All posts tagged: Sam’s bark

Dental Scaling – Checked!

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For the past week, the phrase that Mummy repeated the most, besides “No, Sam! No, Pecan”, was “Don’t let her lick you, she has bad breath.”. Guess what? As of today, you will hear the phrase no more! Yap, Pecan Woods’ dental scaling procedure was a success! Not only did she not get affected by the anaesthesia, she did well with flying colours! Hooray!!! Besides an extremely relieved and happy Mummy, a slightly pleased Daddy, the both of us are basking in joy! Here’s to many more mischiefs and misdeeds together! Let’s do it, Pecan! Mummy’s note: Dr Vanessa is awesome!!!!! So in love with her right now. Hee. Anyway, Pecan did great and is completely back to normal! Best of all, her bad breath is gone and her teeth looks pearly white. Okay, I exaggerate, it doesn’t. BUT, it looks almost as good as Sam! Time to get her started on her daily brushings. Well done Smelly Girl! Hm, maybe it’s also time for a new nickname too….

Like brother, like sister!

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Unlike me, Pecan is a natural swimmer!  Well, at least with our family. While I may appear to an expert monkey rescuer, it took me a good four to five months (and alot of $$ and hard work) to get to where I am today.  On the contrary, Pecan actually jumped into the water and swam on her own on our very first visit to the dog pool.  Kudos! (Mummy: Yap, that puts fatty Sam to shame!) As Pecan doesn’t a life purpose while swimming, she would just go for a quick dip, before turning around and climbing out of the pool. Thus, to get her to swim and exercise more, I decide to take her under my fat wings and teach her the art of monkey rescue.  Unfortunately, Monkey is a tad bit big and heavy for her small frame. Luckily, I do have a stash of toys and we managed to find one that fits her fine perfectly  The Mr Spike Latex Toy! Yap, Pecan Woods Loo Lim is the official Monster Rescue! …

Made with Love – Parsley, Cheese & Carrot Dog Biscuits!

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Inspired by Pecan’s horrid breath, Mummy wanted to make some treats that can help combat the odour. And when she came home today with a bag of ingredients, we started to get pretty excited.  Can’t help but wonder what Mummy had up her sleeves. As Mummy did not have her recipe books on hand, she simply googled Parsley treats for dogs and settled on the very first recipe she found! PS: Parsley is great for managing bad breath in dogs! Let’s get started! Here’s what she used: – Oats, Multi-purpose floor, cheddar cheese, carrots and of course, the star of the evening – Parsley. Mummy also found some silicon trays (two from Amazon and the others from Giant) that she could use to bake the cookies in. (Oh ya, Mummy used chicken stock instead of lactose-free milk) Being the senior, I was well aware of the baking procedure and was ready to go take a nap while waiting. But silly Pecan, being new and overly enthusiastic, decided to offer Mummy some help. Thankfully Mummy declined …

From Bangkok with love..

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My parents went for a short vacation to Bangkok.  Yes, they abandoned me. Nasty people right? Unfortunately, this isn’t the first time and I’m quite sure it won’t be the last.  Boo~ Anyway, as per all other trips, they came back with tons of loot for me! (It’s their way of compensation to me, and hey, I’m certainly not complaining!) The first and foremost – Treats. Tons and tons of treats. Hee, Mummy loves buying treats that ain’t available in Singapore to give me some variety! And yes, pizza is on the menu. *Wriggley dance* Of course, with mummy as the main shopper, non-sensical gifts are just part and parcel of my overseas souvenirs. I’m not fond of them in general, but whatever… Since I do look dashing in the bow-tie, I guess I will make do. Done with the usual, expected stuff. Time for some out of the box products! One of the highlights of the trip for Mummy is to check out thai designer dog products. And boy was she blown away! Introducing …

Samlion…

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I went to Dr Vanessa Lin (my vet) once again for a blood test review (I’ve had three blood tests in the last 3 months as I was high is WBC and protein level and dehydrated. My WBC count returned to normal after one month but protein level remained consistently high).  The good news? I am officially given the bill of health! Yes, my protein level is finally normal! Hooray~ Just when I was basking in joy…. this happened. Yes. I am ringless. My gorgeous brown markings are gone (for now).  *Bursts into tears* Mummy noticed that I was scooting a lot and kept nipping at my butt area. She initially thought that I just needed my anal glands expressed. However, when she finally took a closer look, she was appalled to find that the bottom of my tail (nearest to my cute little tight butt) was sore from my incessant chewing.  Dr Lin wasn’t very pleased about it either and decided to shave me down to examine it further.  Thankfully, the area was small …

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 …

Sam’s little lunch bag!

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The reason behind my ever increasing waistline (sigh~) was the lack of control over the amount of treats I got while I was at my grandparents’.  “But..maaaa~”  That’s no such thing as too many treats!!!! Pity my stupid parents do not seem to agree. As a result, Mummy decided to ration my daily meal portions and bring them over to the helper that watches me in the day. She started by using zip-loc bags, which she quickly realised wasn’t exactly environment friendly (Time to cut down my carbon pawprints). She moved on to Daiso boxes which were pretty useful. However, she always had to bring the boxes in ugly plastic bags there. And being mud-brain Mummy, she would often forget to bring either the boxes or the bags back.  So, on one of her “I-need-to-hit-USD125-to-qualify-for-free-amazon-shipping” shopping sprees, she decided that I deserve a nice little lunch bag of my own. Okay, considering the bag is half my height, it’s not that little. Introducing my Skip Hop Zoo Lunchies Insulated Lunch Bag.  Of course it’s a …

Wooga-ing…

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The two weeks Grandmummy’s previous helper went home for a visit (and never came back), Mummy sent me to my very first daycare in Singapore – WOOGA! It took Mummy a long long long LONG time to decide upon a daycare. When we were in NYC, there were tons of quality daycare (although prices can be a little steep) within walking distance of our apartment and finding one was easy breezy. However, in Singapore, the daycares’ quality just did not meet Mummy’s expectations. Despite spending a good month or so researching and looking around, none caught her eye. A couple that she did like were either too expensive or just too out of the way. Till she finally stumbled upon Wooga!  So why Wooga? 1. Vicinity (it’s just 5 minutes drive away) 2. Affordability ($26 for up to 12 hours!) – Mummy had to drop me off at 7am to rush off to work and pick me up at close to 7pm, so the long hours and affordability were godsend. 3. Plenty of walks and playtime – …

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…