Another post in less than 24hrs!

What a treat for u guys! Another post in less than 24hrs! Mumsy is waiting for her fur to dry before heading to bed! So I begged her to let me use her metal thingy for a bit.

Life with the Little Monster (or TLM to u) is kinda interesting. Initially I was jealous of the attention my hoomans were lavishing on him. If he barked (more like MEWL), they will all rush to him! So when the hoomans carried him into my domain (the most important room of the house: THE Kitchen), I would barked at him. As he grew older, he began to look for me once he woke up or got back from his Granny's place in the evening. When he started to crawl, he came to look for me. I think he fancied that he was a corgi too! I was the only thing that kept him in his high chair during meals and he was more than willing to share what he was eating with me. I was also the only thing he would stand up and walk to when he started to walk!

Of cos I am flattered by all the attention. And from the last post, u see we get on pretty well. I like licking him and I get a kick out of seeing him giggle when I do so. He on the other hand, loves to pat me and massage me, though I think he likes pulling my fur more. Nowadays, when he wakes in the morning and the hoomans are too lazy to bring him down, I will bark "Good morning TLM!" once I hear him blabbering. Of cos it will inevitably wake up one of the hoomans (usually Mumsy) that is still snoozing!

Anyhow, here's the veedeo I promised u! The naughty brat is actually ordering me to SIT! Oh just in case u are wondering, TLM is 14.5 mths old now. The veedeo was taken just before he turned 14 mths.

"Guard duty"

Mumsy is trying to make up for the relative silence of the past couple of months by posting some of the peektures and veedeos she and Dad captured. Also, I foresee that she will be too busy once the tiny hooman appears, hence I probably will not be posting much once he arrives (which is reaaaaallly soon).

From Jul to Oct, my hoomans have been making sure that they lavish quite a bit of attention to me. Dad has numerous veedeos of me going off leash in the field chasing after my duckie, my balls and frisbees. I won't post them as they are rather boring. All you see is my sexy (ahem) butt running up and down to retrieve my toys.

But Dad did manage to capture one very unique veedeo... As Aunty Jane (Augus's mum) can attest to it, I am a very light sleeper. Any sound will cause me to wake up and look around. Dad managed to capture a veedeo of me 'guarding' the washing machine. Well, I don't know what guarding means, but from the way Mumsy uses that word ON ME, I m sure it meant something, well, not good. She said if I am going to be like that, I will prob make a lousy guard dog when the tiny hooman comes.

Hrmm...

The making of a Sith (?!) Lord

Obvious this post would have loads of inputs from my Mumsy. No sane doggy would subject him/herself to such humiliation.

The story begins...

Long long time ago, in a galaxy far far away, a young Jedi Doggie has been captured by two evil hoomans, in their bid to convert him into the world's first Doggie Sith Lord!

First, the young doggie has to subject himself to a thorough wash to remove the reek of the Jedi off him...




As you can see, he isn't enjoying it much. He is trying to use his big eyes to implore someone to release him from this torture.

After the trial by washing, there is the trial by rinsing... For a corgi who hates water, this tests every bit of his courage. He has a big pail of water dumped on him unceremoniously. He tries to escape and return to the Light but he cannot escape the clutches of the evil hooman (This is def MY input!) despite shaking lotsa water at him!




As if the torture was not long drawn enough, he has to be subjected to BUTT washing (yes, not brain washing). By this time, the young Jedi lost his resolve and started to whine...




At last he is half through the rite of conversion! Before leaving the water hell, he has to go through the squirting rite of passage while the evil hoomans laugh away....




He is not through yet. To be a Sith Lord means he has to earn his cape! He tries to escape but the hoomans are too strong... Whining doesn't help either...




Slowly, his resistance weakens... He now obeys the evil hoomans, albeit with some reluctance.. The transformation is almost complete!




After the final vigorous rub of the cape, our young palawan is now

a

Doggie

Sith Lord!

I have been naughty...

My hoomans have been really busy! With Auntie E leaving, things are finally a bit more settled. I am back in my own hidey hole, although I much prefer the larger space in the kitchen. With that, my walks have been cut back to once daily. SIGH!


But I have been keeping myself busy in my hidey hole! Dad accidentally left a piece of yellow cake-like thingy with green topping within my reach. Initially, I thought my hoomans were being nice by giving me a cake to welcome me back to my hidey hole, but it didn't taste like the cakes I had before. Pooey! Nonetheless it was pretty addictive once I got my teeth into it. I haven't been shredding anything lately and this was definitely fun!


Mumsy wasn't amused though. She was worried I swallowed some and gave me a scolding. I am alright! I have better taste than to eat something called a SPONGE!


Here are the peektures. As you can see, I am pretty embarrassed after getting ticked off by my Mumsy.

It is finally sunny!

We had terrible weather the past week! There was no way my hoomans would have brave the rain and allowed me to romp in the mud so it meant that I was given extremely short and boring walks! Because I am now kept in the kitchen, I usually hold my pee (and poo) in until my regular evening walks. In the past, I just did the deed on the newspapers left in my hidey-hole. That means no matter what the weather, I NEED that walk!

This is what I have been up to the whole wheek: NOTHING! Don't I look pathetic?

After a whole week of walking up and down the void deck, I woke up to a bright and sunny day! Finally! I hope the weather last, athough some dark clouds are already creeping across the sky. Why can't my hoomans bring me out now instead of going to work?! I can't wait to stretch my legs and have a good run!

Can you see the ships on the top right hand corner? That's how near my home is to the beach!

Please please please stay up there in the sky Mr Sun!

Psssst: the peektures are up in my previous post!

Counting down...

It's coming, it's coming!!! My barkday is coming!!!

But my hoomans haven't given me any clue as to which cake I would be getting. I have to thank you all for voting! Seems like cheesecake is a guilty pleasure for many of my doggie frens! I hope my Mumsy would know what to get it... I am soooo looking forward to this Sat!

It isn't just me celebrating my barkday. Mumsy told me that I have been invited to not one, but two partees!!! Cookie, a fellow corgi, will be celebrating her barkday on 23rd Feb and we are going to Benny's! I have never met Cookie before so I am definitely looking forward to his partee!

This is Cookie! He looks like me! (Photo courtesy of Cookie's Mum)

And then there is the invite from Auntie Claudine for Prince William's 1st barkday on 15 or 16th Feb. Auntie C isn't sure which day is possible yet though, so my suggestion is have it on both days! Teeheehee... I hope we get to go to Pawtobello so that I can try out their yummy stuff!

Life at home is rather quiet now cos Dad is down with tummy pains. Mumsy isn't any better but she is still able to bring me for walks while Dad stays in to rest. I prefer walks with Daddy cos he isn't so rigid! Mumsy is a control freak! She constantly pulls me away, especially if I am marking the pillars. A dog gotta do what a dog gotta do! I hope my hoomans get better soon so that they can bring me to the beach soon... May be as my barkday treat? I need to get my legs stretched! It has been raining quite frequently, so on some evenings, the hoomans would just sit with me in the kitchen, bored to death.

Take a look at the veedeo below. That's how bored Daddy is... He resorted to playing with my EARS to keep himself entertained. *roll eyes*

The Main Event

I don't know if you have noticed the ticker on the top of my blog page. It is to count down to my barkday! Each day when I get to use this piece of metal, I will take a look at it. As you can see, my Math isn't that good so I need to constantly remind myself when my barkday is.

I have been browsing online for doggie cakes, in the hope that Mumsy will buy something decent for me. After the Christmas feast, I think my hoomans won't forget my special day. I was just browsing the US Doggie Bakery page (it is on my Favourites) and the sheer number of choices of cakes I can select from astounds me!

Should I choose from the fresh cream cakes which have SIX flavours (carob, vanilla, banana, strawberry, blueberry and pandan)?





Or the yummy healthy looking fruit jelly cakes with peaches, pears and strawberries on the top?




Or the sinfully rich fresh cheese cakes (again with a choice of SIX flavours and FOUR toppings!)?

Or the yummiest looking bone I have ever seen: the Muffy Cake that is made from either lamb or chicken?

I am soooo torn apart now. I WANT EVERYTHING!

Tell you what, why don't you guys gimme a helping paw and help me vote for my first barkday cake? I got all the way till next Wed to decide so please help me okie?

PS: I am willing to share my cake!

PPS: All photos are courtesy of US Doggie Bakery. Check them out!

Of puke and presents...

Lately I have been leaving my hoomans little surprises when they get home from work or when they wake up in the morning. I have been puking my breakfast and dinner out! Physically I feel great, can't wait to run an extra mile or jump to get my bones but my food always find a way out of my tummy and onto the floor. The weird thing is I have been consistently finishing my Primal mixed keebles for the whole wheek (so that Santa Cos will gimme a present!) and yet I am puking it up... Mumsy is looking at me in a worried manner and I fear I have to go and visit Doc Dog soon...

On a separate matter, my hoomans were wrapping presents for my doggie frens last night! I went wild when they showed me what they got for my frens and they had no choice but to keep me in the kitchen while they wrap the presents all up! I want them for myself!!!

Here's a photo of the presents! Mumsy said if I am good today she MIGHT bring me to Auntie Zoe's tomorrow!

*Scratch scratch*

I loooove my hoomans scratching me. One bad thing about having short limbs is that you tend to miss quite a bit of area when you wanna scratch this itchy spot somewhere behind you head. Reaching it is possible but I rather have my hoomans doing it for me.

This is how I get my scratches. Usually my hoomans will be sitting on the floor, reading their books or having a conversation and I walk up to them surreptitiously. I just flop next to them and instinctively their hands will come towards me and start to scratch me!

This morning was the same. Mumsy was having her breakfast (I tried to jump for her bread) when I flopped beside her. She started to scratch me all over unconsciously, but after awhile she noticed that I was twisting and turning my body to get her to scratch the places I wanted. She looked at me with this amused expression before hollering for Dad to take some photos of me in ultimate bliss.

Don't I look like I am absolutely enjoying it?

Scratch under my right ear please

A bit more to the right...

AHHHH..... That's the place

Yes yes yes....

Don't forget under my chin!

Of course, I show my appreciation by snuggling in between my hooman's legs (and get free pets at the same time!). Dad wasn't too happy after this above peekture was taken becos he had FUR all over him!

Living like a "superstar"

I attempted to act like a superstar one day last wheek. Afterall, hoomans (especially mine) like to take photos of us doggies. Sometimes they can be so annoying, sticking their cameras into our faces when we don't want them to... I have christened them bugbug-razzi as they are as annoying as bugs!

So I started out standing on staircase landing, waiting to be sure all eyes were on me before I made my descent. Of cos my hooman bugbug-razzis had to take some shots of me preening and posing there.

When I finally do get down to the first floor, I make sure the camera is still on me and that my every move is being recorded down. My Mumsy said that it is like being Bean-ney Spears (I think she meant Baked Beans!), where every move the Bean-ney Spears makes, cameras will pop and flash. Bean-ney Spears drives crazily while I run crazily!



When I am eating, the bugbug-razzis continue to pester me for more photos. So much so that I lost my appetite and turned away. Eating is so unglam, yet they still wanna take peektures of me making a mess during meal times. No wonder all the superstars develop food disorders!


When I am out playing and getting dirt all over, the cameras follow! I think this bugbug-razzi has to change her camera! It is a shot that doesn't do me justice. Can't see my sexy silhouette because of the blurred edges!

Here's another shot of me with my bodyguard. I am trying to run and hide from the pesky bugbug-razzis while my skinny good-for-nothing bodyguard takes a leisure stroll beside me. I am gonna fire that guy!

These bugbug-razzis also take unflattering shots of me when I am not noticing! I don't know what my publicist is doing, allowing such ugly peektures of me to be published! I am gonna fire her too! Don't you think my butt looks fat in the second peekture? They should airbrush the peektures like what they do for Mimi Carey!

I got sick of the sub standard peektures and decided to give them my best smile, in the hope that all future publicity peektures will be of the same good quality as this one.

Being a superstar is tiring. I don't think I am cut out for such a life. I don't know how Bean-ney Spears does it, but I would recommend being a doggie is so much better than being a supersta

Don't you agree?

Not for the fainthearted

No this isn't some arty-farty painting. That's, according to my Mumsy, my blood. So if you are already feeling faint (I don't think doggies would feel faint, only hoomans), don't read this!

Last Sunday I didn't go to school. Not that I played truant but becos there was a doggie competition going on and Lucas had to be there with his students that were taking part. One of them did him proud by clinching a REAL trophy! And that is Big Chester, but I am sure he would have preferred food? Anyway, congratulations to my hero!

Ok, back to my story. My hoomans brought me out to run in the field and brought along my squeaky ball and my frisbee. According to my hoomans, I am still not playing frisbee correctly. I was supposed to catch it and bring it back, not catch it and shake it all around like I was trying to break it into pieces. So my hoomans took it away and threw my ball around instead. Like always, I tire out after 15 mins of hard running and to end the whole thing, Mum took out the frisbee and gave me one last run. I caught it and proceed to mangle it. Mumsy ran up to me and gave a gasp before ordering me to drop it. Something in her voice made me plause instead of running off, and I dropped it immediately. That's when I tasted something salty and warm in my mouth.

By this time Dad ran up and both my hoomans immediately hustled me off the field. Dad even carried me in his arms for a bit. All this while that warm salty liquid was coursing now my throat and dripping everywhere. I was a bit puzzled at my hoomans' reaction cos I felt physically fine. I did notice red splotches of stuff were coming out of my mouth. When did my saliva turn red?



Once home, my hoomans proceeded to check my mouth. Like I said before, I don't like hoomans touching my mouth but this time I sensed that Mumsy was a lil' panicky (and I was rather tired) so I didn't put up a fight. Mum looked at me for a bit and said something about me bleeding non stop and that I should be brought to the vet. In the meantime, Dad gave me a piece of ice to suck on while they got ready. When they came back to get me, I stopped bleeding, just like that! Mind you, by this time my blood was all over the kitchen but it stopped just like that. Mumsy sat beside me to monitor me and I decided since she wasn't gonna play with me, I would just lick off all the blood on my paws. But it seemed like a neverending chore and all of a sudden Mumsy pushed my head away. I looked at her indignantly but she told Dad that I was bleeding again! They gave me more ice and it stopped. My hoomans soon realised that it was my incessantly licking that was keeping the wound open.

Daddy supposedly watching me

Guess what they did next? They sat with me for an hour, keeping me distracted with my duck so that I wouldn't lick! It worked and the bleeding stopped for good. Can u see the small wound on my tongue?





Actually I don't know what the fuss was. You heard how Mumsy was squealing in the veedeo for me to stop licking! I didn't even feel any pain and I kinda like the taste of my blood. Smells like my Primal Lamb dinners! The only good thing I got out of it was lotsa tummy rubs and scratches for the rest of the day and I got to gnawl on my leftover bone!


On other matters, I am finally a LAWFUL citizen of this island! My dog tag came in the mail yesterday and here is a peekture of me wearing it! Handsum or not? *Woof*

All about me...

I know I haven't been talking much recently. Blame it all on my Mumsy!

Anyway just some updates on me. After getting a lot of advice from other corgi owners and Lucas, my hoomans brought me to visit Doc Dog to check on my right hindleg. Apparently I have been walking funny (that's the closest word that I can come up with) and this has caused some worries. Thank goodness it was my usual Doc Dog and not the one that was so touchy-feely with my privates!

Doc Dog made me sashay around her room and said that my leg was too straight! My hips were fine though and most likely, my too-straight leg was inborn. Auntie Zoe said I am a left pawed dog, which was absolutely spot on cos that's the paw I used to play footie with! Anyway, being a leftie, my right paws' muscles aren't as developed. Doc Dog said there was nothing that she can to medically to treat it and recommended my hoomans to keep me slim! Ha! Now my hoomans are grateful that I have been so fussy with my food!

Other than that, to make up for her neglect, Mumsy and Dad brought me to the beach on Friday for a nice long stroll. I got to eat this Mac-do-something french fries! My Mum said I would glad sell my soul to the Mac-do-something clown in order to eat those fries! After that it was a loooong stroll to the jetty and I spent my time licking those salty fishy smelly stuff off the ground. Needless to say, I was very happy that evening.

I think I should give my hoomans the doleful look more often. Cos each time I do that, they will give me presents! My Mumsy bought me my first real bone today and I had so much fun chewing on it! I will post the photos the next time cos Mumsy needs this back to start doing her work...

Until the next time!

Blog Action Day!

Sir Chance-lot posted that it was Blog Action Day on 15th Oct. I am a day late, but I thought better late then never.

It never fails to amaze me that hoomans can be ignorant asses when they want to be. Mumsy hates walking me under the apartment blocks as the floor are filled with litter. I mean if they were throwing stuff that can be degraded by nature, that would be a little more forgivable. But nooooo, they throw stuff like metal cans, plastic bottles and bags!

We dogs don't throw our stuff away (heck we don't even have any belongings!) and the only thing we contribute to the environment is poo and pee. And all these go back to help plants grow better. I don't know why Mumsy is so fussy about picking up my poo when it does only good stuff to nature. She is so obsessive that she picks up other dogs' poo too!

So on Blog Action Day for the environment, I managed to brainwash my hoomans into doing something. Mumsy has always been very green conscious and she pledged not to drive her veehicle to areas less than 5km from home. I think she is gonna struggle cos she is so dependent on it now.

And though I think I am a green enough dog but I think I can do better. I shall 1) finished all my food and 2) erm, I can't think of anything else! How about eating one less rawhide a wheek?

Especially for Mama Soon

Mama Soon dropped me a surprise message here yesterday! I didn't expect her to remember such a naughty dog like me. Coincidentally, I wanted to write about my recent diet but after the long (and embarrassing) post last evening, I lost the mood to talk abt food.

Since I came back from Augus's place, I have been the perfect dog when it comes to food. Friends would remember I was rather finicky with food. But Mama Soon changed my viewpoint totally. Meals at her place were yummy and delishcious! I gobbled everything up partly because it tasted soooo good and partly I was afraid that Augus will eat my food (Augus was a perfect gentleman throughout the whole time). All the same, I realised that I am not the only dog in the world and there are others that won't be as nice as Augus and steal my food when I am not watching!

I brought the habit back home and my hoomans are very pleased with me. They no longer have to cajole me or play games with me for me to eat! And because I have been so nice, they went to Uncle Martin and got me some raw food! Now Chester my brother has been on raw stuff for most parts of his life and tells me it is very yummy. When I tried Primal Raw Food mixed with Oven Baked and Back to Basic kibbles, it tasted just the way Chester said it would: YUMMY!

Mumsy, encouraged by my new found appetite tried other stuff on me too. She learnt from Mama Soon that bittergourd is good at controlling my urine odour (what odour?) so she has been feeding me that too. I love it although I did catch my Mumsy saying she can't stand the darn thing! Look at me gobbling it up!

So Mama Soon, I have been a good boy!

Cody the Cowardly Dog

It is pretty obvious that I share this post with my Mum. Who (doggie or otherwise) would call themselves a COWARD?



My Mumsy said I remind her of Courage the Cowardly Dog, a dog that is terrified by the most mundane things in the world. I shook my tail at that, cos I am NOT that a coward. She begs to differ though. I tried to erase this but Mum took her metal back and edited this post, so I am limiting the damage by rewriting the whole thing.

Yes I got to admit I have a huge fear of the dark now. I used to wait eagerly for my walks at night, wagging my tail off and giving my hoomans a big grin when they take the leash out. But nowadays, I am a bit more subdued. Don't get me wrong. I still prefer to get out and stretch my legs but why can't they bring me out when the big globe of light is still shining? And why on earth do they have to bring me to dark places? I keep having flashbacks of that fateful night when the darn husky sprang a surprise on me. I'm sure if I have seen him coming, I would have given him as good as I got! So now I keep whirling around to check my back when we are out. My hoomans are pretty irritated with this behaviour and try their best to encourage me to walk properly (not run away in fear).

And yes, I am sure after what I have gone through, you would understand why I try to make myself invisible when I encounter another dog. Why can't my hoomans be more understanding? They brought me to the dog run last Sat and all I wanted to do was to dig a hole and bury myself when I saw the number of huskies there! There were other big dogs too and I was too petrified to do anything else but hid under the bushes. Mumsy dragged me out and made me sit in the middle of the field, holding my collar. When other dogs came up to me to investigate, it took Mumsy everything to prevent me from bolting away. I actually snapped at a friendly cocker spaniel when he persisted in sniffing my butt! Dad pitied me and suggested to bring me home early. I was so relieved that I ran to the gate and stood there while my hoomans took their own sweet time.

I thought we were going straight to the veehicle but NOOOOO, my Dad said we should sit at the benches next to the pond for a bit. All around me were big dogs getting their shower and being dried. The only good thing was they were leashed or placed high up on a table so they couldn't get me. However, next to me was a small Maltese that was super friendly. My hoomans were laughing at the way the Maltese was standing on his hide legs and dancing around. I was pretty glad to watch from afar but that Maltese decided to come and make friends. I immediately got up and tried to tug my hoomans towards the car but they were too dumb to make a connection. So I had to run around in circles AWAY from the Maltese. Gawd, it is killing me just to admit this fact, but I prefer my version of the story than what Mumsy had written. The Maltese was like some mad possessed dog, twirling on his hide legs and coming after me at the same time! *Shudder* I can't write anymore about this without dying so I guess it is better you watch the veedeo yourself.



Mumsy was concerned enough to tell Lucas (my trainer in case you are wondering) about my bad(?!) behaviour at the dog run when I went for class on Sunday. To try see how bad I was, he brought up 3 of his dogs, Bailey, Jean and this chocolate lab. I was trembling in fear because on Sunday I was the only dog that attended school and I was always hanging out with puppies! But Lucas brought out my fav toy, tennis ball, many of them in fact. He bounced the balls around and rest of them chased after the balls and I did the OPPOSITE. I ran away from the dogs! Mumsy joined in the fun and after seeing how the other dogs ran after her for attention, I was jealous that she wasn't playing with me. I started to run after the balls she threw and after awhile I started to enjoy myself! I was so surprised at myself when I ran after a ball that Jean was chasing and grabbed it away from her! Needless to say, I had the best training session that afternoon!

All the same Mumsy is thinking of sending me to K9 Kulture for more socialisation classes. I can then have a relaxing massage with Auntie Zoe and have lotsa fun with Benny! Thinking of all the fun I can have with Benny almost make me forget the fear of socialisation classes!



I am still deciding if the pain from going for socialisation classes is worth Benny's wild romps! What do you guys think?

Pet names

I am bored. And Augus isn't here to play with me!

Have u heard this saying, "An idle mind is the Devil's playground"? Well, I must have a very bored Devil too cos all he could think of was this curious topic: Pet names for pets.

I don't mean the names you were given by your hoomans, e.g. Benny (my buddy) or Chester (both the big and the small one), but names other than that. My hoomans have a couple of names other than Cody for me. I think you will be rather puzzled when you hear their favourite one for me... Here goes, take a deep breathe and don't laugh; it is FUNGUS!

Got you scratching you head? How did a prim and proper Welsh Pembroke Corgi named Cody be labelled FUNGUS? Read on...

You see, unlike most doggies who adopt their hoomans' last names or surname, I didn't. Dad said this doesn't give respect to my birth father if I were to take Daddy's surname. But calling me just Cody didn't seem right, especially when my hoomans wanted to scold me. I mean calling a person by their full name would make them sit up and take notice and this is especially handy when you are trying to drum something into someone's (like mine) skull. After much thought, they called me Cody Moldy. I think a glimmer of understanding is shining through the fog now isn't it? Moldy means fungus, a kind of organism that feeds on other organisms. I haven't seen one yet but when I do, I'll show it you.

So now my hoomans call me Cody Moldy everyday and when Mumsy wants to irritate me, she calls me FUNGUS at the top of her voice. You won't believe how embarrassed I am when she does that. Thank goodness she has only done it at home. Can you imagine how embarrass I will be if she starts calling me FUNGUS when we are at a dog run? I will be laughing stock of all the doggies there!

How about you guys? Do you have pet names other than the proper ones your hoomans gave you? Share it with me!

Attacked!

What's up with me and huskies! I seem to be always be their punching bag! There I go about doing my own biz and I get chased, harassed and even bitten by them. I am just a harmless lil' corgi, why do they have to torment me so much?

Late last evening, my hoomans brought me out for my usual walk. The normal route we took was one that cuts into the area with shorter houses. I like going there cos there are lotsa doggie scents around so my nose would be perpetually on the ground. What I don't like about that route though, was the numerous dogs that bark at me loudly when I walk pass. I think they are just jealous that I am out for a walk while they are trapped behind that fence of theirs.

So there we were, me messing up other dogs' scents by pissing here and there, especially when I smelled a dog that I don't quite like. We were almost home, only needing to run across the road to get home. This is one part I like, dashing across the road like a mad dog. I accidentally slipped on the metal grill and when I struggled to my feet (my hoomans were laughing at me), something chomped on my neck! I immediately screamed and vaguely heard Mumsy doing the same. It was another dog and it didn't let go of me until Dad pretended to kick him! When it let go, my heart sank as what stood in front of me was ANOTHER husky! I immediately turned to run, but I was on my painful collar and Mumsy told me sternly not to panic. Look who's talking cos I could smell her fear! Mumsy walked slowly away from the husky, who kept staring at me in a menacing manner. Dad walked behind us, trying to deter the husky from chomping on me again!

That sneaky doggie tried to run up on me a couple of times and this time I was in blind panic. All I wanted to do was run for my life, but Mumsy was adament that we walk slowly. I kept straining on my painful collar and it lived up to its name: it was damn painful. I was out of breath and in fear and didn't realized that I was wheezing and whimpering out loud. All of a sudden, the painful collar broke and I ran! Dad chased after me for a bit and this spurred me to continue running. Then both my hoomans stopped and called me to them coaxingly. I turned and saw the husky behind them. That persuaded me to stick close to them and Mumsy managed to put the painful collar back while Dad shooed the husky away again.

By this time we have already crossed the road and near home. We walked past another 2 doggies and Mumsy stopped to warn their owner about the stray husky. All I wanted her to do was to get me home safe! We finally got into the box that beeps and bring us up to our floor and I collapsed on the floor gratefully. Once we got out, I made a beeline for the door to my home. Usually my hoomans and I would play a game of Chase, i.e. Dad would be at the door while Mumsy would be hiding at the lift lobby. I had to herd Dad back to the door then run back to herd Mumsy. But last night, I refused to move at all and stared longingly at the door. Dad got the hint and carried me in. I was finally safe.

Now I am very wary when I go out. I gonna sniff everywhere for the smell of huskies and if I smell them, I am gonna run in the opposite direction. My hoomans too were shaken. Dad approached the husky to check if it was wearing a collar, but the husky didn't dare to come near. My hoomans initially thought some idiotic hooman unleashed the husky and looked around frantically for its owner. After awhile they realized that the husky either escaped or abandoned, but having no collar made the second scenario more plausible. For the rest of the night, I stuck close to my hoomans.

I think I m mentally scarred after this. May be I shall start a "Help Cody get therapy" fund. Would you guys donate?

The Good News

Mummy came home last night with a silly grin on her face, holding a piece of paper in her hands. She sat down in front of me and for a moment, I thought she went a bit crazy. Cos Mummy never sat down and grin at me so uncontrollably before! She told me that it was time to spill the beans (my ears perked up immediately and I swivelled around to look for those beans) about The Good News she told me about last wheek.

Apparently, according to some fellas, I am not allowed in the apartment I am currently staying in. Mumsy wrote many long passionate eemails to them and after waiting for quite a bit, she was given the approval. That means I can continue to stay with my hoomans! Yippie!

I have to be micro-chipped though, whatever that means. I hope it has something to do with the chocolate chips I am always seeing in Daddy's food. Mumsy made an appointment with Doc Dog this coming wheekend to do the deed.

I like getting Good News cos Mumsy would look goofy for an extended period of time while giving me extra cuddles. More Good News please!

Mr Teddy and I

A treat for you guys! Double post in a day! Actually, I am so bored I don't know what else I can do.

Remember Mr Teddy? I wrote about him here previously. Last wheekend, Daddy was doing the usual cleaning of my hidey-hole and he decided to throw Mr Teddy away. He didn't bother to even ask me for permission and he just threw Teddy in the bin! I waited for him to go and do whatever hoomans do before sneaking to the bin and rescuing poor Teddy out. When Mumsy came down to check on me, she was surprised to see Mr Teddy lying next to me. She asked Daddy if he changed his mind on throwing Teddy away and Dad said no. They both stood there and looked at me for a minute (I was trying to look as innocent as I can cos I wasn't sure if I did the right thing by rescuing Teddy, Mumsy don't allow me near the bin) before it dawned on them that I took Teddy out! Daddy apologised and took Teddy away for a wash. So for the rest of the wheek I slept alone without Mr Teddy.

Teddy was finally out of the wash yesterday and Mumsy gave him to me. I immediately went bonkers and... well I think you can view the veedeo yourself and judge.



Mumsy took a look at me and shook her head. She then showed me what Mr Teddy looked like before she gave him to me. When I saw that, I was feeling a teeny lil' bit of guilt. Cos Mr Teddy doesn't look like Mr Teddy anymore. Oops... Here's how Mr Teddy looked before and after being friends with me. Mumsy said Mr Teddy makes a good case for corgi surgery!

The Original Fussypot Pants

I got my chicken drummets yesterday for dinner! I gave up on my hunger strike and finished my food consistently for the last couple of days before Mumsy considered feeding me my fav food. It was yummy! And I think I ate too much. Cos Mumsy took the chance to give me the maximum amount I was supposed to be eating and mixed it with the chicken drummets. It was delishcious!

Just that this morning, I couldn't fathom why I could stomach plain keebles and decided to do my hunger strike again. Mumsy isn't too concern though. She told me I have just finished the whole can of chicken drummets and she ain't gonna ever buy it for me again. *sob*

The wheekend was pretty quiet. It was raining off and on so we didn't go to school. I didn't go for my usual walks too cos it was too wet or raining when it was time for me to stretch my legs. Despite being much cleaner than usual (since I was indoors for a few nights), I had to have my usual shower! Pooh! I protested during the blow drying and bit Daddy hard on his arm. For that Daddy refused to play, talk or even look at me for the rest of the evening, no matter how hard I tried. He did his disappearing act at some unearthly hour this morning before I had my chance to say sorry. Well, I guess I have to act all contrite when he returns on Friday for good.

Mumsy said I should take this chance to introduce the person who was the ORIGINAL Fussypot Pants. She met up with Auntie Hui Xian and Auntie May on Sat (BUT she didn't bring me along!) for lunch and coffee. And with them was Miss Fussypot Pants: Cate! Cate is older than me by 5 months and she is one of the tiny but smart hoomans I was telling you about. She speaks my language, likes to throw things around, like to lick everywhere, likes to scream (or bark) for attention, and... she is a Fussypot Pants too! She lives with Auntie H, and apparently Cate chooses to drink her milk powder by brands! If Auntie H buys a brand she doesn't feel like drinking, Cate goes on a hunger strike! Sounds like my soulmate! I think I am in love!

Here's a photo of Miss Fussypot Pants. I would prefer if she was hairier, but I ain't gonna complain.