Find the bone – brain booster (now you guys know why I am always thinking)

Here you go. Figure it out
Scuba can’t remember where he buried his bone –
Is it under the rock, in the garden, under the porch, or under the tree?

If only one of the following sentences is true, where is Scuba's bone?
1. The bone is under the rock.
2. The bone is in the garden or under the tree.
3. The bone is under the rock or under the porch.
4. The bone is not in the garden.

Answer - The bone is in the garden.

Why?
If sentence #1 is true, then sentence #3 is also true, but only one sentence can be true, so both #1 and #3 are false-the bone is not under the rock or under the porch.

That leaves the garden and the tree, so let's look at sentences #2 and #4. If sentence #2 is true, then sentence #4 is false. That would leave us with just 1 true sentence, but is the bone in the garden or under the tree?

We know that sentence #4 is false, so the bone must be in the garden.

No no no, the bones(not the bone) are in my house.

Mom as usual consulted Dr H L Tan to see if I can be given the green light to chew on bones. Dr Tan said “Ok but must be BIG knuckle bones”

Abracadabra – bones appeared (Yes they are mine all mine)




…… then I heard mom telling Auntie Sam – “Herbie, Tommy, Rafv and Chewie can have them too. Well guess I have to share them with my friends.

My sister, Ginger helped me ‘sneak’ one out. The deal is, she keep a look out so that mom and Auntie S does not know one is missing and in return, she can sleep in my bed.



Yummy, I particularly love the Marrow and the cartilage

Some facts about
Marrow. Believe it or not, the marrow cavity of bone is composed mainly of fat and blood components... high quality nutrients, to be sure, but the minimal reward for scraping out a bit of fatty marrow hardly warrants the status of it being declared a daily requirement for a dog.

Cartilage is 50 percent collagen (a poorly digestible fibrous connective tissue) and mucopolysaccharides which are chains of glucose molecules in combination with mucous...whatever that means

Fantastic and delicious. Ginger can now share my bed. Now I am contented


What a treat after so long

It is pretty tiring chewing the bone. I am going to have a little snooze and hopefully dream of more bones to come.

Gifts from my god-papa

Mom just got back from Atlanta, Georgia USA (she said it took her 28+hours door to door). I heard her talking about 2 Cs and 2 Kings in Atlanta. Yes she was talking about Atlanta being home to CNN and Coca Cola. The 2 Kings, well they were – Larry King (she had a picture taken with him) and Marin Luther King (she went to his museum. I think this King once said ‘I Have a Dream’ hehe - can't beat me, I am always dreaming and he was the symbolic leader of American Blacks involved with some civil rights movement). I didn’t know I was so knowledgeable.

Now, let’s turn to the subject matter Gifts from my god-papa. She came back with half a luggage (I certainly don’t mean a small luggage) of goodies for me. She said they were from my god-papa in Boston (you mean he visited her in Atlanta and not me here in Singapore. God-papa, how could you do this to me? I thought you love me loads - hmmmm!!!!- makes me wonder now).

I got a new collar, 2 leashes, T-shirt




and loads of rawhides (see some of the samplings) from my god-papa.


To be honest, the rawhide was to tell mom, never ever give me oxtail ever again. The collar, leash and T-shirt were from Harley Davidson – to improve my macho image. Mom said she had a debate with god-daddy. She wanted the spiky collar but god-daddy said it was not good for my bull terrier image (no use arguing with a woman – they always win so here I am stuck with the spiky collar).

The heart breaking news was when mom said “All these are your birthday presents”

Be nice mom, I can’t wait for one month (of course not, for I have master the art of Herbie’s ‘give me food look’ and YES I had one rawhide already). To be honest, I love my presents (so far) this year. I guess you may all have seen Joey’s posting on what I got for my birthday last year. Mom thought that was extravagant and she has been telling everyone not to buy expensive gifts for me this year.

Thank you god-papa for the wonderful gifts.

Beauty and the Beast

I love these pictures because Auntie W and Auntie S look so beautiful next to me (aka the beast) and it will be a shame if I don't put the 2 pictures in my blog. That doesn't mean my other aunties are not beautiful. Just that I don't have their pictures (actually they are all shy). Please don't tell Auntie W I posted her picture because I haven't ask her for permission.

This is Auntie W. She is so drop dead gorgeous. She is so distractful when she is around because I can't keep my eyes off her. See even my eyes are turning blue.


I know you won't believe me but this is my nanny. She is the best looking nanny one could wish for. Unfortunately for her, she always walk me so and I can tell you, the guys don't even dare take a second look at her. She is mine and all mine



Talking about beast, my mom has this saying "All men are beasts but thank goodness we women love animals"

Lolo's 2nd birthday

Lolo turned 2 yesterday.

Because Uncle J do not have a blog for Lolo, he has asked me to put up something for Lolo.

Mom has been busy lately and decided to bake a birthday cake for Lolo instead of buying her treats or toys.

Here is Lolo with her birthday cake. She look so sweet doesn't she and so 'lady' like?
but let me tell you, she is a tough cookie


Auntie S told me the main ingredient in her cake was lamb and since I could not afford to buy her a birthday gift, I have decided to offer her a dash of Pepper for the day (I am sure it will enhance the taste of the cake). ENJOY..... your present is right behind you.....the one with the glowing eyes


From Ginger & Pepper - "Have a Purrfect Birthday"
From ME - "Have a Pawfect Birthday"




Thanks for the party. Can I go to sleep now?

Even your brother, Chewie is tired

My favorite pastime

Not shopping, not reading BUT sleeping

I have been listening to Auntie G and her beauty tips and most times, she says she loves her beauty sleep so like her, I love my beauty sleep too.

Unless there are distractions otherwise, I will spend the whole day sleeping or having power naps

Distractions like, when Bully was over at my place (see I even manage to convince her to have a nap)


……. Even when we are out, I don’t mind sleeping. If the sun is too strong, then I will ask any of my friends (in this case, it is Rafv) to cover my eyes. Oh I remember a song called Friends for life - see Rafv is not even sleeping. He just want me to be comfy and have a little snooze

In the evening, when it is not so hot, I will convince my friends to lie down beside me

When my friends come for dinner, my mom always accuse me of being a bad host because by 9.30pm, yawning dawns on me


......and my biological clock will make me wander off to my bedroom. There, hehe you see me waiting by the door hoping someone will open it

Sorry friends if I have been a bad host but I think Auntie G has good advice to give so I am following her advice.

Dogs in pig skin

In Canada, there is an article in the Globe and Mail (http://www.theglobeandmail.com/) on April 15th Page A17, by a columnist Christie Blatchford on ‘Bullie for me, I’m getting a puppy’

Let me address her as Auntie Christie. Auntie Christie talked about her excitement of getting her first Bull Terrier pup. She said she is so captivated by the looks of the Bullie and how her currently round pup’s face will transform into the long egg-shaped snout typical of the breed.

She particularly “love the look of the white bull terrier — they look most like pigs (indeed, they're sometimes called dogs in pig skin) and their small black eyes gleam ever so much beadier”.

And not surprising my doggie friends’ owners have brand me into a ‘new breed’ – The Pig Bull Terrier (after so many ignorant humans refer to us as Pit Bull)

Source of puppy pictures: www.nextdaypets.com/directory/dogs/dog_picture/1100056/
Do we really look like pigs?






On beady eyes, I often thought all my friends’ moms and dads were teasing me about them until I saw this article

Do I really have beady eyes?




Let me know what you think?

Why am I name Scuba?

SCUBA - Self Contained Underwater Breathing Apparatus. WOW what a mouthfull.

Self Contained - Yes, that is me. Definition: Having self-control; reserved; uncommunicative; wholly engrossed in one's self.

Underwater - I guess if you give me the right equipment, I can be in the water. Don't quite like the surface though.

Breathing - Pretty good at it or I will not be blogging

Apparatus - Everyone calls me a lean mean machine so there you go.

Actually, mom and dad met each other when they were scuba diving hence the name. And it is a tradition at home that if one Scuba passes on, the other dog will be name SCUBA (I am the second one)

What I wanted to say is, I don't like the sea and c'mon, some books on bull terriers says we can't swim because of our body mass.

As much as I don't like the sea, I don't have a choice Once our owners decide to go to the beach, we just have to tag along.

See how terrified I am in the water


...then water get into my ears


...............…and my eyes

Before I can see anything, I pray that the big bad wolf don't eat me


Thank goodness ...finally land


I will have to shake to dry myself off on the sand. Love the sand

Feels good when it brush against your belly

Only when I feel I am dry then I go enjoy myself

You guess it, by the time, I get home, I am totally knackered (like the English will say - hey I am English after all)

The Huskies in my life

Not sure if I was a Huskie in my past life.

Om Ommmm - I have been meditating for the longest time and still haven't got an answer.

My life is / was surrounded by Huskies. Here goes..............

My very 1st friend (he is like my big brother. He comes to protect me if he thinks I am in danger. Many times I got him into trouble while playing with other dogs. I only need to 'cry' and he will dash from far and try to attack the dog I am playing with - thinking I am hurt). We both share the same birtday month and have been celebrating our birthdays together. He loves staying over at my place.


Then came 4 Huskie puppies (of course they are not mine......hehe just in case). I love them. They made me feel like a Big Brother. I even feel I had to protect them from my siblings. They were soooooo cute. I miss them. Out of the 4, I only see one quite regularly. Boy he is 'bigger' than me now. Auntie S love them loads too






Currently, staying with me now is yet another Huskie. My god, this one use to attack me for no reason when I first met him. Mind you, not once but a couple of times. Fate works in funny ways and he is at my house. Well I have been brought up to be forgiving so no worries here. After all he is nursing his health.



The last of the Huskies in my life is really a maltese cross shih tzu. His name is Huskee. Auntie Sh and Uncle M's little boy. I only met him once or twice when they brought him over to play with me. I haven't seen him for a long time now. I dont' know how to contact Auntie Sh (the last time I saw her, was on my discharge from the hospital and I was too zonked out to ask her). So if anyone knows her, let her know I miss Huskee and would love to see him again.



Uncle C told me a movie about Huskies is coming to the cinema soon. I am sure the DVD will find its way to my house. With my luck, I am definitely, positively sure.
I love Siberian Huskies but I don't want to be one of them or I will freeze to death with my little coat of hair

Face massage

I love to have face massages. There are only 2 of my friends who give superb face massage - Herbie and Rafv.






The humans are normally worried when I have those massages but hey my face feels so good after that. Can I have more please?

My siblings (Ginger & Pepper)

Let me introduce my 'hot' siblings - Ginger (you can tell from the colour)and Pepper (white pepper). Thank goodness my mom didn't name me Chilly or she will have all the hot spices in the house


Yes, you all know by now. Auntie G is my sister's (Ginger) new godmother. I am happy for her. She is the bossy one in the house.



Believe me, when I was a little pup, this Big Sister was tough on me. To begin with, she taught me how to respect her, to listen to her. Thank goodness mom didn't ask her to train me. Well that is not all true, she train me to play 'dead' (as you can see from the picture) she pawed me, crawl over me to make sure I am really 'dead'. Well the one thing I pick up from kitty habit is the art of kneading. Yes so much so that everyone knows that if I knead on my pillow, I am going to fall asleep.
Thank you big sister, I will always remember what you taught me. As you can see, at home she is my best friend.

You have read in Joey's blog that my siblings sleep on hard floors. I can assure you that is not the case. Look who is sleeping on my bed (with me) and who is cuddling up with me in my room.

The 3 of us do try to squeeze into my bed but unfortunately, there is not much space for us all. I know Joey doesn't see everything that goes on at home so I don't blame him.

Maybe one day, Auntie G should bring Ginger home to bond with her godbrothers. I told Ginger that Joey and Jack have new beds and she is ok to go over and try your new bed.



They are my siblings and of course I love them very much.