I was walking Cher the other day and on the way back, this lady with a toddler wanted to know if it was ok to let the kid near the dog. I said, sure!
So the kid is petting the dog and Cher is all happy and wagging her itty bitty tail, the mother is happy the dog's not mauling her kid after all, so she goes... "How sweet, is it real?"
Eh?
Did she just ask me if my dog was REAL?
Ah. No lady. This here is the latest Japanese Robodog, with real fur from a real dog (who was merely shaved not skinned for his fur mind you), and has a super computer inside that will make it do everything real dogs do, even poo.
Jesus Frickin Christ.
Showing posts with label Baboos. Show all posts
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Saturday, January 16, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
What's that smell
I have been plagued by the stink of Snow's piss as I wake up every morning and go to bed every night for the past few months. Partly due to the fact that the lil' bugger insists of pissing everyfuckingwhere and partly due to the fact that his litter box is in my bathroom and no matter how much I keep it clean, it insists on stinking.
Sunday, when I woke up yet again to the deadly stench of cat piss, I vowed to take the entire mess out, wash, scrub the box with scalding hot water and detergent, add fresh litter, deodorizer and then dare the heavens to ever tease my abused nostrils with the foulness again.
On that mind numbingly cold morning, I dragged my reluctant self from my warm bed, dug around in the closet for a pair of shorts, discarded my furry socks and donned icy rubber slippers and proceed to deliver on my vow.
Two hours later, we had a squeaky clean litter box. Snow was aghast at my ferocious attack on his throne of excreta and kept mewling unhappily just outside the bathroom door. When I placed the dry box back in the loo and went to get fresh litter, he promptly jumped in it and settled down as if if he didn't I would make it my own and start pissing in it. Bhondu.
I went to bed last night, woke up this morning... ahhhh! so this is what it smells like in other households. It's wonderful!
Sunday, when I woke up yet again to the deadly stench of cat piss, I vowed to take the entire mess out, wash, scrub the box with scalding hot water and detergent, add fresh litter, deodorizer and then dare the heavens to ever tease my abused nostrils with the foulness again.
On that mind numbingly cold morning, I dragged my reluctant self from my warm bed, dug around in the closet for a pair of shorts, discarded my furry socks and donned icy rubber slippers and proceed to deliver on my vow.
Two hours later, we had a squeaky clean litter box. Snow was aghast at my ferocious attack on his throne of excreta and kept mewling unhappily just outside the bathroom door. When I placed the dry box back in the loo and went to get fresh litter, he promptly jumped in it and settled down as if if he didn't I would make it my own and start pissing in it. Bhondu.
I went to bed last night, woke up this morning... ahhhh! so this is what it smells like in other households. It's wonderful!
Monday, March 23, 2009
Howling
Um no, this is not about vampires. This is about a dog who thinks... um no, she doesn't think she's a vampire either. This is about a dog who thinks... ready for this? Thinks she is pregnant. Yikes!
Ok, not the first occurrence for me, Sweetie used to think that too from time to time. But maybe a first occurrence for Cher. If all the whining, scraping and howling is any indication. The howling especially is a bitty funny, cause she howls when:
When she gets rather antsy, I always try to soothe her with belly-rubs and I love the way she presses herself close, lays her head down and sighs. At peace.
Ok, not the first occurrence for me, Sweetie used to think that too from time to time. But maybe a first occurrence for Cher. If all the whining, scraping and howling is any indication. The howling especially is a bitty funny, cause she howls when:
- The Phone rings
- Any song with whoo-whoos in it
- Snow yowls
- I yawn loudly
When she gets rather antsy, I always try to soothe her with belly-rubs and I love the way she presses herself close, lays her head down and sighs. At peace.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Saturday
Woke up this morning to find Cher snuggled on top of my tummy, over the blankie, snoring. It was just such a silly noise, as if she had laboured the previous day stacking bricks on a wall under the hot sun, instead of sleeping and sleeping and sleeping some more and oh yeah some more sleeping.
Snow doesn't snore as much as he grunts and groans, at times making the most hideous racket in the night forcing me to get up and shush him! The worst is when he needs to go potty at night, he'll completely FLIP, and I do mean F.L.I.P, out. Bouncing and jumping at anything and everything, yowling and howling like a freakzoid, at times scaring the crap outta me. He'll go potty then, stinking up the whole country, and like a deflated balloon afterwards will collapse at the nearest cozy spot and fall asleep.
This morning he discovered the strangest thing he never had encountered before. ANOTHER CAT!!! His eyes practically popped outta his lil skull in amazement when he spotted this gray stray jumping window sills outside our balcony. His expression was "WHA? WHAT? What IS that? Looks a lot like me!" His lil head cocked to an angle, his eyes WIDE open he stared at the cat in pure and utter fascination as if to say, Woo, I never knew there were more of me out there! I was practically rolling on the ground laughing my ass off at his expression. The stray jumped off the ledge and disappeared from our view and Snow flipped completely out, he scrambled off his perch on the chair and went racing this way and that, not really knowing which way to go, making lil mewling guttural sounds, frustrated beyond belief.
Sad and dejected he finally moaned about a bit and settled back on his perch looking out at the spot where the stray had sat, hoping he/she will come back I presume. He looked ever so cute, with his lonely depressed face, blinking slowly at the world outside.
Cher and I went back to bed, me back to my crochet and she back to snoring.
Snow doesn't snore as much as he grunts and groans, at times making the most hideous racket in the night forcing me to get up and shush him! The worst is when he needs to go potty at night, he'll completely FLIP, and I do mean F.L.I.P, out. Bouncing and jumping at anything and everything, yowling and howling like a freakzoid, at times scaring the crap outta me. He'll go potty then, stinking up the whole country, and like a deflated balloon afterwards will collapse at the nearest cozy spot and fall asleep.
This morning he discovered the strangest thing he never had encountered before. ANOTHER CAT!!! His eyes practically popped outta his lil skull in amazement when he spotted this gray stray jumping window sills outside our balcony. His expression was "WHA? WHAT? What IS that? Looks a lot like me!" His lil head cocked to an angle, his eyes WIDE open he stared at the cat in pure and utter fascination as if to say, Woo, I never knew there were more of me out there! I was practically rolling on the ground laughing my ass off at his expression. The stray jumped off the ledge and disappeared from our view and Snow flipped completely out, he scrambled off his perch on the chair and went racing this way and that, not really knowing which way to go, making lil mewling guttural sounds, frustrated beyond belief.
Sad and dejected he finally moaned about a bit and settled back on his perch looking out at the spot where the stray had sat, hoping he/she will come back I presume. He looked ever so cute, with his lonely depressed face, blinking slowly at the world outside.
Cher and I went back to bed, me back to my crochet and she back to snoring.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Let the necking...begin!
"Charles—it was love at first sight when I saw your beautiful, long neck..."
"Nadine—you're the one with the vertebra that WON'T QUIT"
And then they stared at their lake reflections fer hours, Jennifer B.
http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/2008/09/giraffe-and-ost.html
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Silver Linings
Cher did something last night that just amazed me. No, she did not cook me a fancy dinner. But it was equally amazing.
It was bedtime and I called her over to come follow me to the room, when I reached the room I, out of habit, closed the door behind me, forgetting for a moment that Cher was following me. Before I could turn around to open the door, it opened. The lil miss had ambled over to the door, bumped her nosed on it and figured it was closed, so she stood up on her hind legs and pushed it open with her lil itty bitty fore paws!! AWWWWWWWWman it was ever so cute. And amazing. I know she's blind and not stupid, but still.
The D-Day is approaching. Over the weekend I shift. I have managed to arrange for the advance rent and 2 months security somehow from my own resources. I'm still about some short, but I think I'll manage for now. *phew* There's this THING hanging over my head that just will not let me relax. There's a lot going on in the office and it's driving me insane. Plus the house shifting and my natural tendencies to launch into panic attacks because any major change in my life will completely unhinge me, has not been fun. I hate setting up house. Hate the whole 2-3 weeks it takes to settle in a new home. I like things to be SET already when I get there. *sigh* I shouldn't complain. But I'm still going to. GAH!
And then I fell off the cyclerick yesterday. Which was NOT FUN! Just banged my shoulder, trying to save the laptop. The upside was that the cyclerick wala dropped me all the way to the office and I didn't have to switch cyclericks after the crossing.
It's all about the sliver linings I tell you. :P
It was bedtime and I called her over to come follow me to the room, when I reached the room I, out of habit, closed the door behind me, forgetting for a moment that Cher was following me. Before I could turn around to open the door, it opened. The lil miss had ambled over to the door, bumped her nosed on it and figured it was closed, so she stood up on her hind legs and pushed it open with her lil itty bitty fore paws!! AWWWWWWWWman it was ever so cute. And amazing. I know she's blind and not stupid, but still.
The D-Day is approaching. Over the weekend I shift. I have managed to arrange for the advance rent and 2 months security somehow from my own resources. I'm still about some short, but I think I'll manage for now. *phew* There's this THING hanging over my head that just will not let me relax. There's a lot going on in the office and it's driving me insane. Plus the house shifting and my natural tendencies to launch into panic attacks because any major change in my life will completely unhinge me, has not been fun. I hate setting up house. Hate the whole 2-3 weeks it takes to settle in a new home. I like things to be SET already when I get there. *sigh* I shouldn't complain. But I'm still going to. GAH!
And then I fell off the cyclerick yesterday. Which was NOT FUN! Just banged my shoulder, trying to save the laptop. The upside was that the cyclerick wala dropped me all the way to the office and I didn't have to switch cyclericks after the crossing.
It's all about the sliver linings I tell you. :P
Friday, July 4, 2008
Lets See
Alrighty, so Snow is peeved off that he has to now share attention with Cher and he hisses and slaps her around annoyed at having to put up with her. I had to spank his lil tush the other night for slapping Cher bang on her lil noggin and scaring the bejesus outta her, lil pottysingh! Totally regretted it when he slunk behind the laundry bag and looked up at me woefully. Awwwman. He looks so goddamn cute even when he's being a meanie. I'm trying to let him know that he has to accommodate Cher while she's with us. It's not working, of course.
Cher on the other hand is learning her way around the house quite well, no more banging against furnitures and walls... well not so much anyhoos. When I take her for her walk, she LOVES it, gets all excited and wags her lil itty-bitty tail and when we go down the stairs my heart just fair breaks at her fumbling attempts to get down the stairs. She's a brave lil lady, just needs a lotta coaxing and encouragement and she's managed to go down 2 flights unassisted. But I think she finds the entire 4 flights really hard to figure out, so she'll just sit, look abouts to where I am standing and wag her itty-bitty tail as if asking PUHLEASE pick me na! I'll carry her down and on the street she's off like a lil happy rocket.
She poops just fine and is good at walking behind/beside me, her lil nosie at times bumping against my leg when I slow down. I have had ppl stop twice and tell me "how kewwwwt!!"and ask me what breed she is, I guess she looks a lil funny with her fur all chopped up. On the way back up the stairs she has no issues climbing, but she does get tired before we get to our floor. I'm giving her 2 meals and she licks her bowl clean, when I lift her I can feel difference from the day I got her to how she weighs now. Neat progress. Her infections are all dried up and flaking off, a rather icky prospect to deal with cause she now wants to sleep with me on the bed. I let her, of course. :P Love the way she romps about on the bed pleading for belly-rubs, tho at 4:00am I'm pleading with her to lie still and SLEEP!
N predicts that I'll end up keeping her. That thought crosses my mind at least 30 million times in a day :D, and I start off with all the reasons how I can and how I cannot. :( She reminds me of Sweetie so much, not that she's anything like Sweetie, but even Da was all like, it's like Sweetie is back with you. Hmmmmmm.
"Let see", said the Zen Master.
Cher on the other hand is learning her way around the house quite well, no more banging against furnitures and walls... well not so much anyhoos. When I take her for her walk, she LOVES it, gets all excited and wags her lil itty-bitty tail and when we go down the stairs my heart just fair breaks at her fumbling attempts to get down the stairs. She's a brave lil lady, just needs a lotta coaxing and encouragement and she's managed to go down 2 flights unassisted. But I think she finds the entire 4 flights really hard to figure out, so she'll just sit, look abouts to where I am standing and wag her itty-bitty tail as if asking PUHLEASE pick me na! I'll carry her down and on the street she's off like a lil happy rocket.
She poops just fine and is good at walking behind/beside me, her lil nosie at times bumping against my leg when I slow down. I have had ppl stop twice and tell me "how kewwwwt!!"and ask me what breed she is, I guess she looks a lil funny with her fur all chopped up. On the way back up the stairs she has no issues climbing, but she does get tired before we get to our floor. I'm giving her 2 meals and she licks her bowl clean, when I lift her I can feel difference from the day I got her to how she weighs now. Neat progress. Her infections are all dried up and flaking off, a rather icky prospect to deal with cause she now wants to sleep with me on the bed. I let her, of course. :P Love the way she romps about on the bed pleading for belly-rubs, tho at 4:00am I'm pleading with her to lie still and SLEEP!
N predicts that I'll end up keeping her. That thought crosses my mind at least 30 million times in a day :D, and I start off with all the reasons how I can and how I cannot. :( She reminds me of Sweetie so much, not that she's anything like Sweetie, but even Da was all like, it's like Sweetie is back with you. Hmmmmmm.
"Let see", said the Zen Master.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Mixing it up!
Somehow things are working out rather well... with the dogs and the cat. Not with the maid.
I had taken Cherie to the vet immediately after rescuing her. They chopped of all her mats, which means all of her fur. She had bruises, and the vet confirmed that she's blind. Me and Koo bathed her once we came back home. Cherie sleeps in my room in Bala's old bed. She recognizes my voice and she's responding to the name Cherie. She has this darling lil way of concentrating on my voice when I'm calling her and walking towards it, gently bumping her nose against the wall or door jamb when she falters. She has figured out how to get in and out of the bed. She loves belly rubs. She eats like a lil lady with lil nibbles but she attacks the rawhide bone with glee.
I got her a puppy leash and a collar and we went for a nice lil walk this evening. If I keep talking to her, she walks right beside me. But at times she'll stop and sniff about and refuse to budge, then turn around and pick another direction. I'm thinking I'll tie a bell to my shoe and see if she figures out by the sound that I'm with her, walking beside her.
I'm trying to get her into a routine, but it's been difficult cause Bhumi doesn't really help. She just does the bare minimum and that just plain pisses me off.
Ginger is a sweetheart, a tad too submissive and a tad bit insecure. But she loves belly rubs too. I gave her Bala's squeaky toy and man it was hilarious watching her with it. I don't think she's ever had a toy before, cause she would hop over to the toy and then quickly hop back as if expecting it to explode, nudging it just barely and yip with glee when it squeaked. Absolute joy watching her play with it. No issues with food, she licks her plate clean and she's quite well behaved on the walks.
And yes, Dr. R was on the dot about one detail. She is a very beautiful girl... and I think she knows it. :)
The stress of dealing with 2 strange dogs has forced Snowie to take up yoga. Here's his highness striking a very complicated pose.
I love the utter disdain he has for all and sundry... TeeHee!
I had taken Cherie to the vet immediately after rescuing her. They chopped of all her mats, which means all of her fur. She had bruises, and the vet confirmed that she's blind. Me and Koo bathed her once we came back home. Cherie sleeps in my room in Bala's old bed. She recognizes my voice and she's responding to the name Cherie. She has this darling lil way of concentrating on my voice when I'm calling her and walking towards it, gently bumping her nose against the wall or door jamb when she falters. She has figured out how to get in and out of the bed. She loves belly rubs. She eats like a lil lady with lil nibbles but she attacks the rawhide bone with glee.
I got her a puppy leash and a collar and we went for a nice lil walk this evening. If I keep talking to her, she walks right beside me. But at times she'll stop and sniff about and refuse to budge, then turn around and pick another direction. I'm thinking I'll tie a bell to my shoe and see if she figures out by the sound that I'm with her, walking beside her.
I'm trying to get her into a routine, but it's been difficult cause Bhumi doesn't really help. She just does the bare minimum and that just plain pisses me off.
Ginger is a sweetheart, a tad too submissive and a tad bit insecure. But she loves belly rubs too. I gave her Bala's squeaky toy and man it was hilarious watching her with it. I don't think she's ever had a toy before, cause she would hop over to the toy and then quickly hop back as if expecting it to explode, nudging it just barely and yip with glee when it squeaked. Absolute joy watching her play with it. No issues with food, she licks her plate clean and she's quite well behaved on the walks.
And yes, Dr. R was on the dot about one detail. She is a very beautiful girl... and I think she knows it. :)
The stress of dealing with 2 strange dogs has forced Snowie to take up yoga. Here's his highness striking a very complicated pose.I love the utter disdain he has for all and sundry... TeeHee!
Friday, May 23, 2008
Dieter- Photos
My big fella is going home tomorrow. :(
Dr.R and I'm going to have a discussion on whether Dieter can stay with me next time when it's needed. Of course he can stay, there need not be any discussion. But I did promise myself to be practical so in the light of which I'm going to ask Dr. R that he send Dieter with food and train me how to walk him on the leash minus all the dashing about. Yip.
Dr.R and I'm going to have a discussion on whether Dieter can stay with me next time when it's needed. Of course he can stay, there need not be any discussion. But I did promise myself to be practical so in the light of which I'm going to ask Dr. R that he send Dieter with food and train me how to walk him on the leash minus all the dashing about. Yip.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Dieter
Should probably have titled this: Adventures in Dogsitting
Dieter won't eat. He ignored the chicken, he ignored the biscuits, he ignored the eggs and cheese and he ignored the chapatis. I'm befuddled cause I have yet to come across a dog that wont eat with gusto at least one of these. He doesn't seem sick, cause he plays about and wants to be petted and let off on the balcony, on his walks he's the same exuberant sort dashing this way and that. I have concluded that he misses his dada and is upset about being away from him. :(
Dr. Ryder and I have been in constant communication over Dieter, talking on the nearly 3-4 times a day and he's befuddled as well. I have asked him to come take the fellow back home on Friday. I think as a test to see if he can stay here, everything seems fine but I'm worried if he won't eat then that will become a huge issue. I asked him if this is how Dieter was in the boarding houses as well, but Dr. R thinks those fellow lie cause they'd say that the dog ate all his food, he loves milk, he's very happy... but now maybe he really wasn't eating his food there either! Bummer.
I do love having this dog in the house. He's no bother at all in the house, makes no fuss of any kinds and is a very sweet and loving chap. I love the way he cocks his head when I call his name, and his soulful eyes look up at me asking to be let out on the balcony, how he scuffs about on the carpet and the wary way he observes Snowie. I love hugging his neck and he'll sort of lean into me, as if telling me to hug harder and sigh a great big sigh. When I'm home and working on the laptop, he'll come every once in a while to check on me. I don't think he knows hide-n-seek but we sorta played that out last night and I think he gets the hang of it cause after a few times he'll come slowly to my hiding place and just peep in to see if I'm really there. I wish I knew or should learn how to handle him better so that our walks are fun for both us. I have asked Dr. R to teach me to handle Dieter before he teaches me art, I really really want to be able to take him on his walk and not make a spectacle of myself with all the guards and car drivers laughing at me.
And, NO I'm not at all thinking of keeping him. I'm going to be very practical about these things and now set ground rules that I absolutely cannot violate. Yip.
Dieter won't eat. He ignored the chicken, he ignored the biscuits, he ignored the eggs and cheese and he ignored the chapatis. I'm befuddled cause I have yet to come across a dog that wont eat with gusto at least one of these. He doesn't seem sick, cause he plays about and wants to be petted and let off on the balcony, on his walks he's the same exuberant sort dashing this way and that. I have concluded that he misses his dada and is upset about being away from him. :(
Dr. Ryder and I have been in constant communication over Dieter, talking on the nearly 3-4 times a day and he's befuddled as well. I have asked him to come take the fellow back home on Friday. I think as a test to see if he can stay here, everything seems fine but I'm worried if he won't eat then that will become a huge issue. I asked him if this is how Dieter was in the boarding houses as well, but Dr. R thinks those fellow lie cause they'd say that the dog ate all his food, he loves milk, he's very happy... but now maybe he really wasn't eating his food there either! Bummer.
I do love having this dog in the house. He's no bother at all in the house, makes no fuss of any kinds and is a very sweet and loving chap. I love the way he cocks his head when I call his name, and his soulful eyes look up at me asking to be let out on the balcony, how he scuffs about on the carpet and the wary way he observes Snowie. I love hugging his neck and he'll sort of lean into me, as if telling me to hug harder and sigh a great big sigh. When I'm home and working on the laptop, he'll come every once in a while to check on me. I don't think he knows hide-n-seek but we sorta played that out last night and I think he gets the hang of it cause after a few times he'll come slowly to my hiding place and just peep in to see if I'm really there. I wish I knew or should learn how to handle him better so that our walks are fun for both us. I have asked Dr. R to teach me to handle Dieter before he teaches me art, I really really want to be able to take him on his walk and not make a spectacle of myself with all the guards and car drivers laughing at me.
And, NO I'm not at all thinking of keeping him. I'm going to be very practical about these things and now set ground rules that I absolutely cannot violate. Yip.
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