Mother took me to Sentosa island a couple of weeks back! It wasn’t really the first time I’ve seen the sea (we went to East Coast park ages ago for the first sheltie gathering I attended).

I quite like frolicking in the water! The bubbly surf moves! So enticingly! Out into the sea, then back onto the shore, out again, then back. I was hoping I could grab me some of that but all I got was a mouthful of salt water. Tasty!

Mother was so not prepared to go to a beach. She didn’t bring towels or anything, so I had to air dry my butt. We walked through crowds dripping! So unglam Mother. 

There was this one boy who was walking behind us that kept making stupid irritating “woof woof” noises like it’s a rabid dog. *rolls eyes* Mother got quite annoyed so she sat me down on the side of the path and as they walked by, she made me bark loudly! ROAWWRRRRR (or something like that *ahem*) The boy jumped and his father quickly turned to him and said “hurry up, walk faster”. TEE HEE HEE. Mother and I had a good chuckle. Don’t think just because I look like Lassie you can make fun of ME. 

 This is my stylo shot. I told Mother to take it. She couldn’t stop rolling her eyes at my vanity. I looked hot! And I was wearing a new collar and leash! Of course I want to capture my astounding handsomeness against a backdrop of blue sky, turquoise sea and sandy beach!

Ma! Look! Pretty girlies over there! Sentosa is great. All these young teenage girls come up to me and coo and say how cute and handsome I look and they pat me and make such a big fuss! While Mother stands there hands on her hips, rolling her eyes trying hard to not make it obvious that she is jealous she doesn’t have teenage boys fawning over her. I can’t help it if I’m gorgeous, Mother.

Hey Mother! I’m home! *takes off leash* I think need a bath. 

Mum? Mum! It’s me! Your beloved Romeo! *blinks* MUM! Wait! 

Why are you screaming and running away?? 

Dirty wet rat? What dirty wet rat?!? Where!! *looks around*

Thank you for coming to my pawty and for all the fabulous gifts! I love them! Hope you all had a great time! Mother says I might have to make do with just her, Father and a cupcake for my 2nd birthday because she’s completely knackered from the pawty. I don’t know what she’s complaining about when I was the one going around making sure everyone had a great time!

See you all again soon!

If you want to see pictures of the pawty, they are available here and here (thanks to Pirate!).

Mother constantly says to me “Boy, it’s important that you develop good self control ok? You must learn that even when you’re super excited and aroused, when mummy asks you to do something, your brain must function! It must work! In order to do this you must learn self control.” What the heck for Mother? “So that if you see a bird, which gets you really excited and which you reeeeally want to chase, I can easily get you to go against all the instincts in your little body and get you to sit right there and not move an inch towards the birdie.” Pfffffft. Hmpf.

So one of Mother’s favourite past times is getting me riled up and then getting me to do the opposite of what I really want to do. It’s VERY ANNOYING! She started with randomly asking me to sit or lie down or drop things I’m holding or not to touch things she throws at me, when I wasn’t very excited. She said if she did it when I’m “past my threshold” she’ll just get a super hyper dog running around not caring if he ran into a wall (which is kind of true). Apparently to get this to self-control thing to work it’s important to know your threshold level – that is, at what point can you be excited but still listen to your mum?

Mother’s trying to get me to do a fast drop while doing my zoomies (running around the house, jumping on furniture, going slightly mental) but she’s not been very successful. Well, duh! Clearly by that point I’m like WAAAY in the orbit of ultra excitement and not even thinking. Try again next time Mother! 

Here’s a video of Mother torturing me with this self control stuff. She actually does something like this every morning before she goes to work, that cruel cruel woman! She’ll get a toy that can hold treats (like the turtle that you can stuff with squeaker eggs, or the bag with a rope and a ball attached to it at the end) and will stuff a small piece of pig’s ear or tendon in it. Then she’ll make me sit, and will toss the toy with the treat so tantalizingly close to me and will tell me to leave it!! *screams* Then she walks further away and calls me to her, making me walk right past the toy with the yum yums!! THEN she’ll wait until I sit and look at her before she says I can take the toy!! ARGH!!!

I’m having a barkday pawty to celebrate my first birthday! YOU’RE INVITED! Let me know if you and your human are coming ok? Mother needs to give the numbers to the food people so all humans and dogs get something to eat and drink!

It will be held on 22nd March 2009 (Sunday) at 4pm held at K9 Kulture (Turf City)!

Woohoo! I want to now be called RAMBO! (Though it will be very confusing for Mother whose favourite mouse is called Rambo) I received my first BATTLE WOUND! On my neck too! So hot. So macho. I’ll have a sexy scar to show off to the ladies this weekend at the dog run!

Remember that crazy little jack russell terrier hanging off me in the video I posted not long ago? The sister of the brother I was annoying? Yes, well, she actually BIT ME! 2 weeks ago! YES! I KNOW! HOW COOL IS THAT! What? Not cool? Why is everyone like Mother!! She also thinks it’s not cool. She thinks I’m nuts too for the following reasons (I quote):

1. “You didn’t yelp or whine or anything! You just took it silently?!? You? Drama queen of the year? The dog that tripped over his own feet while being chased by a husky and screamed bloody murder and made me think you broke your leg when all you got was a tiny scratch!??”

2. “How can you continue to hound the brother and hang around the sister the whole time they were at the dog run?? I remember that day – you didn’t want to leave their table until they had left! Why would you want to be near the dog that just bit you??”

3. “You crazy little mutt! You even played with the JRT that bit you last week!! Don’t tell me you can’t remember the scent of the one that attacked you? Is this like some sort of canine Stockholm syndrome where you love the dog that attacked you??”

Mother doesn’t actually blame the JRT for biting me, because she says I deserve it for annoying the crap out of the JRT’s brother. It’s not a deep wound anyway. My collar got in the way and she thinks only two fangs punctured my neck. We went to the vet and he shaved off a bit of fur there (I told him not too much because I still want to look super handsome) and gave me an antibiotic jab that made me woozy and lethargic. I missed the sheltie gathering because of that (and the rain)!

I’m all better now if you were wondering. It’s healed nicely and Mother thinks there actually won’t be a scar. DANG IT!

OH YES!! Did I tell you? I was trying to push the boundaries and test the water last weekend! Being my naughty rebellious adolescent self, I was on Mother’s couch in her room doing my cute digging thing and amusing her while she watched me with her camera in hand. Then!! Guess what I did!! GUESS!!

I LIFTED MY LEG AND PEED ON THE COUCH AND THE COUCH PILLOW!! Teeheeheeheehee. Boy it was hilarious! I was looking right at Mother when I did it! You should have seen Mother’s face! Her jaw dropped and her eyes were wide like saucers! Then of course, she gathered her wits and before the last trickle of pee left my body, she said Bad Boy! picked me up and dumped me in my time out area. I was given a 45 minute time out!! But you know, between you and me, it was well worth it!! Heehee. SSSSHHH!!!!