tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72933030211488609242012-01-31T10:20:07.585-08:00sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.comBlogger2621100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-55868986730450556502012-01-30T22:12:00.000-08:002012-01-30T22:12:42.712-08:00

Chinese New Year celebrations involves lots of fireworks and noise. When the fireworks go bang bang bang at night, we get three very 'chicken' tyrants shivering in their furs. We usually stay home, to keep the tyrants company while they shake and quake and tail us around, keeping close to our ankles. Gamby hiding in her corner. Tagar trying to climb onto Daddy's lap. The picture is blurry

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-10802528389987542922012-01-26T05:01:00.000-08:002012-01-26T05:01:41.251-08:00

While Daddy was away the tyrants decided to do a little re-decorating in the garden. Nothing fancy, just a little broken leaf and a tiny tiny tiny dug hole. Daddy was NOT pleased. But the tyrants had a good reply when we questioned them on their uncivil behavior. Tyrants : "But Mommmmmy... you can hardly judge us. We know your friends and you did some naughty redecorating too!" Errmm.

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Sleeping on the floor around here gets you very weird views. Like a face full of Tagar. Or more accurately, a face full of Tagar's nose.

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Gamby the Lady. So regal, sitting in her parlour. Gamby the Tramp. So crumpled, sprawled in the gutter.

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While the rest of us celebrating Friday and the end of the week, Togo is STILL hard at work. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

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Our Siberian Huskies are proving to be very Malaysian, with their love of DURIAN. Durian, the king of fruits. The tyrants go berserk when we bring home durians. They will be hopping up and down and tail us constantly until they get to eat some. We usually buy them some fruits of their own. The more common and cheaper ones, no way they're going to be gobbling all out D24's! We once had a

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In the evenings the tyrants usually play a mad round of kejar-kejar* in and out and around the house. That day Daddy was working late and had not gotten back home yet. The tyrants were playing kejar-kejar outside with gusto. I could hear them tearing around the garden and the driveway, their claws click-clacking madly as they scampered after each other. They were snorting and growling as they

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After a long stretch of howlidays, we're all back to work. Some of us are finding it easier to transition back to working. Here's Togo hard at work at his day job. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-39482938771151135312011-12-28T17:30:00.000-08:002011-12-28T17:30:21.358-08:00

What do you mean New Year's not here yet? Another 3 days?!! - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

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Sometimes the phone gets whipped out just in time to record a precious few moments. Here's a short video I managed to capture of our 2 an half year old tyrant squealing on the floor as his furry tyrant sister Gamby tickles the bejeezeers out of him by licking his ears.

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Everyday the human tyrant comes back from playschool and waits at the gate to be jumped on by his furry siblings. Watch! 

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-17875017163788749522011-11-02T18:59:00.000-07:002011-11-02T18:59:34.618-07:00

What did you dress up as for Halloween? Tagar decided to dress up as ... Togo! We think she looks hilarious. I is a grey husky like Togo.  Woooo! I look convincing, eh? - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-85675259534685456262011-10-17T03:21:00.000-07:002011-10-17T03:22:34.076-07:00

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The furry tyrants frequently play wrestling in the house. The little hooman tyrant loves it when they start wrestling and would cheer them on in glee. Here is a video of them wrestling. Notice the little instigator!

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The furry tyrants are not allowed on the couch (in our presence, at least. We know they have a party on the couch when our backs are turned.) Here's Tagar pretending to be one of the brown cushions. Bonus points if you can spot the Gamby. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

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Sleeping on the best pillow in the world. The pillow called 'my best friend'. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-468707253307842062011-08-08T05:24:00.000-07:002011-08-08T05:24:42.799-07:00

Hooman tyrant : Hmmm. Nice furry cushion. Gamby : GET OFF ME. You're squashing me flat. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-15313876689403304382011-07-29T22:06:00.000-07:002011-07-29T22:08:49.942-07:00

Tagar and Gamby are masters of the art of being lazy. Here's how they do having breakfast lazily. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-80063797038320276302011-07-21T01:38:00.000-07:002011-07-21T01:41:02.998-07:00

Having to share a home with a messy toddler? No problem. Togo is adaptable. Nothing cramps his sleeping style. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-76922095577229451322011-07-14T23:33:00.000-07:002011-07-14T23:35:24.103-07:00

There are countless times I wished I had a camera / phone with me to catch that moment. I'm in luck today. I had my phone with me when the Tagar came snuggling up to me, resting her upper body on the couch. Then the hooman tyrant in turn snuggled up to her and feel asleep - just like that!  - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-71633554025481472342011-07-06T02:24:00.000-07:002011-07-06T02:26:47.291-07:00

A short story in photos.Title : Mommy, the hooman tyrant is not sharing.  Togo takes the green ball to play. The bully comes. Mine Mine Mine SULK Tagar eyes the blue ball. Mine Mine Mine SULK

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Last Friday we were out late, and got home past midnight. We came back to find the tyrants area smeared with streaks of bright red blood. At first we just groaned at the disgusting mess and started hunting around for whatever poor animal that Tagar must have killed. We suspected she must have butchered another foolish rat. But we couldn't find a dead anything, not even leftover bit parts. Then

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-37267154333482914902011-06-29T03:38:00.000-07:002011-06-29T03:38:59.713-07:00

Gamby the funny-jointed one sometimes likes to pretend she has NO bones at all. Here she is pretending to be a pile of fur that was poured onto the pavement.

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I am not a fan of cockroaches. Having one cross my path would generally make me shriek and screech until someone kills the ugly cockroach and disposes it. Although to tell the truth, I would only shriek if someone is around to kill the roach. No point screeching otherwise, the damned roach isn't keel over and die. I would then just quietly edge around the awful thing and not enter that room for

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-86946420639828178822011-06-21T20:44:00.000-07:002011-06-21T20:44:01.018-07:00

Togo Tagar Gamby

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Tagar spends the Saturday playing with her pet human. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-72434035033971230062011-06-14T23:21:00.001-07:002011-06-14T23:21:58.336-07:00

There's been a few photos of the little human tyrant playing cars ON Tagar. Here's a photo of him playing car on Tagar's UNDER. If that was Togo, the cars would have been driving over something very gross indeed. *snicker*- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-41085490774122446232011-06-10T05:20:00.001-07:002011-06-10T05:20:23.008-07:00

Gamby the funny-jointed one is always lying about the house in all sorts of odd angles. We're forever chiding her to put her limbs back in place.  Today's limb of choice : shoulders  "Gamby! Put your shoulders in!"  Better?

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-17430479887217007892011-06-08T00:39:00.001-07:002011-06-08T00:39:23.222-07:00

Nap time.Puppies sleeping in a row.Bliss...- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-3424159272318658122011-06-07T05:07:00.000-07:002011-06-07T05:07:00.004-07:00

Is Togo too big to go crawling under chairs, or is that chair too small? Either way, Togo squeezed and squirmed his way just so he can sit under the little kid, who then promptly got up and left!

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Trick question : How many puppies are begging for biscuits?

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... spent playing cars on Tagar.- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-73889834397959940172011-05-26T08:29:00.001-07:002011-05-26T08:30:29.927-07:00

The tyrants are a lazy lot. Mostly the sleep the day away. But for a few minutes each day they go crazy, running around at top speed and wrestling each other about. The tyrants wrestling is an interesting sight. Grrrr Vampire bite! Rawlr Don't worry, the wrestling is nowhere near as violent as it looks. In fact, they're playing only a few feet away from the 20-month toddler.

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-31560112273380107972011-05-25T01:52:00.000-07:002011-05-25T01:55:45.752-07:00

The tyrants were not AT ALL pleased to find out that the car ride they so joyfully hopped into the car for ended up in the boarding kennel.  MoooommmmmmmyyyyyDon't leave us here!! Togo was upset, but I think Tagar is secretly pleased. I bet she loves going there. The kennel also breeds and trains German Shepherds, and it's always full of hunky muscular 'guys'. Here she is, eyeballing the hunk

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-52027159765816222902011-05-19T21:40:00.000-07:002011-05-19T22:51:36.762-07:00

The tyrants LOVE car rides. They get super excited every time we unlock the car doors, always trying to jump in hoping we'd take them along. These are some shots from a recent trip.  Let's go go go! What's the hold up?  Shall I drive? You guys are so slow.

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-370747536645152902011-04-06T05:07:00.000-07:002011-04-06T05:11:12.010-07:00

A napping Tagar makes a perfect wilderness mountain for the two-legged tyrant to play cars on. The cars crossing Bukit Tagar. Vroom vroom vroom Stuck in the dense wilderness!

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-40832592938520066292011-03-24T19:50:00.000-07:002011-03-24T19:50:49.833-07:00

Warning : Very gross pictures below. Was it just last week I mentioned that the tyrants were not doing anything interesting enough to blog? Tagar took up the challenge and did something so gut-wrenchingly (pun intended!) 'interesting' last night. Tagar is the calmest and most even-tempered of three tyrants. She is also the deadliest, having killed an assortment of rats, cats, lizards, birds,

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-11234348140767976312011-03-17T01:21:00.000-07:002011-03-17T01:21:17.857-07:00

Oh ho. The blog has been silent for some time. Don't blame me. I'd blog, if the tyrants did anything remotely more interesting than napping all the time. Humph. Go away mommy. The camera is disturbing our nap.

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-56944570777164296532011-01-29T22:12:00.000-08:002011-01-29T22:12:28.193-08:00

Lazy Sundays are best spent reading. Who's reading over whose shoulder?

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-72521808353062972792011-01-27T06:55:00.000-08:002011-01-27T06:55:42.917-08:00

Mommy, American Idol season 10 stinks.Turn off the telly. Now.

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-25383981201439536912011-01-25T21:33:00.000-08:002011-01-25T21:34:03.725-08:00

The tyrants never want to smile for the camera. But today, I managed to get pictures of them smiling big grins! Togo! Tagar! Gamby!  Hahaha. Ronald's smile is awesome.

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-49440429085613308482011-01-24T19:21:00.000-08:002011-01-24T19:21:21.551-08:00

Tagar is a handy husky to have around. She's a good place to park the remote control!

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-91149739163157971722011-01-18T06:37:00.000-08:002011-01-18T06:40:59.612-08:00

We've blogged before how the tyrants will sometimes howl at the old newspaper lorry. Lately they've suddenly taken singing fairly long arias, howling their throats out. They seemed to be singing longer and longer than usual. Today I found out why. Their 'singing' has so captivated the newspaper lorry uncle, that he's taken to stopping outside our gate and letting the paper lama siren run while

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The furry tyrants like playing with water, except Gamby. Gamby LOVES playing with water. When it rains heavily she makes a mad dash to outside to play in the few spare seconds before I lock them in (tyrants+rain=onheckofamess), after which she sits longingly at the grille and tries to roll about in bit of rain that splatters in. After the rain she'll quietly sneak up to the pail outside, and

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-56074211644684748972011-01-06T05:22:00.000-08:002011-01-06T05:26:13.437-08:00

Togo, once the mighty tyrant, now spends his days lying around the house getting harassed by the little two-legged 17-month old bully. That's Gamby sniggering in the background, showing off her funny-angled shoulder.

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Merry Christmas from the Furry Tyrants oh yeah,and a Happy New Year too!

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-75603735697634729962010-12-14T01:14:00.000-08:002010-12-14T01:15:23.065-08:00

~~ " We will stand guard over you, sleeping child, me with my bravery and courage, and Gamby with her plastic sword and pop-out shoulders. " ~~ - Togo the Dog

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-42909087246442634642010-11-12T22:46:00.000-08:002010-11-12T22:46:16.308-08:00

In our house of three furry tyrants there always seem to be one in your way. We just step over them, but the 15-month old furless tyrant can't. Instead he's making his own way to cross them. Watch!

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-37603069213059028202010-10-27T06:43:00.000-07:002010-10-27T06:45:58.409-07:00

  Funny sleeping position - super photo! Togo has a nice comfy pillow.Tagar is airing her under regions.Gamby funny-joints is curled up at an extreme angle.

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-17457342483253496452010-10-25T23:40:00.000-07:002010-10-25T23:42:40.673-07:00

So, you want a husky. You know they're furry. You know they shed twice a year. But... do you know what shedding looks like?   Look at them furry beauties, you say. How bad can shedding be? How much spare fur can they be carrying?THIS MUCH.   Yes, its THIS MUCH   That's from one session of brushing the 3 tyrants. I repeat, ONE brushing session.Technically that's fur from 2.5 dogs, because Gamby

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-896042802605183492010-10-24T08:31:00.000-07:002010-10-24T08:32:15.865-07:00

"Just a lazy Sunday afternoon, with my best friend."

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-1560409425976831832010-10-22T03:20:00.000-07:002010-10-22T03:21:09.728-07:00

I came out of the bath one day and burst out laughing at this. Looks like someone got ran over by the bed, tee hee.That's Gamby, you can tell by her awkward hind legs.

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-29670304633307539342010-10-14T20:36:00.000-07:002010-10-14T20:38:43.719-07:00

 See no Evil, Hear no Evil, Speak no EvilUh, tyrants. You're doing it wrong.

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-90112653223654843832010-10-13T01:05:00.000-07:002010-10-13T01:06:10.405-07:00

I loooooove this pic of Gamby. It's been more than a year since her surgery and the awful months preceding it. And still we give thanks everytime we see her pretty smiling face, and especially when we see her sitting beautifully on her haunches.   Thank you Ian for the beautiful photo.

sharkgilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01148142679692454776noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293303021148860924.post-3215810873267544802010-10-11T02:14:00.000-07:002010-10-11T02:14:10.679-07:00

Here's a video of 14-month old Kid playing Annoy the Animals.The tyrants were napping before this. Note the toys which were abandoned for more fun stuff - disturbing the tyrants!

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From What to Expect the Toddler Years [by Heidi Murkoff & Sharon Mezel] on a question regarding pets and toddlers : A dog can not only be a toddler's best friend, it can also be one of his best learning tools. This is true of pets in general but especially true of dogs. From a dog, a young child can learn about animals and nature, about responsibility, about empathy, about getting along with

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Togo has been, from a small pup, fiercely attached to toys. Not only doesn't he share his toys with the others (especially not his pet blue ball), he forcefully takes their toys and hogs them, not letting anyone else play. Little Togo and his fav ball  Like this time I got them each a teddy bear. They took their toys and ran to a corner each to play. For a few minutes, at least. Then came Togo

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Tagar, in a mess.Tagar, in a mess. With an ostrich.

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Sometimes we're convinced we keep goats instead of dogs.

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The tyrants sometimes howl when the old newspaper van passes by, answering the mournful call of 'paper lama old newspaper papaeeerrr laaaaamaaaa'. They only howl at certain vans, though, they seem to howl only at those that sound really tragic.Sometimes they howl with all their might. Sometimes they lift their head and howl a small pathetic whimper. Sometimes they just cock their ears, decide its

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Three years ago we posted this picture of little Togo peeping out of his brand new wall.Togo has now grown, the wall has cracked, and the once pristine wall windows has tyrant snot all over it.GROSS.

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Tagar does a wonderful job baby-sitting.Or baby-sleeping, more accurately.The video stops there. At that point the Tagar leapt up and swallowed the baby whole.** Hahahaha

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Let's play spot the husky!Can you see her?Can you?Let's zoom closer.There!

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How many dogs does it take to bathe a baby?Three!Although only Gamby seems to take the job seriously.Gamby : Check, all back baby hair shampooed.Gamby : Check, neck fluff washed off.Gamby : Check, crinkles in legs and hands cleaned. Good job Gamby.Now if only they will behave so well when its their turn to bathe!Since we're already in the bath, I'll throw in some baby making weird faces photos.

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Well well well.The fur-kids KNOW that the couch is off-limits, but apparently the little human tyrant is egging Gamby on to be naughty. I was away in another room, and when I came out I caught this.Very bad video quality though, this was caught on handphone camera.

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The four tyrants (in-a-hat!) would like to wish Daddy aVERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY! MUAHS & SLOBBERS

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Gamby takes on Togo in the battle for the blue ball.If you're seeing double, the bigger one is Togo, the smaller one is Gamby.Gamby : I want. Give.Gamby : Mine! Mine mine mine!Gamby : Rawr! Mineeeeee!Gamby : Ngap! Getoff!Gamby : Nyam nyam hmm tasty ears.Togo : squeakI don't know who got the blue ball in the end. They're still outside fighting.

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Jack and Moo commented on a previous post that they're just realized there are THREE tyrants.That's hardly surprising because not only does Gamby looks exactly like Togo, but there almost no pics of all three of them together. All I could manage so far are 2 dogs and a pair of ears, one dog and two extra tails, or most often just blurs as they shoot off to chase a cat just as I click the

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The tyrants are busy being busy-bodies.Blame them for the lack of update!Togo : Did you see that cat's new hairdo?!Gamby : Haha, it makes her look 10 yrs older!

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Gamby frequently gets mistaken for a boy-dog.Probably because she's more handsome than pretty. Who are you calling ain't-pretty?!

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baby-sit [ba.by-sit]Def 1: a baby, sittingDef 2: sitting, with a babyDef 3: to take care of or watch over someone

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Togo and Gamby is helping Mommysend out a very special messageto Daddy :Happy 5th year first-date-anniversary.xoxo

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How to Beg Effectively : A Visual Lesson By TagarStep 1: Get up close to your victim. Invade her personal space.Step 2 : Get closer, and closer, and closer. Think 'in your face'.Step 3 : Get a back-up, preferably one as cute as you.Step 4 : Make tandem cute faces with your backup.Step 5 : If all else fails, CRY!

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When I was waddling around with the little one in my tummy months ago, we were constantly peppered with 'kindly' advice. We should put the dogs out when the baby comes, not good for the baby, etc etc.We smiled and nodded, which was a lot easier than going into a spiel about how the dogs were my only consolation all that time ago when Daddy worked away, how they kept me company and consoled me

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I haven't seen the furries for a week!Usually they're tailing me up and down stairs and everywhere, occasionally going off to chew / hide / fight over some rawhide bones. Then last week I (finally) bought them some real bones - a whole beef bone hind leg, cut to a few thick chunks. And suddenly I felt like I lost my kids. I haven't seen them around much since!Tagar especially seems obsessed with

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Gamby says :Eat your veggies, kids!They're good for you!Daddy says:Stop eating up our garden!

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Really.One would think that in a room big enough for 3 elephants would have enough floorspace for 3 huskies.

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The doggies have been very very busy baby-sitting. (snort.)

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ps - haha. someone asked if this was photoshop-ed. it's NOT! Its a horn headband, with battery at the side for the glow. Her ears are at the back there somewhere - Tagar's the only one featured cos she won't move if you put anything on her head. Togo and Gamby scratched them horns off them immediately, so no photos there.

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I know there's many cat lovers out there who read this blog thats why I never posted anything before but I'm kind of pissed off now Tagar has so far killed 3 cats She's got a really strong prey drive and her hunting skills are excellent She kills roaches everyday She killed a poor little squirrel once too Anyways we walled in our tiny back area for the dogs to roam around A few neighbours keep

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We never noticed that Gamby didn't sit. It was only after her surgery, when we started seeing her sit that we realized she probably never could before. She either stood up or laid down, nothing in between.We catch ourselves smiling now everytime we see her sit.Because she CAN.Sit, Gamby!

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It was a few days before my due date. The doctor had put us on 'anytime now' alert - the hospital bag was packed and ready to go. I was huge, and was waddling around grumpily.That day I started having more frequent pains. Not close enough to warrant a rush to the hospital, but definitely getting more pronounced and frequent. And then Tagar did something that amazed us (so much so I've told this

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We're learning (the hard sleepless way) that a human puppy is 10 times more work than a furry baby! And only half as cute, too.Baby Togo.So cute.Baby Tagar.So cute.Baby Gamby.So cute.Baby VW.Not cute, especially not at 3AM.

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Togo, Tagar and Gamby would like to say sorry to all our dear readers for the lack of update.It's not that there's nothing going on to blog about. On the contrary - there's been too much going on! We're now a large family of six!Tagar eyeing the newest addition.We will be posting more soon! Stay tuned.

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Gamby's recovering very well indeed. She's walking lopsided (good news!), because she's beginning to use her surgery leg to walk. Now when the big ones do zoomies across the house, there's a small furball hurtling at top speed behind them, going as fast as her legs will take her.Here's Gamby and Tagar playing in the garden. It brings us smiles watching this - just a few short weeks ago Gamby was

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Who's this lampshade gamboling around the house?It's Gamby!She had surgery ten days ago. Two days before that, she started showing signs of pain again. Gamby had noticeable difficulty getting up and settling down, whining in pain at the effort. We also noticed that she painfully lifted her right hind leg up when walking, using only three legs to get around.We've wanted to bring her to this new

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Just wanted to share this photo of Togo being cute.He does it without fail, when there's adoring visitors around.Photo courtesy of Kian Yang.

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How do you play with a puppy with bad hind-legs?Here Tagar demonstrates how to play with 'I'll scream bloody murder if your press my back legs' Gamby.

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Thank you guys for the tons and tons of well wishes sent to our little puppy.Sorry for the lack of update. The few weeks after the last post was very painful, and I just couldn't bring myself to blog about it.This is what happened :First we took puppy to our regular vet. He gave us a very grim prognosis, and referred us to a vet in Jalan Ampang to get an x-ray done as he did not have an x-ray

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This video is taken two weeks ago, during happier times.Notice the happy puppy gamboling around, even if she's a bit funny in her legs.Three days ago, our active jolly little pup crawled under the car and sat there. And sat there. And sat there. Instead of gamboling around as she usually does, she just sat there unmoving. She hardly ate or drank the entire day.We carried her in at night for bed

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This is our last remaining pup, Other Girl. She was to join her new home two days ago, but the (ex)new owner declined at the eleventh hour. Poor unwanted puppy, we feel so sad for her =(.We hope we can find a home for her, but its going to be very very hard. Her hind legs are not too good. Our regular vet diagnosed her with splayed legs, and after two rounds of heavy meds she did improve, but her

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We frequently catch the tyrants snuggling up lovingly.So sweet!In the hallIn the room** the missing parquet tiles? yep, the work of diligent tyrants. we need a new floor soon.

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We're happy that all four pups have found new homes.Pup One, the one-blue-eyed energetic male was the first to leave 3 weeks ago. He joins a household with a Bengal cat. For a week he ran around whining that the cat won't play with him, but now the cat is slowly warming up to him. He's a right bundle of energy and is giving his daddy some good exercise just walking him enough to tire him out.Pup

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Here's a rather long winded story about how the tyrants ended sleeping in the room with us.When we got married T&T Daddy worked in a town hole 4 hours away. He came back every weekend. I did not enjoy being apart from him, so he got me a Togo for a companion.Later on he got jealous of Togo's overwhelming love and devotion, so I had to get him a Tagar. Hehe.Togo sleeps downstairs, in the grilled

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I've never managed to take good photos of Tagar. She photographs terribly, but somehow when Daddy's wielding the camera she decides to pose. (Although she still averages about a dozen failed shots for each good one. But still.)Holding a regal posePeeping at DaddyMaking puppy eyes at Daddy

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The cuties have grown from the little rat-like blobs into pretty little miniature huskies in two short months. One cutie has left the brood to his new home, and we hope the rest will get settled to new homes soon.Here's Togo & Tagar playing ball with their cuties.

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The puppies are almost 8 weeks old now.They'll be ready to leave for new homes soon.I tried to not be emotionally attached to the little furries, but I think I've failed miserably. Cos right now I'm feeling very sad that in a few short days I will have to say goodbye to them.I'm sure I'll look back at this photos one day and cry. =(Blob 1 : Pretty girlBlob 2 : Fat boyBlob 3 : Zorro (he lost his

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The blobs have morphed into four little mini tyrants that are keeping our hands constantly full. Siberian huskies are as a breed very stubborn tyrants, and we can tell you now from experience that they start being stubborn young!Many has asked if we're keeping the mini tyrants - unfortunately we're not keeping any of them cuties. Council laws allow only 2 dogs per home at our area (4 dogs max for

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We got a new playpen to keep the crawlies in place. We got them some mats too so they don't get all wet and smelly from rolling in their pee.The pen is 3x3(ft) and the floor mats are 2x1 each. So we have a 1x1 square of non-mat floorspace - which the pups seem to prefer much more than the big big pen area.We think they like the cool marble floor. Sometimes they squeal their tiny heads off (so

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The blobs are 3 weeks old now, and they're beginning to crawl all over the house. Good thing Tagar and Togo keeps a good eye on them. Tagar nudges the pups back if they get out too near the front door.Here's more pics of the blobs. We wonder how postcards with 9 cute puppies in a row are ever taken - we can't even get all four together long enough for a decent shot!

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