Timon

I made a new friend, Timon. He is a big big doggy. He is waaaay bigger than me. When I first saw him, I was a widdle scared because he was so big. But yesterday, he came to our yard to play with me and I growled at him and he whimpered. Just then, there I knew it that I might be small but I am more powerful than him. His daddy held him with a leash and I ran around him again and again jumping and hopping at him. I even bit his ear and he gwunted. I hid in the bushes and jumped out of him and he jumped back. And he licked my nose for me. I bit his tail and his daddy said "Wait till Timon opens his big mouth, he can swallow you whole" and I squealed and hid behind mommy and jumped at him again. Ooh it was so much fun. Hope he comes again today to play. Mommy said she might invite Timon and his daddy for tea if they come. Yippee I can show him my room and my bowl and my toys. I hope he doesn't take them for his own. Would he?

Garden Gratification

Breakfast Mêlée

Can I have what you are having Daddy?

Can I have it now?

Maybe if I hide under the table, daddy might drop some crummies

Can I have a piece if I say "please"?

Eyes gleam at the smell of sandwiches

Must get the sandwich before daddy comes

Uff..ugh...phew...Almost there...someone lift my butt up for me pwease

Oh hi Mom, can I have a sandwich?

Introducing little Bruno

Hi. I am Bruno. I am a Golden retriever and am ... mommy, how old am I ? Yes fifty six days old! I am vewy cute or so mommy says. I love to bite mommy's and daddy's ankles, shin, calves and clothes. I have lots of toys but I prefer mommy and daddy to play with. I love to chase little children and hop around like a rabbit in our lawn. Will talk to you more in the posts to come! Nice meetin ya.

Ice cubes and Ice Cweam

Blessed is the day I had my first ice cweam. I knew I was hooked for life when I took the very first lick. All thanks to my doggy doctor, I despise him, but I will forgive all his sins just for introducing me to ice cweam. I had a bad tummy and he said ice cweam soothes the tummy but only vanilla flavour , no other.
Daddy bought a cup of ice cweam for me. It smelled so beautiful and when I took my first lick, it was so cold, I loved it. I am crazy about ice cweam and can have ice cweam for bweakfast lunch and dinner. I never liked any other flavour, only vanilla. Everytime the ice cweam man goes ringing the bell, I bark and bark asking him to stop, but he thinks I am shooing him away and he rides his bicycle faster and peddles away. But when mommy and daddy are around they make him stop and they buy ice cweam for me.

I also love ice cubes , they are fun to play with. Mummy sometimes gives me a cube and I put it on the floor and chase it when it tries to slip away, and then I hold it in my mouth enjoying the coldness and I let it melt in my mouth slowly.

Daddy says I belong to the colder parts of the world that is why I enjoy cold things. I live in a place that is hot and humid round the year, and I actually feel lucky because if I were to live in cold regions like the Tundra (sissy told me its freezing cold there and I might get lost in the snow because my fur is whiter than snow), I wouldnt get access to ice cweam, people there prefer hot things. So... thanking my stars and my doggy doctor for ice cweam. And ice cubes. 

House Fly

"Bzzzzzzzz" it goes around me. It is so irritating. A puppy's ears are very sensitive. I tried eating it once or twice but it just went "bzzzzz" near me again. The annoying house fly. It sometimes sits on my nose and stares at me as if asking "What are you going to do now mister?". I hate it I hate it... I hate the house fly. He teases me so much with his stupid buzzing. Everytime he buzzes I run into the room and hide near the bed where I hope he doesn't find me. It upsets me a lot and I don't want to talk to anyone, I just sulk in my room. Nasty pesky house fly. BE GONE


"Bzzzzzzzzzzzz"

Good Boy

 I love that word, "Good Boy". Mummy calls me a good boy when ever I do something nice or not do something naughty. And I feel so nice when she calls me that, my ears fall flat on my head and I wag my tail and smile at her when she calls me a good boy. I am a good boy most of the time, I guard the house by barking at anyone who enter my neighbor's house and smile and greet people who enter my house, even if they are not welcome, I bark at empty streets especially when mommy tries to sleep, I am house broken but I still try and pee on the couch when she goes out so when she enters, she comes home to doggy room freshner, I try to chase the cats away, I chase pigeons, I beg for food even if I have just eaten and I jump on her bed soon after my walks with my dirty paws. She loves me a lot and I love her more because I am her Good Boy.