Mumsy woke us up bright and early today to take us to the National Dog Walk this year. She never goes for these things but they organised, amongst other carnival like things, the Singapore Open Championship in Agility and she entered us in for practice.

Yes except it was far too hot to work so I spent most of my time in the ring posing for the many photographers and trying to get out of the ring!

Mumsy mentioned. Tsk. At least I finished the course (more or less)!

*shoots Juliet a dirty look* Anyway, the sun must have gotten to Mother’s head because she later on came to us a bit weepy and hugged us and mumbled something about not dying.

I think she said something like a small silky terrier died at the place because it was running around off-leash and disturbed a rottweiler that was drinking water. The rottie’s dad did the responsible thing by muzzling his dog, but of course he had to take it off to let his dog drink water. The silky’s mom however, must be regretting her decision to let her doggie off leash! Rest in peace, silky.

Yes rest in peace. I know Mother has only seen 2 dead dogs before so she was pretty shaken when she saw the silky and witnessed the silky’s mom wailing at the vet over the dog’s lifeless body.

Let it be a reminder that you should never let your babies off leash at such events and you should always watch your doggies! There’s no need to show off that your dog doesn’t need a leash, there’s no need to prove anything to anyone. What matters most is the safety of your babies! There’s a time and place for everything, and that was certainly an unfortunate and inappropriate time and place to let your dog wander around on its own. Every parent is responsible for his dog. If you don’t watch your dog, no one will!

It sounds like it could have been easily prevented. I guess that’s why Mother said she doesn’t like events like this.

Too stressful for her. She’s got enough white hairs as it is!

Why?

Coz then they’ll know how to prevent dogs like YOU from getting into trouble!

You mean like when I walk the talk at the dog run? *looks macho*

Yes, when you go around pissing off the other dogs at the dog run. If other dog parents know how to tell if their dog is happy, stressed or pissed off, they’ll be able to help the dog out so the dog doesn’t take things into its own paws and get into fights or become really scared or get hurt!

So dog parents should learn to talk Dog?

Yes! Dogs “speak” a different language and communicate differently to humans. If humans want to be responsible pawrents they should learn to talk Dog! And they can learn it from Jean Donaldson!

Mother says she’s a great dog trainer and canine behaviourist.

Duh! She did a seminar to help dog pawrents learn how to speak Dog. Everyone should watch it! There are 7 very informative parts to this seminar on Youtube. You should be able to find them all from the link to the first part below. Happy learning!

Yea first it was Shirah, the sheltie rescued from a puppymill.

Then Einstein! He’s like totally my fave. He’s kinda cute too. We used to play chase and wrestle alot! Mumsy says he’s big and handsome now. Wonder if he remembers me. Hmmm….

*rolls eyes* And now we have Lemon Daisy. Or Lemon, for short.

Yes! Lemon! She’s fun, she likes to play chase too. And when she catches up with me, she leaves with a mouthful of my fur! Mumsy bought some dresses for her to try and make her look pretty but I don’t think they suit her. Makes her look funny. *makes face*

Mother said she needs a family to call her own. She has some cousins who are also looking for homes. They’ve got a website and everything! So if you want to read about them, it’s all there.

I do like these friends mumsy brings home!

Uh huh so do I.

Why do you like them? I like them coz I love to play!

I like them coz you play with them and leave me alone.

*makes face*

Yes! I’m back online. The last few months have been a whirlwind of crazy activity. Let me tell you about the biggest change.

I now have a sister. Her name is usually Juliet. But when she’s doing something wrong, her name is “Sharndah Star Crossed Luva JULIET!!!!!” When she’s being a good girl, her name is “oh Julietti~!”

This is her.

Mother told me I was getting a sister months ago and she showed me this picture of her.

I thought Awww. She’s such a cutie! Mother would tell me all the little things she gets from Aunt T about Juliet. Juliet is an active puppy and even does sit ups!

Mother was really worried when Juliet first arrived coz I started to hump her. Mother thinks it must be because Juliet smelled like a female in heat as there was one at the breeder’s when Mother went to get Juliet from Melbourne Australia. But, no one had to worry, except for me. The next morning I found out what Juliet was really like – a fiesty lil’ bitc… *sigh* Yes Mother. No cussing.

Anyway, Juliet snapped at me and chased me around whenever I tried to be fresh with her. I learnt pretty quickly not to mess with this little miss. Her breeder calls her “pocket rocket”. That is very true the way she runs circles around me.

She’s been with us since April and she’s now almost 6 months old! She was born on boxing day 26 December 2009.

Now those who know me, know that I have a very large circle of personal space around me. I don’t like to be touched much by other dogs. Juliet knows no such concept. She can be so annoying. She chews on my ears, pulls my tail, bites my legs and tries to stand over me. I didn’t like it at first but I figured I should get her at her own game so now I mouth her as well. I’ve learnt how to get her to play games my way too! She’s so silly and falls for it all the time. I take a toy and toss it around. She wants everything I have so she’ll come running and when she does, I take off and she’ll give chase! My favourite! Chasies! Sometimes we play tug together also.

Did I mention she can be annoying? She always takes my things! Mother gives us the same toys the same treats the same pigs ears, but she always wants mine! It’s as if she sees me having so much fun with mine but she doesn’t know how to eat/play with hers so thinks there is something wrong with what she has and wants mine instead. SIGH. Oh yes, that’s my bed she’s standing on in the first picture. Hers is EXACTLY the same just it’s purple. DOUBLE SIGH. Oh and Mother says I need to change my blog coz I should let Juliet write too. But she’s a puppy! She doesn’t know anything!! I swear, if I have to make my website PINK… *grumble grumble* TRIPLE SIGH.

But you know, for all her annoying habits, I really enjoy spending time with her (with the occasional need for solitude). Mother says I seek her out sometimes to play and it’s not just Julietti who comes running to me. I also benefit from her stealing my treats coz sometimes I end up eating more than I would have (most of mine and almost all of hers) if I only had my treat. She’s also helping me with my weight loss coz I’m running away from her alot or chasing her for taking my stuff.

She may be like the pesky fly that doesn’t seem to go away but she’s my little pesky fly sister and I love my wee sis, Little Miss Juliet.

“Uh-oh. What did I do now?” I wondered as I slowly made my way to Mother’s “office” (aka her room but she likes to feel important).

“Romeo, please sit. Sit. SIT I SAY!”

I comply and look at her with the saddest face I could muster hoping I won’t get into too much trouble. Ohmigod, what if she takes away my treats?!

“It has come to my attention that your adolescence has not ended. I don’t understand. I thought you were all grown up. Explain yourself.”

“Err.. I have urges. I have strong desires to sniff and meet every female I meet and suss out every male competition I come across! I didn’t mean anything by it!” I cry, keeping my legs closed tightly in hopes she doesn’t realise the true cause of my behaviours.

“You can uncross your legs boy. I cannot neuter you.”

PHEW!!!

“BUT you must learn to pay me more heed, do you hear me? I cannot simply cease to exist the moment we walk out the front door. You MUST place Mother above all else – above females, pee smells, whatever. You must LOOK AT MUMMY from time to time. You must check in with me.”

“Whaaaaat.” Oops. Shouldn’t have said that out loud. Mother narrows her eyes to thin slits. Her eyes drill holes into my head.

“I will teach you how to do this since you clearly don’t know how. I will teach you how to give me ATTENTION.”

Uhoh here it comes!

“From now on, you will not have free access to anything outdoors. You will no longer be allowed off leash or to dog parks. You will be tethered to me at all times until you learn the meaning of ATTENTION. You will not be permitted to sniff or mark any tree, pole, bush or other object when we are outdoors. You will (as far as possible) not be allowed to meet dogs anymore.”

“WHAT! No! That’s unfair! UNREASONABLE! I wil call the Sheltie Union on you!” say I as I bang my paw on her desk in a show of false bravado.

“Oh you and your pigheaded demon-spawn stubborn crazy behaviour. Sit your ass down! I’m not done. If you want to be able to do any of what I am now restricting, you may. PROVIDED you look at me.”

Huh. WTF. I stare back at her blankly. Me no comprehende.

Mother purses her lips. “Geez, when you’re a teen your brain goes too doesn’t it? I MEAN, every time you look at me, you will be rewarded with whatever you so really want to do, like tree sniffing. If we are on a walk, for example, you will be required to walk close to me on loose leash and not sniff anything at all. If you do, for whatever reason hallelujah praise the Lord, actually LOOK ME IN THE EYES, I will let you mark and sniff the nearest tree to your heart’s content.”

*mumble mumble* “yeeeea alright….” *more moaning and groaning*

“I’m tired of your teenage don’t give a damn about mum behaviour. It makes Mother feel like a pile of doodoo. Ok, you’re dismissed.

Oh wait. I forgot to tell you. We’ve got a new comer joining us soon. A girlie called Juliet. She will be your sister. You had better buck up before she gets here and set a good example for her to follow! Or else!! Ok now go. Shoo shoo. Give mummy some time alone to play Cafe World and Farmville.” as Mother shuts the door behind me.

Juliet? What? Who??

Mother took me to Sentosa recently to look at a possibly wedding dinner venue (she didn’t like it in the end) and we were making our way to my favourite “exhibit”, the giant turtles. On the way there, we had to pass a forested area, and as we were walking closer, a monkey appeared. It looked male and it was big. Mother muttered something about it possibly being the leader or alpha of the rest of the monkeys we could hear behind the trees. She eyed the monkey very cautiously, who had made its way down the tree and onto the road. We were less than 10 meters away! Mother stopped of course when she saw the monkey on the road, worried about going further. I don’t know why though coz I can surely take him on!! GRRR *strikes macho pose*

Next thing I knew, Mother turned around and walked back where we came from. I wouldn’t let it go of course and constantly turned around and started to growl and bark abit, which alarmed Mother and she hushed me and tried to distract me from the monkey. Mother turned around at one point and saw that the monkey was hissing, baring teeth and started to come closer. She picked up the pace and practically dragged my “ready for a fight” ass away. Thankfully (to mom) the monkey did not follow.

Mother said her heart was pounding and she was mentally preparing herself to fight the monkey and keep me from harm. I was thinking of all the ways I could tear that monkey apart!! I don’t know why Mother thinks she needs to protect me. Pfft. I am MANLY MACHO RAMBO ROMEO. I can take that puny primate!

After her heartbeat returned to normal, she wondered what we did that could have ticked the monkey off. Then she burst out laughing.

“What? What, Mother?!”

“I think the monkey thought YOU were an intruding monkey. You’re the same colour as he was! And furry! And about the same size! Teeheehee. You look like this! Hahaha! Mommy’s little monkey boy! ”

“…… *grumbles*  I think that monkey’s friggin’ blind.”

Over the weekend, my pals Ruthie, Reyla, Enzo & Wally celebrated their first birthday at K9 Kulture! We had a fabulous time of course. Me especially so! I was like a moth to Ruthie’s flame. Mother kept slapping her hand to her forehead when I chased her down and tried to show her my moves. She mumbled something about it being a good thing Ruthie wore some pants but not that I knew how to do it anyway. It? What’s It? 

Here are pictures from that day!

Mother decided to buy a whole duck from the market on Sunday. She got a big bag of hearts, livers and gizzards from 8 ducks for free! She says she’s so going back to this butcher. Instead of having to pay for 

livers and other “spare parts”, she can get it for free! Here was my dinner that night. Not for the faint hearted. I’ve decided I don’t like duck as much as other meats tho’. It doesn’t seem to have any smell! 

Mother told me that after she had chopped off the duck’s head, neck and a wing, it quacked. She and Auntie M, our helper stopped and Auntie M asked “Did you hear that?” And Mother was like.. “YEA! FREAKY!” So apparently this duck’s soul is still flying around. Either that or Mother has gone a little quacky!

Mother and Father took half the day off on Monday to run some errands then took me to the Botanical Gardens! I prefer the place when it’s not so crowded. We usually go on a

 Sunday when there are alot of people and dogs all around! Mother put my on a long leash and let me run around. I showed her tho’! I followed wherever she went and listened to her directions and she rewarded me by running through the fields! I love running! I don’t think Mother does tho’. She says she’s allergic to running – her thighs itch and all that.

Today we went to the pool again and met another West Coast dog run regular. I forget his name, we never play together. He looks like a german shepherd doberman pinscher cross. He came to the pool today with his dad and his human siblings wearing a choke chain and a leash. They never took the leash off. Instead his father dragged the pup unceremoniously into the pool (cue choking gagging sounds – when I say drag I really mean drag). Of course the pup moved his ass when he felt the pressure closing off his throat and windpipe. His lovely family then proceeded to DRAG the pup by the leash across the length of the pool. The pup is no Michael Phelps. He didn’t like and didn’t really know how to swim (like me before, just hitting the water with his paws struggling to keep his head above the water). Mother stood shocked and speechless. She knew if she said something she’d get yelled at, and her aggro day was Friday, and it had passed so we left the pool. She didn’t want to watch this dangerous method of “training” any more.

In the car, she ranted about how she didn’t understand how people can continue to argue the point that choke chains are perfectly fine if the user knows how to use it, when it’s so widely available without so much as a small “how-to” tag. Fact of the matter is, the vast majority of the people don’t know how to use it and it should not be a tool used for training by the masses. It should not be sold over the counter at all. Out of 10 random people using choke chains 9 will pull the dog to compliance by the chain, effectively strangulating the poor dog, instead of giving it a quick tug as pro-choke chain people will say is the correct method of using the chain. I don’t know why these people can’t be a little more patient. It took Mother only 4 sessions at the pool to get me swimming ON MY OWN. By the 4 session, I was moving off into the deeper end and pushing myself into the water without any hands on me, without any leash. All it took was lotsa smelly treats and Mother’s “Yay! Go Romeo! You’re the next Michael Phelps!” and her singing the Finding Nemo “Just Keep Swimming” song. I don’t even need treats now – I just get into the water by myself and swim to the other end without even getting a whiff of liver. Never once did I have to worry about being strangled while being surrounded by what I had feared.

I was thiiiiiis close to hating swimming all over again last Saturday. All because of a boisterous young pup and his parents. When I’m learning how to swim, please can you NOT jump on my head, thank you very much! I don’t need help in drowning. Don’t come and splash water and paw my face when I’m chilling on the steps of the pool either. Not appreciated! As it is, I don’t really like dogs and I most certainly don’t like dogs in my face when I’m in a situation I don’t quite enjoy and have trouble running away from! Still, you are just a little pup, and you don’t know any better. Your parents however, inexcusable! They should have been more considerate and tried to teach you some manners and should have made some attempt to control you from ruining others’ swimming experience!

Mother, as she was being jumped on by the labrador pup and as she swatted him off me, being her usual self,  turned to the pup’s mum and said “Can you please stop your dog from jumping on mine?” To which pup’s mum replied “This is a public pool ok!” What exactly is the relevance of that? Did we say “please leave the pool?” No. We asked that you control your damn dog woman. “How to control! It’s a dog! How am I supposed to control it?” Well firstly, you could put a collar on your dog. Why can Mother control me and you can’t control your own pup? Mother and I put up with the pup’s nonsense since the week before last when they were also there. Mother made such amazing progress with me but when the pup came and jumped on me in the pool, I refused to swim across by myself again. She wanted to strangle someone. I was amazed she didn’t yell or call the woman stupid and ignorant. Must be because she didn’t want Kayla’s mum to think her nuts. She’s got too much balls this one.

The father of the pup clearly knew his pup was being a nuisance. He tried to stop the dog (badly) but at least he did. Mother (and I) don’t mind if the pup jumps on mum coz she’s prepared to get wet but NOT ON ME PLEASE. I’m freaked out enough as it is. I really don’t need any more help in that department. It was only when the pup jumped on another pup having its first swim, dunking the poor tot’s head under the water (with an “OEI!” yelled out by the new swimming baby’s folks) that the lab’s parents headed off. All the better. Everyone had a pleasant swimming experience after that. And I could resume chasing Kayla in the pool.

Can’t wait to swim again next week! More of that disgustingly smelly and super yummy baked chicken gizzard!!

I am so handsome, I really don’t know what to say. Look at that manly profile. WOW.

Mother decided to stop at Coastes so I can rest but I think that’s just an excuse for her to guzzle down a margarita. At least she thought of me and ordered bbq chicken wings and some ice cubes! Yum. Their chicken wings and thin crust pizza ROCK!

Again, we were not short of stupid people making “woof woof” sounds. Really. I bark because I’m a dog. You bark because you’re a retarded moron?

We walked the whole length of the beach from Tanjong beach at the Sentosa Resort and Spa all the way to Siloso beach at Rasa Sentosa Resort.

Then Mother thought it would be fun (her idea of fun not mine) to go to the Underwater World. There was a pond of turtles there and I must admit, those creatures fascinate me! Mother was afraid I was going to jump in because I actually put my 2 paws on the rocks to get a closer look. She brought me down the steps to see them in the underwater enclosure. Wooo. I want to be a fish! They looked so carefree drifting through the water!

There was a guy carrying a snake near the pond. Mother asked if I wanted to take a picture of a snake draped around my neck for $6! No. Thank. You.  I’d rather not die today.

“Maybe I should set up a table and charge people to take pictures with YOU, boy. You’re gathering alot of attention!” said Mother. And I was. I was like a celebrity. Everyone flocked towards me and asked to pet me. If I could I would lift my paw and do the Queen’s wave. Careful now, don’t mess the fur.

“Ooh! Look! A shark!” A shark?? WHERE?!

Sigh. The humiliation. At least she didn’t make me sit on it or something. Or pretend to bite it or whatever tourists do to shark models.

We stayed in Sentosa till about 8pm, doing equally stupid things of course, while we waited for Father to pick us up. I wished Father could have come earlier!! Sigh.

Here’s a nice shot of ME. And the beach at night.