“In dear” (where does mom want me to go – in the bedroom, in the kitchen, in the closet)

I don’t know where my mom had gone to!!! Disappeared again. Leaving me at home. I'm Mr. Lonely again

Before she went away, there was something about her that didn’t make sense to me. I kept asking her where she was going and everytime, she says ‘in dear’ – Where does she want me to go? I am already IN the house. Does she want me to go in the bedroom, in the bathroom, in the kitchen – yeah good idea.

Anyway, it was a short trip. She left on Wednesday and just got back this morning.

She told me she was in a country where animals are tolerated or in fact highly regarded. Something about them walking / roaming on very busy roads.





She showed me pictures of some of the animals but I still don’t know where she went or what dog breed they were. Well at least one of them look a bit like me.

How come these animals are not leashed in public?

Siberian Bull Pawty (24th June 2006)

Happy birthday to us Chewie, Rafv and I . Happpy birthday to US

No birthday is complete without the cakes. Yes indeed, 3 cakes for the 3 birthday boys ( I was told Rafv almost finished half his own cake whilst Chewie and I had to share ours – NOT FAIR). Jaffe’s Papa tried Chewies’ fruit cake too. Good for dogs good for human.



If you had read my previous post, you would have seen my birthday wish and Guess What, my wish came true ………Thunder (extreme right) whom I have not seen for ages came to the pawty. Oh I was so glad to see him. He got the most kisses from me.


As usual, the human wanted a doggie group photos (not many of my friends were coorperative) but then we tried……
My other friends who came were:




At the end of the party, my friends were given gift trays – compliments from the 3 birthday boys

The gift trays are filled with representation –
1) The numbers 3&4 you notice represents our age (4 for Rafv’s and 3 for me. Chewie’s 5, must be below somewhere)

2)The alphabets contain our names

3)Doggie shapes represents our friends

4) The star represents that all our friends are STARs

5) The round pattie represents my round butt wahahaha.

The goodies are all home cooked so I hope mom told everyone that it has to be refrigerated.

Thank you all for making us feel special yesterday.


Photos complements from Jaffe’s papa. Herbie’s mom and dad took some too which I will post later.

June – my birthday month

Yes indeed. I will be turning 3 this Sunday.

When I turned ONE, I celebrated my birthday with 2 Siberian Huskies (Rafv and Thunder). I wonder where and how is Thunder? I haven't seen him for a looooooong time. If I am granted one wish, I would like to see Thunder again.



Last year, it was only Rafv and I (we had a McDonald's kids party.....I am serious)


The odds are with (not against and not even) me this year. This year (3rd), I will be celebrating my barkday with 2 Siberian Huskies.

Rafv and I

+ Chewie



The theme this year is Siberian Bull Pawty.

Auntie S is busy doing cookies and treats for my friends. I am not kidding she is really doing treats (drying meat and other stuff)

Barkdays are not barkdays without the cakes. And I know mom is baking 3 birthday cakes this Saturday.

Rafv, Chewie and I have told our owners who we wish to see and play with on our barkday pawty and I wonder if they take us seriously. If we miss out other friends, please accept our apologies. It is not intentional.

Noise / Action / Thoughts

Noise
I do make pig sound, so say my mom and some of my aunties.

The sound I make is kind of a snarfling, snorfeling, and most time a grunting sighing noise like a pig. This is usually when I really want something, like attention or a treat.






Action
You have all seen my leopard / commando crawl.

The action is call creeping, creepy crawls, commando crawl, G.I. Joe or Sneaky Snake. It’s an act of me dragging myself around the house using only the forepaws. Sometimes back and forth in one place. I stop once a while to scratch (this is really my distraction) See video of my in action.



Thoughts
This is very common in Bull Terrier. For whatever reason in our minds, we like to stand under things (especially if it tickle our heads or backs) for a long period of time. We don’t do anything, we just stand there kind of like posing or we also look like we are deep in thoughts.

Apparently, this is call TRANCING





I love doing all the 3 things and that's why I am a Bullie.
(I am definitely a Bull Terrier – as this is common in Bullies)

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)