Welcome Helios and I am soooooooooo wanting to see you.
Hip Hip Hooray to Helios who is coming Home to leave with Herbie.
I definitely will not see you this week because my mom is away in England.
Why is she in England – I don’t know? I am supposed to be English and shouldn’t I be in England???
If I ever go to England, I am hoping to see Princess Anne – she loves English Bull Terriers.
Back to Helios – I was told I can only come & play with you next week – oh no mom is away next week. I will ask Auntie Sam to walk me to your house or cycle there with me.
Lots of wet wet licks in advance
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
A Dog is still Man’s Best Friend
My friend Chewie was featured in yesterday’s national newspaper. I can’t read so I asked Auntie S to read and tell me what was written in the newspaper.
If you have been reading my blog, you will remember I posted about Chewie back in March last year. Time flies and I am glad there is closure. If you wish, the link to my short post last year: http://scubatoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/clean-bill-of-health-to-chewie.html
I am glad justice has been done for Chewie.
I am sure there are many humans out there who must have read the article. Some may be standing on Chewie’s and Uncle J’s side whilst some may do otherwise. That is ok for everyone is entitled to their opinion.
After his discharge from Doggie Hospital, Chewie came to my house to recuperate and I had been with him - talking to him trying to make him happy, until the day we went home. Our owners decided Chewie was not going back to his home to recuperate and convinced Uncle J to let him stay at my place. Uncle J agreed.
Not many people know but Mom grew fond of Chewie and was sadden the day Chewie went home.
His first week after discharged
Chewie can lie on his left side after spending a few months in the playpen.
If you have seen his condition, you will feel that NO DOG should be treated like that i.e. beaten by some sick psycho.
Why am I calling this person a psycho?
- how can a man have a female name as a surname ( joking)
- how can a normal person beat a living thing when he / she / it is defenseless (Chewie was tied to grille)
- how can a normal human ‘trick’ his future mother in law into paying for his petrol and meal (bet you guys didn’t know that. Chewie told me one afternoon. Chewie didn’t like the way his grandma was treated)
If you have been reading my blog, you will remember I posted about Chewie back in March last year. Time flies and I am glad there is closure. If you wish, the link to my short post last year: http://scubatoo.blogspot.com/2006/02/clean-bill-of-health-to-chewie.html
I am glad justice has been done for Chewie.
I am sure there are many humans out there who must have read the article. Some may be standing on Chewie’s and Uncle J’s side whilst some may do otherwise. That is ok for everyone is entitled to their opinion.
After his discharge from Doggie Hospital, Chewie came to my house to recuperate and I had been with him - talking to him trying to make him happy, until the day we went home. Our owners decided Chewie was not going back to his home to recuperate and convinced Uncle J to let him stay at my place. Uncle J agreed.
Not many people know but Mom grew fond of Chewie and was sadden the day Chewie went home.
His first week after discharged
Chewie can lie on his left side after spending a few months in the playpen.
If you have seen his condition, you will feel that NO DOG should be treated like that i.e. beaten by some sick psycho.
Why am I calling this person a psycho?
- how can a man have a female name as a surname ( joking)
- how can a normal person beat a living thing when he / she / it is defenseless (Chewie was tied to grille)
- how can a normal human ‘trick’ his future mother in law into paying for his petrol and meal (bet you guys didn’t know that. Chewie told me one afternoon. Chewie didn’t like the way his grandma was treated)
- how can a sensible man insist and demand that his future mother in law prepares his morning tea / coffee / breakfast for him.
- how can he continue to whack Chewie with the bamboo pole despite the neighbours shout - begging him to stop.
- How can he offer to buy Uncle J another dog to replace Chewie. For all parents – if your child have behavioral problems, how would you feel if someone says to you “give your child up, there are others in the orphanage. I will find you a better behave one”
- How can one be sure Chewie's aunt won't be beaten up if she ends up marrying him
For those human out there who do not know Chewie, let me give you a brief history. Chewie didn’t have a happy puppyhood. His first owners gave him up. Uncle J felt sorry for him and adopted Chewie. With Uncle J’s love, Chewie was able to socialise with other dogs.
During his recuperation, his close friends and their owners visited him everyday. Friends like Rafv, Joey, Jack, Tommy, Herbie and Buddy (and others whom I do not have their pictures)
I can tell you even my feline siblings knew he was not well.
For all my human friends out there – please do not ASSUME if you don’t know the whole story.
My dear mom always say – MEDIA HYPE (don’t they get the facts right !!!!)
Just remember ASSUME is – to make a ASS out of U and ME
If anyone wants to know how Chewie is doing? He is doing great. Able to run and hop. He spent last Sunday with us at the beach and even attempted to swim.
He celebrated Christmas at my home last year.
Love, Scuba
Monday, March 05, 2007
This is the Year of the Golden Pig
Because of that Golden Pig (whoever she or he is), my mom went out to buy the Movie – Babe: Pig in the City and made me watch it with her.
She keeps saying “Scuba, look Babe and the Bull Terrier look so much alike… (minus Babe’s curly tail). At one stage, she keeps calling me Scuba Babe or Scuba Baby. I think the worst thing she has referred me to be, is “The Platinum Pig”. She said I am white (that’s platinum) and I look like a PIG.
Anyway, the movie taught me three things; COMPASSION, KINDNESS AND FORGIVENESS.
Greatest mistake – at the end of the movie, they refer us the English Bull Terriers as Pit Bulls.
The Lunar New Year is celebrated over 15days and yes, yesterday the 04th of March was the 15th day. Our owners decided to bring us to the beach (it was relaxing for them after 15days of visiting relations and friends and getting drunk and too much card games and mahjong)
Did I hear beach? HELP!! HELP!! SOMEONE HELP!! (Me squealing). NO SWIMMING PLEEEEEEEASE!!!!!!
Of course I was made to go in the water.
Do I look like I enjoyed the water? Noooooooooooooooo
After the water, I was allowed to do anything I like. So I decided I was going to run away before anyone put me back into the water.
FREEDOM
...or maybe I can pass myself off as a dalmatian (look at those dalmatian spots. The dalmatian spots are very obvious on me when I am wet).
She keeps saying “Scuba, look Babe and the Bull Terrier look so much alike… (minus Babe’s curly tail). At one stage, she keeps calling me Scuba Babe or Scuba Baby. I think the worst thing she has referred me to be, is “The Platinum Pig”. She said I am white (that’s platinum) and I look like a PIG.
Anyway, the movie taught me three things; COMPASSION, KINDNESS AND FORGIVENESS.
Greatest mistake – at the end of the movie, they refer us the English Bull Terriers as Pit Bulls.
The Lunar New Year is celebrated over 15days and yes, yesterday the 04th of March was the 15th day. Our owners decided to bring us to the beach (it was relaxing for them after 15days of visiting relations and friends and getting drunk and too much card games and mahjong)
Did I hear beach? HELP!! HELP!! SOMEONE HELP!! (Me squealing). NO SWIMMING PLEEEEEEEASE!!!!!!
Of course I was made to go in the water.
Do I look like I enjoyed the water? Noooooooooooooooo
After the water, I was allowed to do anything I like. So I decided I was going to run away before anyone put me back into the water.
FREEDOM
...or maybe I can pass myself off as a dalmatian (look at those dalmatian spots. The dalmatian spots are very obvious on me when I am wet).
Friday, March 02, 2007
Dogs and Cats
I like to response to Rafv’s post in his blog about coming to my house and the first thing he does is look for my male sibling Pepper rather than MOI.
Well just be careful when you play rough with Pepper because he can be:
CATastrophe – great disaster when they don’t like you….watch out for those claws
CATerwaul – They scratch and you will scream
To be honest, sometimes Rafv thinks he is a cat. Maybe he is a cat in wolf’s dressing.
I am serious, Rafv talks to Pepper all the time (especially when they are together in a corner)
Rafv, I heard your mummy wanted to bring Pepper home to keep you happy and worse, she may get you a kitten or a cat (for good). Before you are doom to have a feline as a sibling. I think you should tell your mummy the difference between dogs and cats
Dogs
A dog thinks:
Hey, these people I live with feed me, love me, provide me with a nice warm, dry house, pet me, and take good care of me... They must be gods!
A cat thinks:
Hey, these people I live with feed me, love me, provide me with a nice warm, dry house, pet me, and take good care of me... I must be a god!
Dogs are faithful, affectionate, and courageous;
Cats are independent and are loners
Dogs concentrate on dominance and submission, play and are selflessly heroic. Dogs don’t put so much details in their surroundings
Cats are physically and mentally capable of exploring their surroundings in great detail.
To be fair to our human owners, studies have shown that pet owners are usually happier, compassionate, more independent and feel more secure than people without pets. Pet owners make friends easier, suffer less from loneliness and bounce back from grief faster. Pet owners are also more active and take better care of themelves. Bravo to our owners
So Auntie R, the more pets the merrier and it is ok for Rafv to have a feline sibling.
ps If you recall my last post and my last picture (cover the bits), my one and only female sibling Ginger, has to cover her face to sleep. Poor Girl
Well just be careful when you play rough with Pepper because he can be:
CATastrophe – great disaster when they don’t like you….watch out for those claws
CATerwaul – They scratch and you will scream
To be honest, sometimes Rafv thinks he is a cat. Maybe he is a cat in wolf’s dressing.
I am serious, Rafv talks to Pepper all the time (especially when they are together in a corner)
Rafv, I heard your mummy wanted to bring Pepper home to keep you happy and worse, she may get you a kitten or a cat (for good). Before you are doom to have a feline as a sibling. I think you should tell your mummy the difference between dogs and cats
Dogs
A dog thinks:
Hey, these people I live with feed me, love me, provide me with a nice warm, dry house, pet me, and take good care of me... They must be gods!
A cat thinks:
Hey, these people I live with feed me, love me, provide me with a nice warm, dry house, pet me, and take good care of me... I must be a god!
Dogs are faithful, affectionate, and courageous;
Cats are independent and are loners
Dogs concentrate on dominance and submission, play and are selflessly heroic. Dogs don’t put so much details in their surroundings
Cats are physically and mentally capable of exploring their surroundings in great detail.
To be fair to our human owners, studies have shown that pet owners are usually happier, compassionate, more independent and feel more secure than people without pets. Pet owners make friends easier, suffer less from loneliness and bounce back from grief faster. Pet owners are also more active and take better care of themelves. Bravo to our owners
So Auntie R, the more pets the merrier and it is ok for Rafv to have a feline sibling.
ps If you recall my last post and my last picture (cover the bits), my one and only female sibling Ginger, has to cover her face to sleep. Poor Girl
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Sleep – my favorite subject
How much sleep do we need?
Hey we are dogs after all and may I add ALL dogs sleep when there is nothing else to do and that is what we do best - SLEEP. You can’t expect us to read a book, watch TV or waste our time on the computer (oops isn’t this what I am doing right now)
This article is dedicated to Auntie G – she laughed at me when I was in Snoozeland.
Like humans, we do have certain sleeping positions. And like them, how we sleep will determine the kind of doggie we are.
I am a bull terrier and I can only say this about myself. I like curling up to make myself like a ball, rest my little egg shape head on one paw, and then tuck my muzzle and nose and eyes under anything.
This position is what the human refer to as the Foetus. Apparently, this position described one as tough on the outside with a sensitive heart.
Ha!! The one thing you don’t know is. Although this position may imply that we are sleeping hard but hang on, we are not. We may be more awake then you think.
I also enjoy sleeping on my back with four paws in the air. I promise you, I am not doing it just to look like a weirdo or what Auntie W said, I look like I am in rigor mortis. We have less fur on our tummies so when we fell hot, we tend to sleep this way – to cool us down
How about this one? When we lie back to back or side by side – we are simply bonding with one another. And when we are in this position, we are bonding with you. It is our way of showing affection and the desire to be with other dog or human
Then there are some of us bullies who sleep on our side with both arms out in front. Bet you didn’t know that this position depict an open nature but can be suspicious and cynical. Humans call this position Yearner.
What about times when we need extra boost for our head. This position is called Hang Over
Or the one that does not permit flashing around. Maybe we can call this ‘cover the bits’
Have you ever seen us making strange little yelping noises while moving our legs and paws? Of course we are dreaming. Perhaps chasing a rabbit, a rodent, a ball or importantly FOOD.
As for me, no one can wake me up (I bet Auntie G will agree. She has a video of me doing just that).
The best I can do when anyone calls me is, I will probably open one slanty beady little eye to let you know I am not missing anything.
p/s - So so so glad to be back after so long. I miss all of you
Hey we are dogs after all and may I add ALL dogs sleep when there is nothing else to do and that is what we do best - SLEEP. You can’t expect us to read a book, watch TV or waste our time on the computer (oops isn’t this what I am doing right now)
This article is dedicated to Auntie G – she laughed at me when I was in Snoozeland.
Like humans, we do have certain sleeping positions. And like them, how we sleep will determine the kind of doggie we are.
I am a bull terrier and I can only say this about myself. I like curling up to make myself like a ball, rest my little egg shape head on one paw, and then tuck my muzzle and nose and eyes under anything.
This position is what the human refer to as the Foetus. Apparently, this position described one as tough on the outside with a sensitive heart.
Ha!! The one thing you don’t know is. Although this position may imply that we are sleeping hard but hang on, we are not. We may be more awake then you think.
I also enjoy sleeping on my back with four paws in the air. I promise you, I am not doing it just to look like a weirdo or what Auntie W said, I look like I am in rigor mortis. We have less fur on our tummies so when we fell hot, we tend to sleep this way – to cool us down
How about this one? When we lie back to back or side by side – we are simply bonding with one another. And when we are in this position, we are bonding with you. It is our way of showing affection and the desire to be with other dog or human
Then there are some of us bullies who sleep on our side with both arms out in front. Bet you didn’t know that this position depict an open nature but can be suspicious and cynical. Humans call this position Yearner.
What about times when we need extra boost for our head. This position is called Hang Over
Or the one that does not permit flashing around. Maybe we can call this ‘cover the bits’
Have you ever seen us making strange little yelping noises while moving our legs and paws? Of course we are dreaming. Perhaps chasing a rabbit, a rodent, a ball or importantly FOOD.
As for me, no one can wake me up (I bet Auntie G will agree. She has a video of me doing just that).
The best I can do when anyone calls me is, I will probably open one slanty beady little eye to let you know I am not missing anything.
p/s - So so so glad to be back after so long. I miss all of you
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Please help me; I’m drowning
Hey guys, I may not be that old but this song - Please help me I’m falling by Hank Locklin) reminded me of my adventure last Sunday.
Please help me; I’m drowning in to the sea
Shake my ears to avoid the water, don’t let them rush in
For I shouldn’t want to be wet, but trust me I did
Please help me, I’m drowning in to the sea
Hehe look like water got in my nose too
Please help me; I’m drowning in to the sea
Shake my ears to avoid the water, don’t let them rush in
For I shouldn’t want to be wet, but trust me I did
Please help me, I’m drowning in to the sea
Hehe look like water got in my nose too
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
I said I miss the beach. I never said I miss the sea
If you want to know what happened to me last Sunday when mom was away in Hong Kong, check this out:
http://herbiegr.blogspot.com/2007/01/beach-outing-photo-intensive.html
http://herbiegr.blogspot.com/2007/01/beach-outing-photo-intensive.html
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
I miss the beach.
It has been a long time since I went to the beach. I was hoping this weekend (If weather permit) to go to the beach with my buddies. It never work when you plan anything. This time, my mom is going away this weekend for work – No Beach and No Mom. DARN
Well since I can’t go, I might just have to relive the memories of me and the beach.
You may notice, I don’t talk about going in the water. With a name like mine, you would think I love the water right!
WRONG
See how terrified I look when I am in the water
I don’t like anything in my ears and going in the water means I will have that salty liquid thingy in my ears. It make me so uncomfortable. I have to shake it off, even it mean shaking it off in the water.
Beach is ok. I love the sand. I usually will rub / roll myself on the sand – immediately after coming out of the water.
Of course I get myself full of sand. I don’t mind shaking the sand off (at least I am on land)
I remembered the last time at the beach. I was excited when I found a tree branch.
I was trying to take it back and give it to Auntie S as a present. She love that
…….. then I heard "Scuba come here" It was mom and she must be calling me to give me food
It must be food. (Sorry Auntie S. Food is more important. Your present can wait)
FOOD Glorious FOOD and the thought of having competition is too much
I must run as fast as I can
Sad sad sad. Cheated again. There was no food. The humans decided to have our photograph taken
How disappointing but it was a good day out
When can we go to the beach mom?
Well since I can’t go, I might just have to relive the memories of me and the beach.
You may notice, I don’t talk about going in the water. With a name like mine, you would think I love the water right!
WRONG
See how terrified I look when I am in the water
I don’t like anything in my ears and going in the water means I will have that salty liquid thingy in my ears. It make me so uncomfortable. I have to shake it off, even it mean shaking it off in the water.
Beach is ok. I love the sand. I usually will rub / roll myself on the sand – immediately after coming out of the water.
Of course I get myself full of sand. I don’t mind shaking the sand off (at least I am on land)
I remembered the last time at the beach. I was excited when I found a tree branch.
I was trying to take it back and give it to Auntie S as a present. She love that
…….. then I heard "Scuba come here" It was mom and she must be calling me to give me food
It must be food. (Sorry Auntie S. Food is more important. Your present can wait)
FOOD Glorious FOOD and the thought of having competition is too much
I must run as fast as I can
Sad sad sad. Cheated again. There was no food. The humans decided to have our photograph taken
How disappointing but it was a good day out
When can we go to the beach mom?
Friday, January 19, 2007
I am back
Everyone is asking where I have been. I didn’t go anywhere. Really – STUCK at home.
Mom has been busy with work (what is that!!!). She said she need the laptop and I have to wait. Pout Pout Pout.
Finally, I have to do my ‘Pleeeeease give me your laptop, I need to talk to my friends’ look.
Finally the laptop was handed to me.
What can I post? Life has not been so interesting. Can’t go to the park, can’t go for long walks. Thanks to the rain.
Know what I have been up to.
During the day, massage my teeth by chewing bone(s),
Lie back and relax
Comes the evening (I am a truly lucky dog for I always have company in the evening), my friends will be over and we will have a great time
(hehe sometimes we play 'menage a trois'
Needless to say, at 9.30pm – it is Goodnight Everyone
Sometimes I do have company at sleep
My twin (this is a toy from my godpa. His name is BT)
...and this is Patch
I am glad to be back.
Mom has been busy with work (what is that!!!). She said she need the laptop and I have to wait. Pout Pout Pout.
Finally, I have to do my ‘Pleeeeease give me your laptop, I need to talk to my friends’ look.
Finally the laptop was handed to me.
What can I post? Life has not been so interesting. Can’t go to the park, can’t go for long walks. Thanks to the rain.
Know what I have been up to.
During the day, massage my teeth by chewing bone(s),
Lie back and relax
Comes the evening (I am a truly lucky dog for I always have company in the evening), my friends will be over and we will have a great time
(hehe sometimes we play 'menage a trois'
Needless to say, at 9.30pm – it is Goodnight Everyone
Sometimes I do have company at sleep
My twin (this is a toy from my godpa. His name is BT)
...and this is Patch
I am glad to be back.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ONE AND ALL
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ONE AND ALL
Let me start the New Year, by dedicating my first post to my purrfect siblings - Ginger and Pepper (aka The Spice in my Life).
Unfortunately, not all cats and dogs can get along with each other. Some cats and dogs do become best buddies, while some just tolerate each other, or they don't get along at all.
Many have said that the terrier group (i.e. ME the Minaiature English Bull Terrier), have an instinctual drive to chase and attack. You will not see this happening in our house. Ginger, Pepper and I do play, eat and sleep together.
For tolerance, Ginger and Pepper do tolerate my friends when they come over. In fact, they do mingle amongst us. BRAVO to them. Those who know my two Jack Russel friends, Jack and Joey. They are after all Ginger's godbrother.
Let's not forget Pepper, he is Rafv's play mate. They will chase and tease each other whole day.
And because of them, Herbie has overcome his fear of felines.
I want to thank my siblings for teaching me RESPECT and TOLERANCE. I love you both very much.
A little trivial about cats and dogs:
Where do you think the phrase – ‘Raining cats and dogs’ come from?
Cats and Dogs were assigned as companions to the ancient Egyptian gods and goddesses.
The cats and dogs in ancient Egyptian mythology are associated with the climate.
The cat was associated with rain, while dogs were associated with wind. A really heavy storm, which combined lashing strong winds and torrential down-pouring rain, indicated that both cats and dogs had a hand in the storm, i.e., it was raining cats and dogs!
The English version was; In the early 17th century London, cats and dogs often did their mice-hunting on the rooftops of buildings. It certainly does rain a lot in London, and the poor animals were sometimes caught there during a storm, to be washed from the rooftops, over the eaves, and to fall on the top of startled passersby.
We promise all our friends in Singapore and Malaysia, we have nothing to do with the recent whether.
All three of us in the family would like to wish all our friends
A HAPPY NEW YEAR.
May 2007 be PURRFECT (from Ginger and Pepper)
and for all who are investing their monies, may 2007 be a BULLish year (from me the BULL terrier)
Love from
Ginger, Scuba and Pepper
Let me start the New Year, by dedicating my first post to my purrfect siblings - Ginger and Pepper (aka The Spice in my Life).
Unfortunately, not all cats and dogs can get along with each other. Some cats and dogs do become best buddies, while some just tolerate each other, or they don't get along at all.
Many have said that the terrier group (i.e. ME the Minaiature English Bull Terrier), have an instinctual drive to chase and attack. You will not see this happening in our house. Ginger, Pepper and I do play, eat and sleep together.
For tolerance, Ginger and Pepper do tolerate my friends when they come over. In fact, they do mingle amongst us. BRAVO to them. Those who know my two Jack Russel friends, Jack and Joey. They are after all Ginger's godbrother.
Let's not forget Pepper, he is Rafv's play mate. They will chase and tease each other whole day.
And because of them, Herbie has overcome his fear of felines.
I want to thank my siblings for teaching me RESPECT and TOLERANCE. I love you both very much.
A little trivial about cats and dogs:
Where do you think the phrase – ‘Raining cats and dogs’ come from?
Cats and Dogs were assigned as companions to the ancient Egyptian gods and goddesses.
The cats and dogs in ancient Egyptian mythology are associated with the climate.
The cat was associated with rain, while dogs were associated with wind. A really heavy storm, which combined lashing strong winds and torrential down-pouring rain, indicated that both cats and dogs had a hand in the storm, i.e., it was raining cats and dogs!
The English version was; In the early 17th century London, cats and dogs often did their mice-hunting on the rooftops of buildings. It certainly does rain a lot in London, and the poor animals were sometimes caught there during a storm, to be washed from the rooftops, over the eaves, and to fall on the top of startled passersby.
We promise all our friends in Singapore and Malaysia, we have nothing to do with the recent whether.
All three of us in the family would like to wish all our friends
A HAPPY NEW YEAR.
May 2007 be PURRFECT (from Ginger and Pepper)
and for all who are investing their monies, may 2007 be a BULLish year (from me the BULL terrier)
Love from
Ginger, Scuba and Pepper
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Who says Santa only delivers presents on Christmas Eve?
I got a BIG present from Mr. Santa Paws last night (he was right, I was fast asleep. Me in snoozeland)
He left a big present for me:
In keeping with the tradition, I am not allowed to open my presents until Christmas morning – What a bummer!!!! Don’t understand the humans, why do they bother to wrap gifts and then unwrap it. Doesn’t make sense to me.
If you have read my earlier blog, you may remember I asked Santa Paws to grant me some wishes. He had granted me 2.
The first wish was for Rafv and Tommy to make up and be best of pals again.
Rafv's eyes are closed not because he look worrried. He closes his eyes when he is relax and when he is happy, he sticks out his tongue. Tommy is so sweet, he has his front left paws on Rafv (a great gesture of offering your paws as a sign of friendship).
(Eat your heart out, Auntie W and Auntie R - to see your boys together)
The second was for Herbie to overcome his fear of cats
Sorry I miss you and the reindeers and a BIG Thank you for my present and the 2 wishes.
He left a big present for me:
In keeping with the tradition, I am not allowed to open my presents until Christmas morning – What a bummer!!!! Don’t understand the humans, why do they bother to wrap gifts and then unwrap it. Doesn’t make sense to me.
If you have read my earlier blog, you may remember I asked Santa Paws to grant me some wishes. He had granted me 2.
The first wish was for Rafv and Tommy to make up and be best of pals again.
Rafv's eyes are closed not because he look worrried. He closes his eyes when he is relax and when he is happy, he sticks out his tongue. Tommy is so sweet, he has his front left paws on Rafv (a great gesture of offering your paws as a sign of friendship).
(Eat your heart out, Auntie W and Auntie R - to see your boys together)
The second was for Herbie to overcome his fear of cats
Sorry I miss you and the reindeers and a BIG Thank you for my present and the 2 wishes.
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