play </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Bitey-Face</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" > with me like Milo.</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />7. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Walks</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" > like Milo (she looks cute with her little waddle)</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >7 Things I Say Most Often!</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />1. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Treats</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >! Give meTreats!</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />2. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Dinner</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >! Give me Dinner!</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />3. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Milk</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >! Give me Milk!</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />4. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Tissue</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >! I want to eat Tissue!</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />5. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Joss Stick</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >! Haa! Catch me if you can! Haa!</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />6. Wanna </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Chase me</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >? Come chase me!</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />7.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Feed Me</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >! I want to eat! Give me your Food!</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><br />7 Celebrities That I Admire!</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />1. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Pongo and Perdita from 101 Dalmatians</span>. Cause they are such loving dawgs who loves the other puppies eventhough they are not their own.</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />2. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Tramp from Lady and the Tramp</span>. Because he's such a streetwise and smart dawg.</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />3. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Simba form Lion King</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >. Cause he's fun and curious like me!</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />4. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Milo from The Mask</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >. Because according to Z he's so cute.</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />5. </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Frank the Pug from Man in Black</span><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >. Because he's just so weird and he speaks Two-Leggedish!</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />6. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Lassie</span>. Because of her loyalty towards her Two-Legged.</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />7. <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;">Samantha from I Am Legend</span>. Because she's willing to Die for her Two-Legged! Wow!</span> <span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><br />Whew, that took some time! I got hungry by the time i finish all the question and then I realised that there's actually only 6 questions. Hahaha.. The 7th Question must have gotten lost some where. Oh well, I now tag 7 of my dawggies pals to do this tag.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://sammie-s.com/boo/">Boo Casanova</a><br /><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://bentherotti.blogspot.com/">Bentherotti</a><br /><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://petitude.blogspot.com/">Gizmo</a><br /><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://tadpoleslifepond.blogspot.com/">Tadpole</a><br /><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://thepoupounette.blogspot.com/">Sen and Tom</a><br /><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://meupequenograndethor.blogspot.com/">Thor</a><br /><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://puppiesonhoadley.blogspot.com/">The Puppies of Hoadley Drive</a></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" >Licks and Leaps</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><br />Hugo</span>Hugohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05821751534494040504noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8860713304918638620.post-40089177048374589172008-10-14T02:05:00.011+08:002008-10-14T02:43:54.970+08:00The Perfect Halloween Fruit!Hey Dawgs (and Cats),<br /><br />Sorry for being away for so long. Z's excuse is she can't find time to help me blog even though she's <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">ALWAYS</span> in front of the computer. Anyway, I managed to put her through a guilt trip and here I am again to put up some more interesting stuff on my bloggie.<br /><br />Z has been cooking up something real yummy! A Fish Pie! Unfortunately I don't have a share in it because Z thinks it'll be too unhealthy for me!! I bet she just wants it all for herself. Here are some photos of it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpnnpVPMF0E13vb_cZrldw2FvMOcvWXaKiiQ9el9tT8T8kFRIAKN0T-gyEyXgWdh86FinwzaP_JFD0dCLMT8AGaSSC7x_wrlVWy9S2KnD7xnN88FPKIodlvN76vIu3oeFQwute2fXUpHw/s1600-h/IMG_1299.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpnnpVPMF0E13vb_cZrldw2FvMOcvWXaKiiQ9el9tT8T8kFRIAKN0T-gyEyXgWdh86FinwzaP_JFD0dCLMT8AGaSSC7x_wrlVWy9S2KnD7xnN88FPKIodlvN76vIu3oeFQwute2fXUpHw/s320/IMG_1299.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256703637919513346" border="0" /></a><br />This is what's inside of the pie before Z pours the cream over and add the mash potatoes. Cod, Steam Broccoli and Boiled Eggs cut into quarters.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwT_Bv5Kqke9ZszTf58wBeYXtrkVM5LnLbMWWD0WNRnFW-auNyISBoaZohEq78UcEbX5xKh22rzuXJbaCD_jD7ItTGWk0B7WQdkVa0T4x1WYBFOrjIXcHwUq5t8BNFSVH8_YmGGjR5tPA/s1600-h/IMG_1305.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwT_Bv5Kqke9ZszTf58wBeYXtrkVM5LnLbMWWD0WNRnFW-auNyISBoaZohEq78UcEbX5xKh22rzuXJbaCD_jD7ItTGWk0B7WQdkVa0T4x1WYBFOrjIXcHwUq5t8BNFSVH8_YmGGjR5tPA/s320/IMG_1305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256703642760200674" border="0" /></a><br />This is the end product after Z has taken a piece out of it. Argh!!! I wish i had a slice too.. What a meanie Z is.<br /><br />And while I was helping out Z to prepare the pie, I happen to peep into the fridge and guess what I saw? The Devil, in disguise as a Fruit!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitjKcky3YxORO6-8I_AHJpz1BB_ydYMIBedte-BGY0GmaFKVSmfPM8Nb8WbCCOvXOvQg2f_AeS-5YJJn76UQvHS4NLRquiOCg5dVD2PximamLNF1TBxf7vCkN-NOdGWSGAK0Fsp4PyeeE/s1600-h/IMG_1312.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitjKcky3YxORO6-8I_AHJpz1BB_ydYMIBedte-BGY0GmaFKVSmfPM8Nb8WbCCOvXOvQg2f_AeS-5YJJn76UQvHS4NLRquiOCg5dVD2PximamLNF1TBxf7vCkN-NOdGWSGAK0Fsp4PyeeE/s320/IMG_1312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256705509948345138" border="0" /></a><br />Argh!! Check out how freaky it is!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHz0cMFb2ey_wS1xKRCa_wuTOBDV6CerCZhbgqeSu2KpAbSVz5M-20-b7BMbF1Sbte3NA46oDWrjh30qcJOhchnVeGCPlJqyn-DrzFGwyWTNgjjcUbkth5ADKecfVWrI1bmQJybP1fUGU/s1600-h/IMG_1316.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHz0cMFb2ey_wS1xKRCa_wuTOBDV6CerCZhbgqeSu2KpAbSVz5M-20-b7BMbF1Sbte3NA46oDWrjh30qcJOhchnVeGCPlJqyn-DrzFGwyWTNgjjcUbkth5ADKecfVWrI1bmQJybP1fUGU/s320/IMG_1316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256705517517564834" border="0" /></a><br />Look at it! It has a face! Its as if someone cut off the heads of little devils and then mummified them into this!!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SPOR0L1xgGI/AAAAAAAAAZk/tTEi0BuQNOY/s1600-h/IMG_1314.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SPOR0L1xgGI/AAAAAAAAAZk/tTEi0BuQNOY/s320/IMG_1314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256705515789058146" border="0" /></a><br />We don't really celebrate Halloween over in Singapore, but can you imagine going for trick or treating and find one of this in your treat bag? Creepy....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJZ1grQVWtAJkE7iOt7fRfPnR5FIqEUuPNOpr1PNpuXSP1ZSP3g8zs-1IX2hkj3fsnbmLlJQiyK1JiYJaWnGac2nYDUQ3xp4iSJahEdAudxIGXS88CLdPoyHbArMl7HpHWypIjfCnTT14/s1600-h/IMG_1296.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJZ1grQVWtAJkE7iOt7fRfPnR5FIqEUuPNOpr1PNpuXSP1ZSP3g8zs-1IX2hkj3fsnbmLlJQiyK1JiYJaWnGac2nYDUQ3xp4iSJahEdAudxIGXS88CLdPoyHbArMl7HpHWypIjfCnTT14/s320/IMG_1296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256707288417816114" border="0" /></a><br />The weird Devil fruit frightened me so much I went to hide in Z's comforter. Maybe if I stay still the creepy Devil Fruit won't come and haunt me.<br /><br />Then it Z came to me and explain that its not heads of little mummified devils but they are actually some sort of a water chestnut that can only be bought around the Chinese Lunar 8 month! How weird is that!<br /><br />Oh Well.. Its just one of those great mysteries of life. I shouldn't ponder so much into it and just lie back and relax in Z's comforter. Heee....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFPBh9NLLUiL1kAojR8CwbCTGLJRy0DxN3aXaAThyphenhyphenID-6sL2PD4m4lkRyAFSEN3NoZuXpqWrLTeCkb08G5bbckVoIDQ6CtUeY2jweyTqrt5EOOqy_D3PnEofNcL6alsq_tk90-dbbyPBg/s1600-h/IMG_1295.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFPBh9NLLUiL1kAojR8CwbCTGLJRy0DxN3aXaAThyphenhyphenID-6sL2PD4m4lkRyAFSEN3NoZuXpqWrLTeCkb08G5bbckVoIDQ6CtUeY2jweyTqrt5EOOqy_D3PnEofNcL6alsq_tk90-dbbyPBg/s320/IMG_1295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256707285212312546" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">Licks and Leaps</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"><br />Hugo</span>Hugohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05821751534494040504noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8860713304918638620.post-30114685910863817612008-10-08T03:26:00.009+08:002008-10-08T04:03:09.144+08:00The Conniving Little Me!Hey Dawgs!<br /><br />Sorry for the lack of posting and its all Z's fault because she's too busy out working at a new part-time job, supposedly to earn money to go visit V in LA in December. And, that is if her Dad allows it. So anyway, I was complaining to her that since she works so much now, she has no time for the very important Me. I mean who am I to bully at home, and who is going to feed me treats and play with me. Our conversation went like this:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"><br />Hugo: You are working so much you hardly have time for me! What about me?</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"><br /><br />Z: Don't be silly Hugo, you still have 4 other people in the house for you to boss around.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"><br /><br />Hugo: But its not the same they don't bring me for walks!!</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"><br /><br />Z: As if you want to go for walks, the last time we went for a walk what happen? You took 5 steps then flop down onto your belly and refuse to walk and I have to physically pick you up. Oh and how many times you did that? At least 10! In like a 10 metres stretch of road!</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"><br /><br />Hugo: Hmmmm... I was eh just doing push ups, yup push up.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Z: Right.... </span><br /><br />That was the end of a rather disappointing act to get Z to spend more time with me. But the good thing is I've got my Mom (who is Z's Mom as well) wrap around my little paw (even Z agrees) and there's even pictures to proof how completely under my spell my Mom is. Jeez... This two-leggeds are so easy to win over sometimes.<br /><br /><br />This photos were taken on the same day which I did the "Push Up Stunt" and Mom wa so worried that there's sometihing wrong with me. Z decided to try and take me on a walk again, and at the very mention of the word "walk" this is what I did.<br /><br />I went to lie down beside my mom and gave her my paw, pretending to be pathetic.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzkaURc27y8hiivH6QR28qv6OTvpRRT_WdjjDO8FuY8OEPkRNhipNdXxSaLrB8ivj7kAeJ0e00Lk6cMyKYCDCjMFS3fM76dXCvYGugR6X4fYjXqHmjSatuLw91BBC5jXGGoqbUd2JticQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzkaURc27y8hiivH6QR28qv6OTvpRRT_WdjjDO8FuY8OEPkRNhipNdXxSaLrB8ivj7kAeJ0e00Lk6cMyKYCDCjMFS3fM76dXCvYGugR6X4fYjXqHmjSatuLw91BBC5jXGGoqbUd2JticQ/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254500230628004290" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Mom: Why? Whta's wrong baby? Your paw pain pain izzit?</span><br /><br />She fell for it! I lifted my head and gave Z a smug look. Hah!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRTRffYbs7dDF1hVDHnRatjxEAR0HRq_TcymwwyZ3FrRn0HMrgo4kyENaivNr26uVnWH_movrbY8IqkmJfsvLsz_6ogwqOQbWibv87Z06NGaugWmj2y1mFyDosC8YzRkgAckqSRG8vkoU/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRTRffYbs7dDF1hVDHnRatjxEAR0HRq_TcymwwyZ3FrRn0HMrgo4kyENaivNr26uVnWH_movrbY8IqkmJfsvLsz_6ogwqOQbWibv87Z06NGaugWmj2y1mFyDosC8YzRkgAckqSRG8vkoU/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254500231681632706" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Mom: You okie already baby? Want to go for a walk?</span><br /><br />Ohhh.. Almost blew it by trying to be smug, better lie low and act pathetic.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHGZ-vUbeGrrvmtWh-EmeD0A5GFZ0u7qZa0-gQ1VjaulfZKLGQHX3tj17EyiFNSKmX0_G-NV3zg9hHOrTBgnsqpl3WHJm6eJj8AlNVJH8xQGx3ndcMbxJ2xyOJGx9HMNQgutjOzuGLGXk/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHGZ-vUbeGrrvmtWh-EmeD0A5GFZ0u7qZa0-gQ1VjaulfZKLGQHX3tj17EyiFNSKmX0_G-NV3zg9hHOrTBgnsqpl3WHJm6eJj8AlNVJH8xQGx3ndcMbxJ2xyOJGx9HMNQgutjOzuGLGXk/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254500235330404578" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Mom: Its okie baby, Mummy sayang you..</span><br /><br />Sneaking a peek at Z to make sure that she's not trying anything funny.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3g1v1RQIplnWT6NUfK9zkcqesJytd4bwWdtQvtqVrXGLMfDLO1Ustr2Q0CIrG5ioOL9cz9muiF8njwyFHZ4YtRFgCZRWCJP5BhIAj4W73GtD5nSF0Q0es3LfrWa7Nq4bj4pC0kKmCmVI/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3g1v1RQIplnWT6NUfK9zkcqesJytd4bwWdtQvtqVrXGLMfDLO1Ustr2Q0CIrG5ioOL9cz9muiF8njwyFHZ4YtRFgCZRWCJP5BhIAj4W73GtD5nSF0Q0es3LfrWa7Nq4bj4pC0kKmCmVI/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254500237982436242" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Pretending to be pathetic has its advantages, I get a good massage from my Mom!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJEPZCy28vtOWWRRvO9_iQvuBJT3cuojQjwfjVxr5CZ3fs_SqWXmxtHVJWnhzHd8hfS0THytt2bt1mJyKSkB7sewPzESbCgtWTFZSIQIt24fPji_4L6DOsRq7eABLtnXLPycq1f9BiMuU/s1600-h/7.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJEPZCy28vtOWWRRvO9_iQvuBJT3cuojQjwfjVxr5CZ3fs_SqWXmxtHVJWnhzHd8hfS0THytt2bt1mJyKSkB7sewPzESbCgtWTFZSIQIt24fPji_4L6DOsRq7eABLtnXLPycq1f9BiMuU/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254501402676149058" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">Mom: Mummy massage your head for you.</span><br /><br />Don't you all just love my cute little smile? My mom loves it when I smile at her!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SOu9MLhhW_I/AAAAAAAAAYc/juR77al65ZM/s1600-h/8.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SOu9MLhhW_I/AAAAAAAAAYc/juR77al65ZM/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254501407207283698" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">Mom: So cute, you smiling at Mummy?</span><br /><br />Hee Hee Hee, My Mom has completely fallen for my superb acting. I should win an award for this!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDUaDzTWIdOCIeILd_yp0RIQjnyBmaXMhRhqsso3xewneNZVqJgKW2EnZ1DWLixe7osyjc_UXnR4hBF7L61YWsqIEuIvOBaAJ7oe-cXGpJ230duKU0Y0mVGxbZh0SM2-F97MV7wSGz9Og/s1600-h/9.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDUaDzTWIdOCIeILd_yp0RIQjnyBmaXMhRhqsso3xewneNZVqJgKW2EnZ1DWLixe7osyjc_UXnR4hBF7L61YWsqIEuIvOBaAJ7oe-cXGpJ230duKU0Y0mVGxbZh0SM2-F97MV7wSGz9Og/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254502638965591170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />All this acting is making me sleepy....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SOu-UHGP9CI/AAAAAAAAAYs/74dJTVYX13o/s1600-h/10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SOu-UHGP9CI/AAAAAAAAAYs/74dJTVYX13o/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254502642969736226" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />As I lie there, I contemplated getting into the show Business and have a career as a Professional Actor.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SOu-UdJlgFI/AAAAAAAAAY0/TFQU6KTfuL0/s1600-h/11.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SOu-UdJlgFI/AAAAAAAAAY0/TFQU6KTfuL0/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254502648889311314" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Then I realised that its just too much work, being an amateur gets me my treats and massages as well. All this acting is tiring, I should go for a nap now...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SOu-UaW7lNI/AAAAAAAAAY8/oMhje8LR8ys/s1600-h/12.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SOu-UaW7lNI/AAAAAAAAAY8/oMhje8LR8ys/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254502648139977938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">Licks and Leaps</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">Hugo</span>Hugohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05821751534494040504noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8860713304918638620.post-60695566123369790322008-10-04T20:44:00.018+08:002008-10-05T23:49:50.283+08:00My Eventful Day<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">I'm now officially 8 months and 2 days old!</span><br /><br />So here I was enjoying myself on Z's bed when suddenly, Z turn to be me and say <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">"Hugo! Let's go for your grooming!"</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiku4h9WYe4-vtsZQitIOSUs6DkcqjLJA6yLd7Ukjd2oWyO0XOTuxWe7ViiI0lrWjBXqosC-nD2QQAZeRA7yel8mc4NJWITmsijjcqzK3YLR_ID54vr-u7wLIpH70Yujfyh79T2j0gJxIQ/s1600-h/IMG_1229.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiku4h9WYe4-vtsZQitIOSUs6DkcqjLJA6yLd7Ukjd2oWyO0XOTuxWe7ViiI0lrWjBXqosC-nD2QQAZeRA7yel8mc4NJWITmsijjcqzK3YLR_ID54vr-u7wLIpH70Yujfyh79T2j0gJxIQ/s320/IMG_1229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253280164161456674" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">Huh?</span><br /><br />Grooming? What grooming why wasn't I informed of this. I must say I hate grooming, really really dislike it. Because I have to be motionless and have strange people handling me. I hate it. I'm a really sensitive dawg you know.<br /><br />So they pack me off in my bag and then Z decide to take a photo of me and my PA cause she aid I looked very funny in my too small bag!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SOdm-cwYosI/AAAAAAAAAWM/eAPYSqMLD6o/s1600-h/IMG_1240.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SOdm-cwYosI/AAAAAAAAAWM/eAPYSqMLD6o/s320/IMG_1240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253280713408029378" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We got into a cab, and arrived at the groomers (urgh..). As I've told you before I'm really sensitive so when they groomer was grooming me, I got worried and snapped at her. That resulted in both Z and the groomer telling me I'm a bad boy. I'm sorry that I'm afraid of pain (even if its one of those almost not painful kinda pain, especially if its inflicted by two-leggeds)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SOdnoxjwN2I/AAAAAAAAAWU/F8uw6d414dY/s1600-h/IMG_1243.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SOdnoxjwN2I/AAAAAAAAAWU/F8uw6d414dY/s320/IMG_1243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253281440546699106" border="0" /></a><br />This was me before grooming. You can see how much fur I've accumulated!<br /><br />While I was getting tortured, there's a maltese who was completelyun aware of my pique. Look at how deeply asleep this dawg is. Her tongue was sticking out!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SOdpHsCDm3I/AAAAAAAAAWs/z_kUnVbstJM/s1600-h/IMG_1245.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SOdpHsCDm3I/AAAAAAAAAWs/z_kUnVbstJM/s320/IMG_1245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253283071150758770" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />This is me at home, after 3 hours of standing up and not moving. All that to make the two-leggeds happy. Jeez...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SOdqAeVk6wI/AAAAAAAAAW8/taW81OxVKeE/s1600-h/After+grooming.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SOdqAeVk6wI/AAAAAAAAAW8/taW81OxVKeE/s320/After+grooming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253284046727080706" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And because Z felt bad for having made me stand still for so long, so got these for me! Yipppie! More treats are always welcome.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik3tMuAaRQoElIGWSaC4u36c8wH_c8I0LQTAB6Itio5OBTdSJoSIggymTEiJQ1919YAbpeo4CgtDFaXnkvXBIMR8uHIjrAZkpdtcut7nqr1PCeqx3mZ3mP8GCgfInqRp3t-kN9wVYxcOU/s1600-h/IMG_1248.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik3tMuAaRQoElIGWSaC4u36c8wH_c8I0LQTAB6Itio5OBTdSJoSIggymTEiJQ1919YAbpeo4CgtDFaXnkvXBIMR8uHIjrAZkpdtcut7nqr1PCeqx3mZ3mP8GCgfInqRp3t-kN9wVYxcOU/s320/IMG_1248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253284581425453874" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Z also decide to change to a bigger collar for me. It seems I've grown too big for my little blue one, so Z upgraded me to a bigger Red Collar, which according to her, compliments my fur.<br />What do you Dawgs reckon?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SOdrbL4sbmI/AAAAAAAAAXM/kbRGahfMUu4/s1600-h/new+collar.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SOdrbL4sbmI/AAAAAAAAAXM/kbRGahfMUu4/s320/new+collar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253285605142195810" border="0" /></a><br />Sorry for the bad photo, this was the only one that Z was able to take, because apparantly I move too much.<br /><br />Here I am back on Z's bed getting my well-deserved rest.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SOdscnQFo2I/AAAAAAAAAXU/l99Ld3w0Pns/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SOdscnQFo2I/AAAAAAAAAXU/l99Ld3w0Pns/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253286729179571042" border="0" /></a><br />Falling Asleep......<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SOdscxbtmWI/AAAAAAAAAXc/xg2J8t8plNc/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SOdscxbtmWI/AAAAAAAAAXc/xg2J8t8plNc/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253286731912681826" border="0" /></a><br />Zzzzzzzzz......<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">Licks and Leaps</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">Hugo</span>Hugohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05821751534494040504noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8860713304918638620.post-12318975448841905022008-09-30T23:37:00.007+08:002008-10-01T00:04:47.771+08:00I'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.<br /><br />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!<br /><br />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)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji7qDCzRuw2GcMyMoVAK9yNSUNBl7bgi-0JdYrNrgbRkixjnyLreMqqg4w7O2415Eqfdow5kcxdfT6i1Y4AARwTIdyYPepXxafsgdgcvDH2wUCfoaQZyggtIoxU86hXChU5o9dY-n53Gg/s1600-h/Jack_Russell_Sophie.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji7qDCzRuw2GcMyMoVAK9yNSUNBl7bgi-0JdYrNrgbRkixjnyLreMqqg4w7O2415Eqfdow5kcxdfT6i1Y4AARwTIdyYPepXxafsgdgcvDH2wUCfoaQZyggtIoxU86hXChU5o9dY-n53Gg/s320/Jack_Russell_Sophie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251841938393968914" border="0" /></a><br /><br />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!<br /><br />This is a photo of the adorable me resting at home after my ordeal!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SOJLnUCKuaI/AAAAAAAAAV8/CK7dNgcSygA/s1600-h/IMG_1198.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SOJLnUCKuaI/AAAAAAAAAV8/CK7dNgcSygA/s320/IMG_1198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251843254232201634" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />From the comments of my previous post, <a href="http://huskeeboy.blogspot.com/">Huskee</a> 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)<br /><br />That's all for today Dawggies! I'll post again as soon as possible!<br /><br /><br /><br />Licks and Leaps<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">Hugo</span><br /><br /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Windows/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" />Hugohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05821751534494040504noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8860713304918638620.post-6794905534261154392008-09-28T16:55:00.004+08:002008-09-28T17:13:32.850+08:00My Second Award!First and foremost I would like to thank my dawggie friend <a href="http://petitude.blogspot.com/">Gizmo</a> 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!<br /><br />Here it is Ta Da~ The <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">" I AM AN AWESOME BLOGGER FRIEND"</span> Award!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SN9G_X8C49I/AAAAAAAAAVU/6CAFGxrqS1w/s1600-h/Ettarose__green_badgeaward_Mike.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SN9G_X8C49I/AAAAAAAAAVU/6CAFGxrqS1w/s320/Ettarose__green_badgeaward_Mike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250993745108853714" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I will like to pass this award to some of my other dawggie friends!<br /><br /><a href="http://tadpoleslifepond.blogspot.com/">Tadpole</a><br /><a href="http://thepoupounette.blogspot.com/">Sen and Tom</a><br /><a href="http://fubearbear.blogspot.com/">Girl Girl Hamster</a><br /><a href="http://bentherotti.blogspot.com/">Bentherotti</a><br /><a href="http://eldiariodelorenza.blogspot.com/">Lorenza</a><br /><a href="http://lifeinsidethefence.blogspot.com/">Desert Pups</a><br /><a href="http://meupequenograndethor.blogspot.com/">Thor</a><br /><br />*Beams*<br /><br />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.....<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Licks and Leaps,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"><br />Hugo </span>a.k.a <span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">The Poop Eater</span></span>Hugohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05821751534494040504noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8860713304918638620.post-38886906879495586922008-09-26T14:18:00.002+08:002008-09-26T14:19:47.133+08:00I Love MILKBONES!Very very much indeed. I'm obsessed with them, besotted, hooked, enthralled, snared! Okie you get my point.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">THIS</span> is the object of my <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">Desire</span>!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxeOMXVUBo5pacS5JuqGgRfVB8IN6QhdYNVufwVSVbXjojA_pkLjJfNkGgPm8KtBQg3qLyJNpVxJ2Plg7VZnD32zr3wotZP94WgjtC7uWWNVkd8OZu5OZpIcdzOQQGY5_ycF62jkfd1FA/s1600-h/IMG_1180.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxeOMXVUBo5pacS5JuqGgRfVB8IN6QhdYNVufwVSVbXjojA_pkLjJfNkGgPm8KtBQg3qLyJNpVxJ2Plg7VZnD32zr3wotZP94WgjtC7uWWNVkd8OZu5OZpIcdzOQQGY5_ycF62jkfd1FA/s320/IMG_1180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249882615634752594" border="0" /></a><br />Introducing my beloved <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">MILKBONE</span> or more affectionately known as my <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">"Bone Bone"</span>!<br /><br />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.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SMrXKVOrCbI/AAAAAAAAAS4/5Uh8KkUNJKw/s1600-h/IMG_0831.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SMrXKVOrCbI/AAAAAAAAAS4/5Uh8KkUNJKw/s320/IMG_0831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245241288523712946" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Then I sniff it to make sure it <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">IS</span> my Bone Bone (you never know, it might be some weird toy/object masquerading as my Bone Bone)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYXqAv8oKKNv23UtBWwzF6f78YrdwLMi79tWNV0hm6POeV9ND28NMzh9atOQ-Z4AR_VJ1b3CS8NvB-BbMBMqLyzzTJV1BjcppDmsPWF7-vPZ-J4TNFBkEWqXoxjWTbyVHlf_c3vrZWeqA/s1600-h/IMG_0836.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYXqAv8oKKNv23UtBWwzF6f78YrdwLMi79tWNV0hm6POeV9ND28NMzh9atOQ-Z4AR_VJ1b3CS8NvB-BbMBMqLyzzTJV1BjcppDmsPWF7-vPZ-J4TNFBkEWqXoxjWTbyVHlf_c3vrZWeqA/s320/IMG_0836.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245244541408326274" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Its Bone Bone time!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SMrZGtWLynI/AAAAAAAAATI/19-p5Z-592g/s1600-h/IMG_0834.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SMrZGtWLynI/AAAAAAAAATI/19-p5Z-592g/s320/IMG_0834.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245243425301449330" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Stop it! I'm shy, why you keep taking my photo?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SMrZrIvsf1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/Crtbzc3ODr4/s1600-h/IMG_0835.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SMrZrIvsf1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/Crtbzc3ODr4/s320/IMG_0835.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245244051131498322" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Alright that's it will you stop it already and let me chew in peace.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhraf7QcYfWqhjrRglR7oFjh7s29DeK-pcslcCMJglkQT8JZAW-f206OO606Jrzbg097hRJB6tzVzDyEs-12KUe5-CdQDsZ3PHGX6YfPi82KFThXrphK1sJWsye3A5qWVnqM8S9w0aRZo/s1600-h/IMG_0832.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhraf7QcYfWqhjrRglR7oFjh7s29DeK-pcslcCMJglkQT8JZAW-f206OO606Jrzbg097hRJB6tzVzDyEs-12KUe5-CdQDsZ3PHGX6YfPi82KFThXrphK1sJWsye3A5qWVnqM8S9w0aRZo/s320/IMG_0832.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245242911911985362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Licks and Leaps<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">Hugo</span> a.k.a <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">Bone Bone Lover</span></span>Hugohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05821751534494040504noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8860713304918638620.post-24950111065945651672008-09-25T22:26:00.013+08:002008-09-25T23:51:48.119+08:00A Dog's Purpose<div> <div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">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!</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br />Licks and Leaps<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">Hugo<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><p style="margin-right: 3cm;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" ><b><i><u><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Tahoma;" >A Dog's Purpose</span></span></u></i></b></span><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:black;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Tahoma;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"> (from a 6-year old).</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">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. </span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">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. </span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">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. </span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">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. </span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">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.' </span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation. </span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">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.'</span></span></span><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:blue;" ><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"> </span></span><span style=";font-family:T ahoma;font-size:85%;color:black;" ><span style="color:black;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style=";font-family:T ahoma;font-size:85%;color:blue;" ><span style="color:blue;"></span></span></p></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:black;" ><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">Live simply.</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;" ><span style="font-family:Arial;"> </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:black;" ><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /><br />Love generously.<br /><br />Care deeply.<br /><br />Speak kindly.<br /><br />Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:<br /><br />When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.<br /><br />Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.</span></span> <p style="margin-right: 3cm; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Tahoma;">Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure Ecstasy..<br /><br />Take naps.</span></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br /></span></span><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br />Stretch before rising.<br /><br />Run, romp, and play daily.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /><br />Thrive on attention and let people touch you.<br /><br />Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.<br /><br />On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.<br /><br />On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.<br /><br />When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.<br /><br />Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.<br /><br />Be loyal.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br /><br />Never pretend to be something you're not.<br /><br />If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.<br /><br />When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently. </span></span><span style=";font-family:Tahom a;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:Tahoma;"><br />ENJOY EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY!</span></span></p></div>Hugohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05821751534494040504noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8860713304918638620.post-59234113608040377762008-09-25T16:44:00.008+08:002008-09-25T17:08:14.352+08:00I AM BACK!Hey Dawggies,<br /><br />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 (<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Z - he was so upset he cried for a long time</span>)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">A bag of treats!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SNtRSLGuSCI/AAAAAAAAAU8/D19Vu4IePrQ/s1600-h/IMG_1178.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SNtRSLGuSCI/AAAAAAAAAU8/D19Vu4IePrQ/s320/IMG_1178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249879163290929186" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;">and... a Cuz toy!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SNtSD5VNEGI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Mmr714IxEjI/s1600-h/IMG_1179.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SNtSD5VNEGI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Mmr714IxEjI/s320/IMG_1179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249880017513287778" border="0" /></a><br /><br />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 (<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Z -yeah right you were so happy to see me your tail wont stop wagging</span>), I am a very forgiving little dawg!<br /><br /><br /><br />Licks and Leaps<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">Hugo</span>Hugohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05821751534494040504noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8860713304918638620.post-14672589572594769572008-09-18T04:07:00.013+08:002008-09-19T03:32:47.263+08:00My Very First Award!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTLsdDGPGKEj-muW3VGaYyJ-ZKox0CF_GI6KVRa9xF9aVFmbs5fmhfuDypzUzPErgMX7ndC2GE3x0EmbH_BebeHkHSJl7vWbL1jeD-hVh5uxzbmfZrEnzZozlmmF6LOVTJ1nVZ0flB-yg/s1600-h/love+your+blog+award.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTLsdDGPGKEj-muW3VGaYyJ-ZKox0CF_GI6KVRa9xF9aVFmbs5fmhfuDypzUzPErgMX7ndC2GE3x0EmbH_BebeHkHSJl7vWbL1jeD-hVh5uxzbmfZrEnzZozlmmF6LOVTJ1nVZ0flB-yg/s320/love+your+blog+award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247413347574259842" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">This is the first award that I have ever received in my entire life! I want to give a huge </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >Thank You</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> to </span><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://lifeinsidethefence.blogspot.com/">The Desert Pups</a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> 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!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I will like to nominate the following dawggies and also a </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:times new roman;" >Big Thank You</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> for all the encouragement, it really helps!</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://thepoupounette.blogspot.com/">Sen and Tom</a><br /><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://huskeeboy.blogspot.com/">Huskee and Hershey</a><br /><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://fubearbear.blogspot.com/">Girl Girl Hamster</a><br /><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://petitude.blogspot.com/">Katie and Gizmo</a><br /><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://charliegolden.blogspot.com/">Charlie</a><br /><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://tadpoleslifepond.blogspot.com/">Tadpole</a><br /><a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://preciouspoodle.blogspot.com/">Angel T-Man</a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><strong>Here are the rules for these awards!<br />The winner can put the logo on his/her blog.<br />Link the person you received your award from.<br />Nominate seven other blogs.<br />Put links of those blogs on yours.<br />Leave a message on the blogs that you've nominated.</strong></span></span><br /><br />And Z would like to leave a word with all you wonderful dawggies out there.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">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.</span><br /><br /><br />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!<br /><br /><br /><br />Licks and Leaps,<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">Hugo</span><br /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Windows/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" />Hugohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05821751534494040504noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8860713304918638620.post-41997863979526669182008-09-18T04:07:00.008+08:002008-09-18T04:20:46.965+08:00Of me and Z..Hey Dawgies,<br /><br />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!<br /><br />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 <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">"geraming"</span> when I was younger. If you're wondering, <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">geram</span> means being frustrated over something (in this case my toys), Z was playing with me and V was the cameraman!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZgToa_dEs-0&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZgToa_dEs-0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />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.Hugohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05821751534494040504noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8860713304918638620.post-60972626715266863952008-09-17T00:54:00.007+08:002008-09-17T01:27:22.611+08:00Sad Z...Hey Dawggies,<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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 (<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Z - Its not a while its an entire years, its so long..</span>)<br /><br />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)<br /><br />I'll end here with a shot of us at a happier time.<br />(Before she starts leaking salty water)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi20WbvQSMKDxs8WubGLFSzegRLvfE1hO4u62DxM0PTMflQPrGA74V2ShnrCgUunNu8UtJc8P8GEbx9oQ5JKWVydxfW7e2gpFp1V33RBz1nT3IjtnUuXMMrBjkOBNUXdD9zRZHFLAM-Y3M/s1600-h/MenH1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi20WbvQSMKDxs8WubGLFSzegRLvfE1hO4u62DxM0PTMflQPrGA74V2ShnrCgUunNu8UtJc8P8GEbx9oQ5JKWVydxfW7e2gpFp1V33RBz1nT3IjtnUuXMMrBjkOBNUXdD9zRZHFLAM-Y3M/s320/MenH1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246671236669503042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Licks and Leaps<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Hugo</span>Hugohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05821751534494040504noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8860713304918638620.post-56960074109720217442008-09-13T05:22:00.015+08:002008-09-15T03:01:44.919+08:00Baby Hugo!Here are some baby photos of me to show case to the world! I'm all out to induce <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">Warm and Fuzzy Feelings</span> in the hearts of all you dawggies (and two-leggeds) out there. Come and be captured by my <span style="font-weight: bold;">Cuteness</span>!<br /><br />This is me, taken at the shop I was bought.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Me</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"> : Hmmm.. what's going on? Who re this two-leggeds?</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlAmhu9Oku4KcvwK7_7UvpYQ6OZeTvRX49jUdFnXsxlrWHi4kSG0tJk6XceCFzNjjXhyUk-VJ4Js3z_MuYXCyGo6f2i1MLyrSRAy7508yBi4HBd7qeEsMQopN0jPMaVyTVKN4lptVvbfY/s1600-h/Hugo+%28carried%29.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlAmhu9Oku4KcvwK7_7UvpYQ6OZeTvRX49jUdFnXsxlrWHi4kSG0tJk6XceCFzNjjXhyUk-VJ4Js3z_MuYXCyGo6f2i1MLyrSRAy7508yBi4HBd7qeEsMQopN0jPMaVyTVKN4lptVvbfY/s320/Hugo+%28carried%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245249574436430322" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is me on my very first day home!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Me</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"> : Is that toy for me?</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgURoGvadSDj_IcXMp9jJRe-TcCXpbJPD3vGzGhsJmMuukoFwUI_UDUIqcfcTR3mWFWpGfwbBJPHx-wZGf1diL-7bq42PCLIZYZ0z1QsLshxyouLhcj8GWN6Oq4Qha7U-onK-kwBNUBLl0/s1600-h/Blurred.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgURoGvadSDj_IcXMp9jJRe-TcCXpbJPD3vGzGhsJmMuukoFwUI_UDUIqcfcTR3mWFWpGfwbBJPHx-wZGf1diL-7bq42PCLIZYZ0z1QsLshxyouLhcj8GWN6Oq4Qha7U-onK-kwBNUBLl0/s320/Blurred.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245249202746807490" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My first time in my cage, can you see my purple ball and chew bone?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Me</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">: Are you going to play with me?</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgk_nMCn06gf11kfC5gsWkie2BouoCnKLrr8PU2OXwNQtus-hHAjSUqj6eIkgeSc1_FtqshC6BQpMwHaVJf0Qq_oRRi02nceVhmPe00raKQgqLVh2CoHZoK7O9ziaActs4rOp4fjA6x-8/s1600-h/Come+Play.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgk_nMCn06gf11kfC5gsWkie2BouoCnKLrr8PU2OXwNQtus-hHAjSUqj6eIkgeSc1_FtqshC6BQpMwHaVJf0Qq_oRRi02nceVhmPe00raKQgqLVh2CoHZoK7O9ziaActs4rOp4fjA6x-8/s320/Come+Play.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245250353538478610" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Playing with the purple ball, which is actually a fruit stuffie, passion fruit stuffie to be exact.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Me</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">: Grrrrrrr.......</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SMrhZyYkNcI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HTXrfTJz6X8/s1600-h/My+Toy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SMrhZyYkNcI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HTXrfTJz6X8/s320/My+Toy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245252549164152258" border="0" /></a><br /><br />What a long day, its time to curl up for bed now.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Me</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">: Zzzzzzzz....</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrx1fQ5FnNRaW0h0t8aL4u8pqlfKW6IytX_WWmiBQzeYg9vEVv7DlbLFJsJquLia66jly6NVWeLIN3iTsL0YyGt5MiYQQQYz5u00oOiOAuxXm1b-P0ldYEtLE33e4w6vpPixEx4pDNLWA/s1600-h/Sleeping+1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrx1fQ5FnNRaW0h0t8aL4u8pqlfKW6IytX_WWmiBQzeYg9vEVv7DlbLFJsJquLia66jly6NVWeLIN3iTsL0YyGt5MiYQQQYz5u00oOiOAuxXm1b-P0ldYEtLE33e4w6vpPixEx4pDNLWA/s320/Sleeping+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245251045688212082" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Me asking to go out. Look how small I used to be, of cos I'm still small now.<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me</span>: I'm awake now, you can let me out now.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SMrgpHNu5lI/AAAAAAAAAUA/i11ZxC3R1kA/s1600-h/Let+me+out.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SMrgpHNu5lI/AAAAAAAAAUA/i11ZxC3R1kA/s320/Let+me+out.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245251712942270034" border="0" /></a><br /><br />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. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I LOVE YOU Z</span>! Thank you so much for being there for me!<br /><br /><br />Paw Script: I'll go back to insulting the two-legged in my next post.<br /><br /><br />Licks and Leaps<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Hugo</span>Hugohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05821751534494040504noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8860713304918638620.post-19270394827141599532008-09-12T19:39:00.016+08:002008-09-13T05:18:54.155+08:00Of Dog Talk during Dog WalkZ 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 <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">LOVE</span> 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.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Number1</span> : <span style="font-weight: bold;">The</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">"OH MY IS THAT A TOY?"</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Conversation</span><br /><br />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.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;">YAM 1</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"> : Wah look at that! It's a dog!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">YAM 2</span>: Really ah! I thought its a toy sia...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">YAM 3</span>: Dun be stupid la, toy how to bring for walk, run by battery izzit.</span><br />(followed by silly laughter)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3m3uuEetIbrPsNMS1eFH0NbWhuaUzZ2wsjrDkggk369kq4gqBjKS5tVhhs151hT_p7ZuWr8sh-Zj2O4DZyCZ6fSjSXiS6yL_FSRRPguVwkh-nsGmeJcADkJrL0txJkamF-8QVl5FaJks/s1600-h/TOY.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3m3uuEetIbrPsNMS1eFH0NbWhuaUzZ2wsjrDkggk369kq4gqBjKS5tVhhs151hT_p7ZuWr8sh-Zj2O4DZyCZ6fSjSXiS6yL_FSRRPguVwkh-nsGmeJcADkJrL0txJkamF-8QVl5FaJks/s320/TOY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245113359445710018" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);">DO I LOOK LIKE A TOY??? I ASK AGAIN DO I LOOK LIKE A TOY?</span><br /><br />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...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Number 2: The <span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">"WHAT DOG IS THAT?"</span> Conversation</span><br /><br />This was extracted from another group of youth, although not of the <span style="font-weight: bold;">YAM</span> variety.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Y 1</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">: Ohhhh! So cute! Look at the dog!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">Y 2</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">: Yah hor, very cute I think its a poodle.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">Y 3</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">:No la, poodle dun look like that one.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">Y 2</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">: Yes la, its a poodle! You want to bet!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">Y 3</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">:Bet la! Its not a poodle I tell you , the hair not like that one.</span><br />(Once again, Excuse my English)<br /><br />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 <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">"Yes its a poodle."</span> 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 - <span style="font-weight: bold;">STOP LOOKING AT US THROUGH COLOURED LENS! </span><br /><br />And now back to more light-hearted stuff, friends (hopefully) of mine, <a href="http://thepoupounette.blogspot.com/">Sen and Tom</a> 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). (<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Z-Don't exaggerate, we've some pretty cool weather this last few weeks</span>)<br /><br />This is what I do.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguYKx0L2E0qRyuE4sedjTkiUwunL5K0RKCyLXfs6glY6VszpjxShCzJsiz6w68QmWRpZHRkF_C9j1djrZno4wELP94KdrU8AJpMGuW21AZ0Sq5qSiK_ggxk7soJXTHjlTUpIKKC69EWPc/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguYKx0L2E0qRyuE4sedjTkiUwunL5K0RKCyLXfs6glY6VszpjxShCzJsiz6w68QmWRpZHRkF_C9j1djrZno4wELP94KdrU8AJpMGuW21AZ0Sq5qSiK_ggxk7soJXTHjlTUpIKKC69EWPc/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245110676641254114" border="0" /></a><br />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.<br /><br />And if the day got hotter and this fan is just not enough to keep me COOL (literally and figuratively)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SMpg4PrXd3I/AAAAAAAAASY/DJEOzetFix0/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SMpg4PrXd3I/AAAAAAAAASY/DJEOzetFix0/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245111235423729522" border="0" /></a><br />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.<br /><br />I get Z to turn on a BIGGER Fan for me to sit infront of!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTUzWIC_rUcU2p77YQOupIXco4uzIAywvX0bO1pCFb9L6pG17pa-w2q1lmwB4aGPR3TSYkuRlYcVBGRZEzIOsbxbqkZK8KQsuVIl_NgJ3Y9pVnP26wc3votNr7cHlOdbqZWjvndxhB9os/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTUzWIC_rUcU2p77YQOupIXco4uzIAywvX0bO1pCFb9L6pG17pa-w2q1lmwB4aGPR3TSYkuRlYcVBGRZEzIOsbxbqkZK8KQsuVIl_NgJ3Y9pVnP26wc3votNr7cHlOdbqZWjvndxhB9os/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245111606671577602" border="0" /></a><br />See I'm more satisfy now!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpmKwK4UFPuP17bT6GonCMYLGlRMGFYV2pdxxidCyB64QCccuq6mFX7n1qDTDEJbGoT8wLOqxnj3dtuEByDCJaOXFOB_Xr4JK-0ZibBTXmev80xK-7eonoC8EvfPyljTY4IF4EiKUQ_LY/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpmKwK4UFPuP17bT6GonCMYLGlRMGFYV2pdxxidCyB64QCccuq6mFX7n1qDTDEJbGoT8wLOqxnj3dtuEByDCJaOXFOB_Xr4JK-0ZibBTXmev80xK-7eonoC8EvfPyljTY4IF4EiKUQ_LY/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245112605068860994" border="0" /></a><br />Weeeeee.... Look at my ear fly! Sorry for the bad lighting Z is quite a useless photographer.<br /><br /><br />So this just about wraps up my topic for now. That's all Folks (or Dawgs)!<br /><br /><br /><br />Licks and Leaps<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">Hugo</span>Hugohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05821751534494040504noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8860713304918638620.post-629773839726561342008-09-12T00:20:00.011+08:002008-09-13T05:18:32.668+08:00Torture 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)<br /><br />I will now show you prove, concrete photographic evidences of the torture devices that they use on the poor poor me.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Number One: THE MUZZLE</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq6lBD0eum6KDOfxqbKK20K4xPRIyapNk0LNmzWIzPqH_RXdX-w9z36y5BpiVFWCPQ3Rn6mInyAU3pYuM5E4TT0_7i_4fBB968NqACesCQXY_Iy8rw6hvrmwBjAsXHlN8YsFs8nnAC6uY/s1600-h/IMG_0882.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq6lBD0eum6KDOfxqbKK20K4xPRIyapNk0LNmzWIzPqH_RXdX-w9z36y5BpiVFWCPQ3Rn6mInyAU3pYuM5E4TT0_7i_4fBB968NqACesCQXY_Iy8rw6hvrmwBjAsXHlN8YsFs8nnAC6uY/s320/IMG_0882.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244802903183263346" border="0" /></a><br />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!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Number Two: THE DUNGEON</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2F0w8o9T1UP3nTz6NXBmOCmP9cveQXXZEMhoWDCd2HVTY5MQJVpJpLCQVyzoU2d_xmTeAIEeEEuDBWm7oUJAtAj1uqxJT87qMnN_nrKIxLrS4iIz9RTeUe_65rmik1iF39TNr8RYiQ44/s1600-h/IMG_0883.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2F0w8o9T1UP3nTz6NXBmOCmP9cveQXXZEMhoWDCd2HVTY5MQJVpJpLCQVyzoU2d_xmTeAIEeEEuDBWm7oUJAtAj1uqxJT87qMnN_nrKIxLrS4iIz9RTeUe_65rmik1iF39TNr8RYiQ44/s320/IMG_0883.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244803440343795698" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Ii1oxNUQTDtgqvRvkiru-XDBoWJGWkafn_nh4oVQLrL_HtTGWFHjm5UgfN2wi-lS6SvtPv2Y5R3dwmKBEe2QoTvrgaoXKVRsJ4xFVDkrg4Ei8Ku5AN_pxwqMhU_bivOaqfFsbGt9SRg/s1600-h/IMG_0884.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Ii1oxNUQTDtgqvRvkiru-XDBoWJGWkafn_nh4oVQLrL_HtTGWFHjm5UgfN2wi-lS6SvtPv2Y5R3dwmKBEe2QoTvrgaoXKVRsJ4xFVDkrg4Ei8Ku5AN_pxwqMhU_bivOaqfFsbGt9SRg/s320/IMG_0884.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244803745542382722" border="0" /></a><br />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.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Number Three: THE LAMPSHADE</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPF5EYXyMtKNSJQZR_PeIsax5JhwGhYx05BbJyZg4Lg3alAh_VxrIo1hMKGdQdBgBiuIU25XchbjQ-OUfbfjSBHIQGfsNu_LkqN4F0OSFlmjNuthCimN0nQO6dTTpxB7-bhC5hX_acjaQ/s1600-h/IMG_0885.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPF5EYXyMtKNSJQZR_PeIsax5JhwGhYx05BbJyZg4Lg3alAh_VxrIo1hMKGdQdBgBiuIU25XchbjQ-OUfbfjSBHIQGfsNu_LkqN4F0OSFlmjNuthCimN0nQO6dTTpxB7-bhC5hX_acjaQ/s320/IMG_0885.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244804055744881842" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgTMQGve0HclSuPKdEWaxHJj7Q-xx4GVGmuOJcqZi8952E1pY_yLwMywSZvjKuR7HPYnE2FS2uNRiBCu_BPgcfJMBOEyFkFQCHwjOOz1QDTzG3WHXsMIx8HUD644_AR45Fok9xSIAcDXw/s1600-h/IMG_0886.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgTMQGve0HclSuPKdEWaxHJj7Q-xx4GVGmuOJcqZi8952E1pY_yLwMywSZvjKuR7HPYnE2FS2uNRiBCu_BPgcfJMBOEyFkFQCHwjOOz1QDTzG3WHXsMIx8HUD644_AR45Fok9xSIAcDXw/s320/IMG_0886.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244804323896760946" border="0" /></a><br />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 <span style="font-weight: bold;">I CAN'T SCRATCH</span>! 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.<br /><br />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...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqGduvm7ezhexDpB_bzbOiIGfkXYgAJoEJ_SwxUXB3rD63UnjRtEwUNok7Nc_QBEMIxbvl8kA158nPi1QLkPeUsrmdrIafxAtQmi4SXh9K8PTUx-P8BjrIShvo97MWszs_7pSI9Tm3ttQ/s1600-h/IMG_0863.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqGduvm7ezhexDpB_bzbOiIGfkXYgAJoEJ_SwxUXB3rD63UnjRtEwUNok7Nc_QBEMIxbvl8kA158nPi1QLkPeUsrmdrIafxAtQmi4SXh9K8PTUx-P8BjrIShvo97MWszs_7pSI9Tm3ttQ/s320/IMG_0863.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244808430509432306" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">SOMEDAWGGY SAVE ME!</span><br /><br /><br />Scarred and Broken,<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Hugo</span>Hugohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05821751534494040504noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8860713304918638620.post-86354995817339633902008-09-11T06:04:00.009+08:002008-09-13T05:19:13.832+08:00Poodle PartyLast Sunday, I went to a Poodle Party with Z and her boyfriend call V (<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">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</span>) 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.<br /><br />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 <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">Gentle Giant</span> whatever that is..<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SMhFgDtsrbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/DuMykBixz5g/s1600-h/IMG_0800.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SMhFgDtsrbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/DuMykBixz5g/s320/IMG_0800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244518183128051122" border="0" /></a><br /><br />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.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SMhGijK7PeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/KlHk-3YHk1E/s1600-h/IMG_0806.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SMhGijK7PeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/KlHk-3YHk1E/s320/IMG_0806.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244519325443505634" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is the 3 of us on toilet bowls... The two-legged sure have a weird sense of humour..<br />(left to right: Bourbon, Me, Sora)<br />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.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYiiOIDK270CwJLvZQrsszDwqPAHnNqNWyJA_QYJuRY8Xj6YylwbCQl7HvpLqK9Ah_X2xiAag-Nl37JYrGcVy4hYZB6hzs9hHxyI91xEMYgs4FuQe59oFQWo9_66T7x1E0I9xEfkzOP2M/s1600-h/IMG_0809.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYiiOIDK270CwJLvZQrsszDwqPAHnNqNWyJA_QYJuRY8Xj6YylwbCQl7HvpLqK9Ah_X2xiAag-Nl37JYrGcVy4hYZB6hzs9hHxyI91xEMYgs4FuQe59oFQWo9_66T7x1E0I9xEfkzOP2M/s320/IMG_0809.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244520640216086450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;">This is a group shot of all of us who attend the party!<br />(left to right: Ollie, Bourbon, Me, Sora, Tuffy and Belle)<br />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.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8rj0xwaLIXVMRNJUd5YcN-qVLXPcfTlqcv6e1UlA0ekddpPUNLVKwhUgSOsVcFTN4rnpnMC-XGtrCA27oHviVlrBxPIyH_Z2VwE3wgBNSMaKoFH39yLdCm4pNcqNcRRXZL4IizP-Rp3c/s1600-h/IMG_0817.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8rj0xwaLIXVMRNJUd5YcN-qVLXPcfTlqcv6e1UlA0ekddpPUNLVKwhUgSOsVcFTN4rnpnMC-XGtrCA27oHviVlrBxPIyH_Z2VwE3wgBNSMaKoFH39yLdCm4pNcqNcRRXZL4IizP-Rp3c/s320/IMG_0817.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244522092560405186" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And last but not least, here's a pic of Tuffy asking me what frangance I'm using!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7PDyGLFaP8CnuVSdd7A3v6kdJ7wKwTPXRVSxAl1ehP1KaJjUSXxJtfBpaW6C2_V5-lK5cCMLdosBInP0-Xqk92ESkjiScvT5-JjegXmGmn-DgrScsNOnSdDoJFd2gyAuuw5-6NTaCbCw/s1600-h/IMG_0812.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7PDyGLFaP8CnuVSdd7A3v6kdJ7wKwTPXRVSxAl1ehP1KaJjUSXxJtfBpaW6C2_V5-lK5cCMLdosBInP0-Xqk92ESkjiScvT5-JjegXmGmn-DgrScsNOnSdDoJFd2gyAuuw5-6NTaCbCw/s320/IMG_0812.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244527550616670642" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Tuffy</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">: Hey you smell really great! What is that?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">Hugo</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">: Hugo For Men by Hugo Boss.</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">*Tee Hee*</span><br /><br /><br />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! *<span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">Beams</span>* 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...<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">Hugo Out!</span>Hugohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05821751534494040504noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8860713304918638620.post-75566121646138727202008-09-11T00:49:00.013+08:002008-09-13T05:20:21.081+08:00Fishy Memorial<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHctr7LS2AejdPOODMA5_3ZSTrm1cPV-UuOhqDAQRli6jf8ZX9WjT4tgwikYUrKDxY2pUMDb0yPujW9GkIXeV0tjvJY8uld5YnU6OInyaw6sZXw0vPgD43QLiW1orPvy3i4xlgyjBS5R4/s1600-h/IMG_0153.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHctr7LS2AejdPOODMA5_3ZSTrm1cPV-UuOhqDAQRli6jf8ZX9WjT4tgwikYUrKDxY2pUMDb0yPujW9GkIXeV0tjvJY8uld5YnU6OInyaw6sZXw0vPgD43QLiW1orPvy3i4xlgyjBS5R4/s320/IMG_0153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244449605537039730" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Early this morning, Z's fighting fish <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Beethoven</span>, 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.<br /><br />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!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRgXkUb67SU3mYnKOwjn8KoCWfHwHVxm-h7vV2UVy10jIfxilzOjclhokB8zBTpJ5LdYehGNMBWQ8AUcFGoMJniifBouch4SixkPrBYPFvwKxxJBWx-JjztfgNBkJdlnqt9utWCcJMOsM/s1600-h/IMG_0155.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRgXkUb67SU3mYnKOwjn8KoCWfHwHVxm-h7vV2UVy10jIfxilzOjclhokB8zBTpJ5LdYehGNMBWQ8AUcFGoMJniifBouch4SixkPrBYPFvwKxxJBWx-JjztfgNBkJdlnqt9utWCcJMOsM/s320/IMG_0155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244449198964298882" border="0" /></a><br /><br />(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!)<br /><br /><br />Licks and Leaps<br />HugoHugohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05821751534494040504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8860713304918638620.post-59865210933151873842008-09-10T04:05:00.009+08:002008-09-10T04:34:42.380+08:00Monster? 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 (<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Z - yeah right and pigs can fly</span>) and I always do things that makes them go "Wah so cute Hugo!" But why do they still call me a monster?<br /><br />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.<br /><br />First of all, look at me, aren't you just mesmerize by mt <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">BIG BIG</span> eyes? I was just 3 months old then, don't I look so helpless and fragile? Hee Hee Hee<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAEhJvEW7440EH9LojVqf8batWbKkTtWiyp9JeuBcn6EGeRtZcdDDFvPqnYbM133lhI7xPSQXkWuqr-51pgv-SpaP5CdYdBDgHfRMHdDdz1oQQrZyL-FQLRSCfItPXuYFMdiCKJA-aVmk/s1600-h/Look+in+my+eyes.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAEhJvEW7440EH9LojVqf8batWbKkTtWiyp9JeuBcn6EGeRtZcdDDFvPqnYbM133lhI7xPSQXkWuqr-51pgv-SpaP5CdYdBDgHfRMHdDdz1oQQrZyL-FQLRSCfItPXuYFMdiCKJA-aVmk/s320/Look+in+my+eyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244117193684688402" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Then there is this one, which shows my angelic smile! <span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);">*Beams*</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SMbbLN7p4kI/AAAAAAAAAPY/sw-hDyQK5YY/s1600-h/Angelic.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SMbbLN7p4kI/AAAAAAAAAPY/sw-hDyQK5YY/s320/Angelic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244119801884435010" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And this which shows my very innocent face. How can you not love me?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-MgSBM5BP_CxCT_zB_VTPEJkEIdNIni5B7nIxmxLaZqZ8dg__m212fN9PmO8rC-Do0iXaXhTSrncrhoivrhGQVYnUdbKQj2WvhcoG4hgutnNsZSAFb98_euYq_pFIY5FyG9oTBMX5VN0/s1600-h/Innocent+Face.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-MgSBM5BP_CxCT_zB_VTPEJkEIdNIni5B7nIxmxLaZqZ8dg__m212fN9PmO8rC-Do0iXaXhTSrncrhoivrhGQVYnUdbKQj2WvhcoG4hgutnNsZSAFb98_euYq_pFIY5FyG9oTBMX5VN0/s320/Innocent+Face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244120118348403762" border="0" /></a><br /><br />To make it fair, Z force me (at risk of being put into <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">THE DUNGEON</span>) 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.<br /><br />This which in her opinion makes me look like something that crawl out from a swamp (<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Z - it looks like a doggy rendition of </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">THE SWAMP THING</span>)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SMbZtW2FBxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/qq_ElsdHNts/s1600-h/I+am+the+swamp+thing.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SMbZtW2FBxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/qq_ElsdHNts/s320/I+am+the+swamp+thing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244118189369263890" border="0" /></a><br /><br />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. (<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Z - He looks like a deranged/rabid/demented/mental dog that is going to eat my fingers)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SMbb8VFR6lI/AAAAAAAAAPo/eFnABeWY-g4/s1600-h/IMG_0355.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SMbb8VFR6lI/AAAAAAAAAPo/eFnABeWY-g4/s320/IMG_0355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244120645617445458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I still convinced that I'm an angel even with Z's supposed incrimination photos. What do you reckon?<br /><br /><br /><br />Licks and Leaps<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Hugo</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">(The Angel)</span>Hugohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05821751534494040504noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8860713304918638620.post-965615377735919982008-09-09T19:43:00.008+08:002008-09-10T03:15:04.496+08:00Doggy 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!<br /><br />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)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH9PSZX0lkN1fRzonu8swV8o295DOkmh8U_3hYn1ihFbW4g9VCSz7fYZv2Gl7v8ZAv0bijS__dUxV5dOdUuUzR46a84l3dZdHOfY25WEirPVuzEVYtoLwGYRcWroe77BOnNicK0H-IpYI/s1600-h/Calling+me.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH9PSZX0lkN1fRzonu8swV8o295DOkmh8U_3hYn1ihFbW4g9VCSz7fYZv2Gl7v8ZAv0bijS__dUxV5dOdUuUzR46a84l3dZdHOfY25WEirPVuzEVYtoLwGYRcWroe77BOnNicK0H-IpYI/s320/Calling+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243989632844672082" border="0" /></a><br /><br />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. (<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Z - I was having a fever you twit</span>).<br /><br />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 (<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Z - I pulled a muscle and you landed on it, its not as if you weigh nothing fat-face</span>). Ungrateful two-leggeds I tell you!<br /><br />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...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWGrEy8OkbZL0tK80F2NrKoTPR6ti5aXwRCOCa67jAjH976mN5tqYYtbIsXCnMFpXyeFQE9BXsvHcj4Mdm4eTQ1ns11QIreyO8PBwUvilYEcofbM6DFFFzJmd-IGX7zAE7dePdsja5IAw/s1600-h/IMG_0482.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWGrEy8OkbZL0tK80F2NrKoTPR6ti5aXwRCOCa67jAjH976mN5tqYYtbIsXCnMFpXyeFQE9BXsvHcj4Mdm4eTQ1ns11QIreyO8PBwUvilYEcofbM6DFFFzJmd-IGX7zAE7dePdsja5IAw/s320/IMG_0482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243995376044210818" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Licks and Leaps<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Hugo</span>Hugohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05821751534494040504noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8860713304918638620.post-46026090039514204862008-09-09T01:32:00.008+08:002008-09-09T05:04:28.851+08:00My Two-leggedsI 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!<br /><br />First there is <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Z</span>, 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 <span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;">Mum</span> (see my explanation is so quick) and <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">Dad</span> who is Z's dad and also <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">GH</span> 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 <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">PA</span>(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!<br /><br />(<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Z - Since my Mum claimed the position of "mum" before me I just have to resign to being Hugo's elder sis</span>.)<br /><br />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.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SMWS73niCrI/AAAAAAAAABA/et9GFtPO4OU/s1600-h/IMG_0785.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HqwT1ZSitLs/SMWS73niCrI/AAAAAAAAABA/et9GFtPO4OU/s320/IMG_0785.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243758898382506674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Licks and Leaps<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">Hugo</span>Hugohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05821751534494040504noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8860713304918638620.post-77199294514087903382008-09-08T20:40:00.009+08:002008-09-10T03:15:34.176+08:00Yo, What's Up, Dawgs!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8HF436DZmUJ_eKnHN8XSjqd6fByvEQ-oXYWJM2t90322kx-CzOT_DfoovtmfIljfbNg8BK2XJeMpNon1f9vLEhrHKgwAACT1yqcT7h6FB7yDMNKSHt3K73zE3tuh34fVo4dpwbk1CkGU/s1600-h/IMG_0480.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8HF436DZmUJ_eKnHN8XSjqd6fByvEQ-oXYWJM2t90322kx-CzOT_DfoovtmfIljfbNg8BK2XJeMpNon1f9vLEhrHKgwAACT1yqcT7h6FB7yDMNKSHt3K73zE3tuh34fVo4dpwbk1CkGU/s320/IMG_0480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243695270645663250" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">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!!!<br /><br />Z(my two-legged) suggested that I should list down my party-killers so that all you pooches out there can know me better.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Full Name</span>: Baby Hugo Monster Matakuching Loo<br />(<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">I know its a super long name, but it pleases my two-leggeds so whatever</span>)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Barkday</span>: 02 February 2008<br />(<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">I'm now 7 months and 7 days old</span>)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gender</span>: Male<br />(<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">unfortunately I have been de-balled </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">BUT</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"> I was still born a boy</span>)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Breed</span>: Toy Poodle<br />(<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">although I have grown pass 12 inches and should be considered a miniature</span>)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Colour</span>: Red<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Favourite Colour</span>: Bright Orange, Bright Red and Bright Yellow<br />(<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">yes I like bright colours</span>)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Favourite Food</span>: Bananas, Apples, Biscuits and Yukult<br />(<span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">I absolutely love those, I will KILL to eat them!</span>)<br /><br />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 (<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Z - Its not friends he wants it's much closer to victims</span>)<br /><br /><br /><br />Licks and Leaps<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">Hugo</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Hugohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05821751534494040504noreply@blogger.com0