I hate rainy days. Not because of the rain. But because of the hideous outfit/ raincoat that mummy forces me to wear… Yes. I look miserable. Stuck with the windbreaker from Wagwear. Save me… somebody! On a good note, this windbreaker is really effective in blocking the rain and keeping my belly clean of mud. No wonder stupid mummy loves it. -_-
Here’s a quick summary of what happened when I went MIA! 1) I spent my last white X’mas @ Vermont with my parents! I love snow! 2) Welcome-d 2012 with a bunch of drunks (including the crazy lady in the picture..-_-). 3) Most importantly, I turned TWO! (That’s 14 in human years! Next year this time, I would be legal.. can’t wait!) Doesn’t sound too exciting unfortunately. BUT.. mummy has promised that we are gonna be taking more road trips in 2012 and I seriously can’t wait! =D
Don’t worry… I’m still here!
I am a picky eater. A VERY picky eater. I am served 4 different types of food for my dinner everyday. I adore wet food. However, Mummy’s philosophy is that dried food is healthier for both my little teeth and stomach. As a result, she is pretty insistent on giving me dried food, which of course, I would refuse to eat. Stubborn mummy and Sam then embarked on a “I do not want to eat” vs “You better eat this shit” battle, which resulted in many days where I would simply refuse to eat and mummy had to ‘beg’ me to eat or eventually handfeed me. (Yap, I’m a spoilt brat..we all know it) Sigh, eventually, Mummy won. After ALOT of trial and error, Mummy finally found the combination of food that I totally adore and she is swearing by it! The only downside, it consists of 4 different brands and types of food that comes together to create a gourmet experience for me! Here’s the secret recipe: 1. Just a little under a quarter …
People think that I’m photogenic as I always smile for the camera. The truth is, I’m not actually smiling. I’m panting. As my tongue is just a tad bit short, I don’t end up hanging it out when I pant. Thus, for mummy to take such good shots of me, she had to make me run (e.g. fetch) for about 10 minutes, before my ‘smile’ will appear. So, here’s my panting face, smile. Not easy being a dog huh.
Mummy and Daddy brought me for a quick walk and I was busy sniffing around. Mummy: “Why does Sam has to sniff every single thing that he walks past? It’s like he has a daily quota to meet. ‘I’ve to sniff 5 minutes a day.’”Daddy: “Maybe it’s because he’s trying to gain XP by sniffing. He wants to level up on his World of Dogcraft.” … That’s what you get when you have a nerd as a dad.
Sam Forest Loo Lim 