All posts tagged: Just my life

Our weekends..

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This is how a normal weekend goes… We wake up to awesome massages, compliments of Daddy. Used to be better, but with Pecan’s demands to be met, I’ve to say that the standard has fallen. Tsk tsk tsk. We put on our best begging face while Mummy enjoys her TV lunch. I surrender to the boss of the household to get on her good boots for the week. We get ferried off to somewhere exciting. To the swimming pool for our weekly swim to be exact. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee~ Reach home and crash. Wake up and have a quick playtime. Eat our dinner. Finish it quickly Then, put on our begging face AGAIN while our parents have theirs. Weekends are the best!

Neckwear models

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While Mummy was flipping through my stash of dog clothes, she found us lovely neckwear pieces to model. Clothes, I hate. But neckwear, I tolerate. Anyway, I realised that my right profile is better looking. Guess it’s my white ear! Pecan? Aiya, the ah-ma has a pretty symmetrical face (and an near-eternal smile) so, her front view is good enough. (But I’m cuter right?) Me pretending to be a distinguished gentleman in my collar from Bangkok while Pecan’s just stoning in her bandana. Hopefully Mummy gets the memo and stick to buying just neckwear in future. (So far so good, and I’m not gonna jinx it!)

Conversation between Mummy and Daddy – Tail wagging exercise

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Mummy: Pecan doesn’t seem to be putting on much weight leh.  Daddy: Think her tail wagging burns all the calories. Look at Sam. He hardly wags his tail, that’s why so fat. Mummy: LOL Sam: …… My parents are idiots. That being said, Pecan’s tail is pretty amazing I have to say. It’s almost impossible to snap a shot of her tail as it is ALWAYS wagging at full speed. Crazy~ Maybe I should try to wag my tail more to burn the extra calories.

It’s treat time!

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One other reason why we get along so fine, is that we are really respectful of each other’s space. Especially so when we are eating our own treats.  It normally starts with Mummy requesting a firm sit (Pecan always cheats!) from us. After meeting her low expectations, we will be rewarded with a chew treat each.  Then, we both scamper to our spots in the house! *pitter patter* Being the ‘senior’ (in terms of number of years in the household), of course I get the bigger bed. Pecan isn’t that much worse off as she settles for the most comfortable dog bed at home.  After which, we mind our own business and chew our own food. Being half my size, Pecan is also a slow eater. Even though we started at the same time, I was done in less than 10 minutes (I win!!) while she was only 10% done.  Zzzzzz So what I do after that? I eye on Pecan’s treat…. #Samthehawk Before being shoo-ed away by mummy. Boooo~ So smart little Sammy Loo …

I’m a Burt’s Bee Dog!

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Mummy is a huge fan of Burt’s Bees Beeswax Lip Balm as it miraculously kept her lips from cracking throughout the three years in NYC. (More importantly, it’s dirt cheap in CVS!) So, it came as no surprise that the moment my shopaholic insane  lovely Mummy realised that Burt’s Bees has developed their very own pets line, the Burt’s Bees Natural Pet Care, she just had to get her hands on them. Unfortunately, Burt’s Bees pets does not ship internationally. Even more tragic was that while Amazon does carry the items, they do not qualify for free shipping. So she spent the next few months whining and wondering who can she bother to help her bring the items back. Anyway, after months of ‘drooling’ over the products, Mummy decided to finally take the plunge and just pay for overpriced shipping (aka Vpost).  Yet another blow was that the items were sold by two different suppliers! (Well, fyi, Vpost charges by volumetric weight. Having two different boxes means that she will end up paying to ship some USA …

Dog Hash #3

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We went for our 3rd hash experience last weekend. And it was A-W-E-S-O-M-E! My ballsy parents decided to let me off leash and I did everything I could to make them regret their decision to do so. How not to when Mummy and Daddy were so freaking slow and I was way ahead of them (and almost everyone else). Yes, I did hear a crazy woman screaming her lungs out (I think she was calling for “SAM” ?), but who gives a shit when the forest is just so exciting! How do you know if you had fun?  See how dirty you are. Check out my before and after.  *Proud Grinz* My best moment had to be when I was swimming in the long kang (canal). Believe it anot, I actually ran down that uber steep slope to get to the bottom of the drain. This is the best swim ever! Of course, one reason why I loved it was that my parents were pretty annoyed with having to chase after me as that meant that they …

My hair-removal name tag…

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You know you’ve a shitty Mum when she thinks that putting a sticker with her name on it on your furry forehead is funny. And an equally terrible Mummy when she takes her name tag off (pulling out precious strands of my coarse hair with it), only to replace it with yet another tag (this time with my name).  Like seriously..wtf~ According to that evil woman, this name tag will supposedly help me make friends at this JRT gathering I was at. Well, she wasn’t exactly wrong.  People started calling my name (while giggling) and I did get a couple of treats for responding. Guess it wasn’t that horrible after all. Wait, I changed my mind again.  That stupid lady Mummy just removed it from my forehead again. O-U-C-H If you see a bald patch on my cute little head, you know who’s fault it is…

It’s PAYDAY!!!

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Well, while this is somewhat overdue (oabout 2 months late), but.. I’ve just (physically) received my very first paycheck!!!!! *Wriggly dance* Now I can finally get my paws on that awesome toy I’ve been eyeing and that yummy treat that I’ve been drooling about.. *Beams~* Just when I was basking in joy, Daddy (as usual) had to be a wet (soaked more like it) blanket and burst my little bubble!  And no surprises, I swear he was gloating too.. rawrrrrr~ Apparently I was told that I had already advanced my paycheck 1.5 months ago on that fateful day when Mummy made a trip to the pet food supplier and bought god-knows-what. Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo~ Shaking my head in disbelief…. What it means is that when this cheque (my precious~~) is cashed, every single cent of it is going to go into Daddy’s bank account. Yap, my life sucks and I’ve money sucking parents . Oh well, nonetheless, it IS my first paycheck, and despite my uber ‘buay song-ness’ (means unhappy), here’s a photo to commemorate.  Mental Note to self: …

Sam, the bad hair day lion!

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ROARRRRRRRRRR… I’m Sam, the Bad Hair Day Lion!! I’m gonna eat you up!! Hm, my new mane got me thinking.  You think the Singapore Zoo will hire me as a lion substitute? Well, China Zoo did it… maybe they will. Shall send my resume tomorrow… Meanwhile… ROARRRRR…. Mummy’s note: I got Sam his lion mane wig at a pets seminar from Cat Welfare Society.  Not the cheapest thing around, nor the wisest purchase… but it sure entertained the hell out of me and it’s for a good cause (some part of the proceeds goes to helping cats)!  So, yet another win-win situation! And I love how the little rascal displays a sense of self-importance each time I put it on him. Maybe he really believes he’s a lion.