All posts tagged: Poor Sam

Sam, the cyclist!

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A new toy came in the mail today! It’s a buddy rider! It’s a bicycle seat for dogs, just like me.  When mummy and daddy bought their foldable bicycles a year ago, they were figuring ways on how I can tag along on their bike rides.  Running on a leash beside them was totally out of the question as I would probably get run over. The first thought was to mount a basket on the front of the bike. Unfortunately for me, I was a tad bit over the weight limit. (Boo~) So the idea was axed. NEXT! The second idea was to mount a basket on the bicycle rack. Mummy went online and found a Pet Rider Rear Seat. When it arrived, we were so disappointed to find that it was too big for the rack and ended up returning it. NEXT! The third idea was to buy a doggy backpack carrier, so that mummy can carry me on her back when she cycles. Mummy found the Outward Hound Backpack and gave it a try. …

From Orlando with love..

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My heartless parents finally came back from their Orlando vacation. I was already upset with them for abandoning me. To make matters worse, not only didn’t they buy me any treats, they brought back a gift that I really do not like – A tee-shirt. -_- Here’s a little background first. My mummy bought a set of THING 1 & 2 shirts 2 years ago when we visited Orlando (I went along too!).  Here’s a shot of us – Mummy = Thing 1, Sam (ME ME!) = Thing 2 and Poor Daddy = Thing 3. That completely explains the hierarchy of the family as well.  I was obviously still a cute puppy then. Hence after two years, I’ve completely outgrown that shirt (as shown below). It’s just too tight fitting and considering that I do not have the bod of an A&F model, I looked pretty crappy.  That’s how short it is now. Too sexy for my liking.  So, my brilliant parents thought that the best souvenir for me would be a bigger version of …

The scorching sun!

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I have a love-hate relationship with the sun.  While I understand that when the weather is nice, mummy would be more motivated to bring me out, I really REALLY dislike the sun and the heat. It just feels like my paws are burning each time I lay foot on the ground and I swear I could feel my fur melting. Ouch~ Mummy pretty much had to drag me throughout the walk and I was just doing my best to hide from the sun. And yes, I was refusing to walk and mummy was contemplating leaving me behind. Sigh, I could only imagine how ugly my tan line is going to be. -_- In the end, I won (I always do). Mummy ended up carrying me back home.  Sam – 1 Mummy – 0 ^_^v

Rain rain go away…

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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. -_-

Stalker Mummy..

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My mum is a stalker. As some of you might know, my parents abandoned me and went ahead with their belated honeymoon. But of course, my obsessed mummy just couldn’t leave me behind without worrying. Thus, after some research, she found me a new daycare in the city, called Puppy Loft, that allow crazy dog parents, like my mum, an option to watch their dogs via a webcam. And that’s exactly what mummy did! Each evening after dinner, she rushed back to the hotel and hogged poor daddy’s laptop for a couple of hours to watch me.  Dang, no thanks to her, I was unable to hitch up with the pretty little dog that I had been eyeing at for the past few days. Not when there was a pair of eyes following all my actions. -_- Oh well… that’s life, with a stalker mum.

My allowance Scheme..

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Mummy was just chatting with a fellow dog parent at the dog parent when the lady gave her a brilliant idea (that is great for daddy and mummy, but horrid for poor little me). The lady mentioned that she has a weekly budget of USD20 for her dog. So, the activities that she does and the food/treats for her dog that she buys are limited to the budget. Mummy was really fascinated and took to the idea immediately. (Noooooo~) As a result, poor little me has only USD50 weekly. That includes all expenses such as cab fare due to activities related to me, day care charges, things I damage (recall: Uncle Kyle’s bath mat), food and treats! Sigh, that sucks. But since they are my source of food, I guess I really have no say in this. *Fading woof~* Anyway, I’ve been an awesome boy for the past week and didn’t spent any money from my allowance last week. (I’m saving up for a shopping spree at Petco!) The money went straight into Sammy’s trust …