All posts tagged: Poor Sam

I want to be an ah-sia dog!

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During our staycation, we went by Quayside Isle for dinner and I absolutely love that place!! The boardwalk beside the marina was such an awesome place to stroll and just soak in the sunset. I got to meet a handful of dogs which were being walked by domestic helpers. Sigh, their lives are goood. Not only do they get a lovely stretch to mark every single day, they get to admire the gorgeous sunset too! Boo. *Thinks about screaming kids that laughs at me at the playground near our home* Shrugs. My life sucks. Oh well, at least Mummy treats me better than she treats Daddy.  Life’s not that bad afterall. *Smug look*

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…

Emo-ing

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Just got wind that Auntie R, Grandma’s domestic helper who absolutely dotes on me, left for a home visit and never came back despite renewing her contract. Boohoo~ Now, Grandma is fuming mad and equally frustrated over getting a new helper, while Mummy is worried buckets about whether I’ll be in good hands when the new helper arrives. All I’m thinking about.. is my lack of treats…  Oh well, maybe I can convinced the replacement auntie to give me treats with my puppy eyes.  Time to start training.  On a good note, it also means that I get to enjoy yet another week of awesome daycare! Wooo~

I’m a H&M Dog!

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During one of the shoots for the Aug/Sep issue, Mummy fell in love with a H&M silk Beagle print handkerchief that was used as a bandana for one of the pups. (Under the influence of Uncle Bryan!) And she knew she had to have it… for me, of course.  (source: pets Magazine) It took a while before it finally hit the stores. Well, STORE technically as it’s only available at H&M Orchard (under the men’s section). When I got my paws on the scarf, I was a bit lost. I mean, I don’t usually blow my nose or sneeze into a hankie.  So what is this for? *confused* So I did the worst thing I could possibly have done by asking Mummy what it was for. Seeing that I didn’t realise that it was to be used as a bandana, she decided to pull a prank on me and made me wear it as a head scarf..  I HATE YOU!!!!! Grrrrr~ Now I look like the granny/auntie below. *curses under his breath* !@#!@$@!%@#% (source) To make …

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: …

Steak and Eggs Please?

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We had an exciting weekend planned. However, looking out of the window immediately after waking up, I came to realise that was no way we weren’t gonna step outside at all (Toilet breaks aside). BOO to the haze. Disappointed, I lazed in bed sulking.  Mummy popped her head in and saw that I was really upset.  Hence, she did what awesome mummies do – she asked me what I wanted for breakfast! Sam: *Thinks hard* …. “STEAK & EGGS!” Mummy: “Ay ay Captain!”  Luckily for me, there were some frozen steak in the freezer! *Wriggly dance* Within minutes from my request, the cooked beef aroma filled the house and I swore I could not stop drooling.  This easy dish was done in less than ten minutes and my frown was at once transformed into a huge smile! “Pretty please.. can I start?” As soon as it began, there was almost nothing left and yes, I licked the bowl smacking clean once again. The yummy steak & eggs breakfast certainly drove the ‘haze blues’ out of …

My disrupted swim..

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I was happily rescuing my monkey one lovely sunday… when a golden retriever came along and stole my job and my monkey! Nooooooo…. I decided to be nice and tried to talk the goldie into returning me the drowning monkey. But goldie simply ignored me and walked away! Say what~~~ Despite my relentless ways, my effort was futile and the goldie monopolized the monkey for the rest of the swim…   I only managed to get it back when it was time for goldie to go home. Sigh.  Didn’t realise it was that easy to lose my job…  What an annoying day.  While at least between me and mummy, one of us had some fun – some fun laughing at the whole situation.  Terrible mummy.

Little Craft Session…by the crafting duo!

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My parents attended the MAAD event at the Red Dot Museum a couple of weekends back to support mummy’s ex-colleague who started her own artwork line, Little Shop of Dreams (L.S.O.D).  Hee, mummy really loves the artwork as they are really simple yet cute. To support her ex-colleague, mummy bought a handful of postcards and a little canvas zip pouch.  Me posing with the loot. When mummy bought the zip pouch, she had every intention to personalize it (for me of course). Hence, when she stumbled upon another crafty booth at MAAD selling alphabet buttons, she couldn’t resist and bought buttons spelling my humble name.  Of course, mummy is the queen of procrastination. And after a good two weeks or so, she finally got down to doing some craft work and attempted to sew the buttons on. Unfortunately, her crafting XP is too low and she couldn’t figure out how to sew the buttons on properly. (Well, to her defence, the fabric covered buttons were pretty challenging to sew. Okay fine, she sucks.) All is …

My after-bath routine..

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Like many dogs, I’m not exactly fond of being bathed. Unfortunately for me, mummy has a twice-a-month bath policy for me. (Sucks~) While I dislike the bathing process, I detest the drying routine even more. Here’s how it goes.  1. It begins with a quick attempt to dry me slightly using a microfiber towel, which was a gift for me from one of mummy’s house guest. While it’s a pretty small towel, it is pretty effective in drying my head, neck and butt area. 2. After the quick drying, I proceed to dry myself further using a beach towel. 3. Like a cat, I also try to groom myself dry.  In the meantime, I would occasionally shoot mummy dirty looks to display my dissatisfaction.  4. Once mummy opens bathroom door, I would proceed to dry myself even more on my parents’ beds. Rolling around the duvet has proven to be one of the best way to dry my coat.  I roll. And roll. After maybe a good 10 minutes, and probably about 70% dry, I …