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Misc.

The Things We Do for Our Animals.

Still pretty.

If it wasn’t because of this ridiculously sweet look, and the fact that she was bouncing all over the yard like a kangaroo when I came back, I wouldn’t clean that paw with poo all over.

Could you at least watch your step when barking at the monkeys, pretty please?

Crazy Dogs go to the Vet’s.

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We had to bring Xiao Bi to the vet’s this afternoon because she had bloody urine. Coco had to tag along because otherwise she’ll be whining and crying like somebody was torturing her. Both of them ended up having a lot of fun believing that a porcelain dog at the vet’s was real and Xiao Bi thought there was another dog behind a tinted glass and decided to go all friendly with her own reflection. Way to go, girls!

Xiao Bi was given antibiotic and a med for 5 days. I’m thinking it should be urinary tract infection – but what do I know? Though the good thing is, she was, and still is, as crazy and active as ever. Which means I’m going to be very miserable for the next 5 days trying to put those pills in her mouth without her spitting them out.

I am, and always will be, with You.

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Some bird babies fell into the yard from their nest this evening and of course, Xiao Bi tried ‘retrieving’ them, probably believing that they were preys. Worrying that she might hurt them unintentionally, I put her on the leash and tied to my waist, so she had to follow me wherever I went. As sweet as this may sound, she was totally upset with the idea. :)

Our path with Xiao Bi wasn’t an easy one. Being a Golden Retriever, she had too much energy in her when since she was a puppy and we were not equipped with the knowledge of exercise, discipline, and affection. And probably because of Gobi, her sister, who died at a very young age, I poured all and only affection on her and of course, she turned into a rebellious one who dragged me into cactus bush and knocked me down when she wanted to do things her way. When we learned about the importance of exercising and disciplining her, we started rehabilitating her right away. She didn’t change in just one day, but has improved tremendously from what she used to be. But there is just one thing that she still couldn’t change. One thing that might just cost her life, that is to run out of the yard whenever she gets a chance.

With all the not-so-pleasant news in the country lately (not to forget this in the newspaper today), I guess all I wanted to say is, I’m not only worrying about the safety of street animals, I’m now also worrying about the safety of Xiao Bi and Coco. It is such a sad case that pet dogs that wander out are normally friendly and trusting with humans, and they might just end up being shot. Having license and tags don’t seem to be of any difference. And if they fight back, they are being labeled as ‘dangerous’, and still being shot.

Just, who doesn’t fight back when you feel your life being threatened? And aren’t they supposed to be given a second chance – whether it’s a chance to be adopted or to be claimed back by owners?

I don’t like this, babe. I’m concerned for your safety. So please, as you turn 4 today, can you not run out of the yard on your own? We’ve been bringing you and Coco out everyday, and I promise we will continue to do so.

Happy Birthday.

We’re Totally Running Out of Manpower…

… so we equipped the dogs with gears and let them work too. :D

Oh my, I can’t believe I’ve skipped blogging for nearly a week now. The truth is, this whole new-workstation thingy is eating all my energy and time, and really, I do not want to bore anyone of you with all the little details of the moving – though they are quite fun, at least for us. :)

We’ll be away for a short trip tomorrow and should be back over the weekend. And then it’s all about moving in because most of the furniture should be fixed before we leave, and my dad will be helping to settle some electrical work while we’re away. Now I realise why I always tend to see something and feel that I can and should do it myself. Because I totally, I mean, TOTALLY, got it from my dad.

P/S: And of course I have problem taking proper photos of the dogs in gear. They wouldn’t be my dogs if I can take proper photos of them without the wrestles and all.

The Dogs.

It’s almost a tradition that whenever Wah is away, the dogs will turn into bullies during their evening walks and I’ll become the victim. This time around, however, I’ve only had minor issues so far *touch wood*. So it’s either I have slowly grown into their pack leader, or they have grown old enough to understand the term RESPECT.