No goodbyes just - SO LONG MY DEAR FRIEND FUFU

To see the number of Doggies and their owners comment on FuFu’s blog, has to be a real fitting end for a little dear famous mousy friend. Indeed, FuFu did enjoy a long wonderful life. He was so much loved by Auntie Eil and all of us at Dogs With Blogs (DWB)



As my dad was Scottish, I would like to dedicated the below song to FuFu

Auld Lang Syne
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and auld lang syne ?
For auld lang syne, my dear. For auld Lang syne, We'll tak a cup o kindness yet, for auld lang syne !
And there's a hand my trusty fiere, and gie's a hand o thine And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught, for auld lang sine
For auld lang syne, my dear. For auld Lang syne, We'll tak a cup o kindness yet, for auld lang syne !

I had earlier posted a comment on FuFu’s blog and it is only befitting that I post what I had commented, in my blog as a tribute to my tiniest furry friend FuFu.


Dear Auntie Eil,
Mom and I were deeply saddened to hear the news about the death of our super hamsterrier hero– FuFu

Our thoughts are with you and your family during this time. We are in a state of shock.

FuFu was such a funny, entertaining, never fails (to visit all our blogs) supportive hamsterrier to be around.

I remember Christmas last year when I received my first Christmas gift. Not only FuFu thought of me but he also was kind to acknowledge Rafv (my Siberian Husky friend) and sent him a Christmas gift too.

Auntie Eil, I know you will miss FuFu immensely. During this difficult time, my mom and I know you will draw upon your own strength and the strength of all who love FuFu, will strenghten you and we will hold you in our thoughts.

Remember that all the doggies in the doggie blogs care about you and are thinking about you in this time of sorrow. We pray that beautiful angels be sent to comfort you.

He was so thoughtful and so loved by all of us and we want you to know that because of his sweetness, FuFu has a place reserved specially for him in Doggie’s heaven (It has been reserved for him by all the doggies he has touched) and he is playing with all of them now.

So long my dearest friend. I will definitely miss not seeing your comments in my blog.

Fate/Chance - They work in mysterious ways

2 weeks ago, when mom was in Shanghai, she found out from the ‘bull-terriers@yahoogroups.com’ that Badger a English bull terrier in Singapore needs to find a home quickly because his owner is moving to Germany for work and that Bullies are banned there. What is wrong with the Germans? Can’t they get along with the English?



The request came from a bull terrier breeder down in Australia and mom made contact with her. Mom was given the owner’s name and she promised to call when she returns home. She did and was told Badger has found a new home. Badger’s new owners love bullies and have one of their own too, called Toro. She provided the feedback to the breeder and since then has been hoping that Badger did indeed find himself a good home and that he will be loved. I can tell, she has been thinking of Badger heaps.

Then this morning something amazing happen………..….
…. Herbie’s and Helios’ mom called and told her that there are 2 bull terriers at the park (you see, it is quite a rare sight to see bull terriers anywhere, so when they are spotted, guess who get calls).
It was then 9am and poor me got ‘DRAAAAAG’ out of bed to go to the park and meet my kind.

Snoooooooooooooooooooooozing with my toy. Pleeeeeeeease don't wake me



It is not easy to drag me out from my beauty sleep. So in between that time, mom made several request of Auntie Sharon, 1) to ask the owner to wait so ‘we’ (I wished it was just ‘I’ not we) can rush to the park. Mom also has Auntie Sharon find out 2) if one of them is Badger (she said deep down inside, she has a very storng feeling that one of the bull terrier is Badger…… I think humans call this feeling - intuition).
Biiiiingo she was right, it is Badger. So, the more she want to go and meet him.

She drove like a crazy woman to the park - HEY, I didn't have a seat belt on.
Well, we met at the park, humans exchange numbers, and pictures were taken and the ‘you know who and who with which bull terrier and the you know how stubborn these bulls are, etc etc…


Toro, Moi and Badger

Pardon the 'space out' look Hey I not only look sleepy, I am sleepy. But I got loads of hugs from Badger’s new owner so I guess that made me a happy boy.

When we got back, I was given a treat for being a Good Boy and mom went to upload the pictures and send it to the breeder down in Australia and Badger’s owner.

Guess everyone is happy. I am particularly proud of my mom for following up. Bravo to her.

Now I can add 2 more bullies to my list of friends.



I am so glad Badger has found a loving home.

(I overheard my mom telling all my Aunties that now she has found a Bull Terrier breeder, she may consider having a puppy. I shall blame Helios)

Does Size matter?

Size didn’t seem to matter to me, until ………………… I met Rosco

Oh my god he made me look like a midget.

How long does it take to grow into that size?????? How much must I eat to grow to that size????? Ohhhhhhhh uuuuyeeeee He is so much BIGGER than me

Rosco although huge is really a softie and I am beginning to like him. The good thing about him is, he is good to have around tables (with food). Bet if I ask him to ‘knock’ all the food down, he would.


On the other paw, I think I am happy to be with friends who are slightly bigger than me.


Or better still – smaller than me.

I wonder how Jack and Joey feels to be next to Rosco!!!!! He must be a GIANT.

Look who is visiting me in May?

Many have heard me talking about my favourite human – my Beloved Godfather, who lives in Boston, Massachusetts, USA

Unfortunately I don’t see him very much but I heard he is coming over to visit me in May and hopefully, he is bringing loads of goodies for me. I was hoping he will bring my godbrother, Muscles but he is not. Muscles is 14years old and I don’t think he will enjoy the journey.

Mom said Muscles is the reason why she have me. She was so fascinated by Muscles’ behaviour, attitude and personality that she swore she was going to get an English Bull Terrier next. Her NEXT was like 7years later. Before me, dad and her good self, both have a mongrel named Tara and a German Shepherd named Scuba (yes my older sister was Scuba and I am ScubaToo).


She has been telling me and is still telling me how handsome Muscles is (hey I have feelings too!!!!, but thank goodness I have loads of aunties, uncles 2 godmothers and a godfather who love me).


Here is a picture of handsome Muscles with his daddy (aka my godpa)


I once heard a Uncle Jean Philippe telling my mom, she was going round Europe to find the ‘men’ she enjoys (no hard feelings mom. I love you still) – a German to start with, now a English gentleman and ohhhh la la, neeext a French lover (for those who don’t know what I mean – I am referring to her, then having a German Shepard, and now me the English Bull Terrier and who knows - next peut-être a French Bulldog (hehe could be a French poodle).
C'est la vie maman. Je t'aime beaucoup. As you can see, I do respond to your ''allez'' and "c'est tout".

I was told you love cheese and wine too. We both love organizing pawties and I promise you that I will personally overSEE (no pun intended) one for you.



Just come and give me BIG HUGS (in exchange for my wet wet licks… the ones you so love)

Why did I make a ‘bloody’ mess at Herbie’s new home?

Well you all have seen and read about me in Herbie’s blog.

Herbie said I made a 'bloody' mess in his new home and this is true. I have been having an ITCH. I am itching to go out and find my mum but since I am not allowed to go out on my own, I just have to chew my itchy paws.

Mom went to Hong Kong for work (and so she said) but I found out, she went for the 7s.

What is the 7s? I don’t exactly know but she has been was away for 7days.

Her answer – 7s is short for Rugby 7s. Rugby 7s is a variation of Rugby Union and is made of 7 players. Each match is made up of two 7minute halves (14mins). According to her, this is more than a sporting event and without a doubt the biggest event of the year in HK. Look at the crowd


She said she had a ball of a time at the games and where was I, yes you all know SULKING at home ( and also Herbie’s new home).

Talking about the ball. One of the most important rules of the game is that players must pass the ball backwards or sideways but never forwards. How strange is that!!. Maybe my friend Tommy and Joey will love to play at the 7s. Only stumbling block, they have to be as big as the Fijians and the Samoans. Here is Mr. Semisi Serevi from Fiji.
Mom said he is 6’6” and weigh 120kgs. Gee he is HUGE.

Mom said she was staying at a hotel close to the stadium and could see the stadium from her room. Here is the picture of the stadium.


After having a ball of a time on Sunday, she forgot to call me for 2 days. Her excuse: Loads of work in her Hong Kong office.

Well I am glad she is back now and being a sweet mummy, she brought home some Easter eggs for me and my friends.

(Herbie told me she almost agreed to go away to France for 2 weeks. He has also taught me the art of looking sad and I have been practicing hard and I think it is paying off now – Thanks Herbie)


Great. The SAD Look does help. Wet Wet licks for you

Bienvenue aSingapour & a very warm (weather wise) welcome 2 Helios

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

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)

- 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

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).

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

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

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

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

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?