Def 1: a baby, sitting
Def 2: sitting, with a baby
Def 3: to take care of or watch over someone
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Baby Sit
baby-sit [ba.by-sit]
Def 1: a baby, sitting
Def 2: sitting, with a baby
Def 3: to take care of or watch over someone
Def 1: a baby, sitting
Def 2: sitting, with a baby
Def 3: to take care of or watch over someone
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Paws
Togo and Gamby is helping Mommy
send out a very special message
to Daddy :
send out a very special message
to Daddy :
Happy 5th year first-date-anniversary.
xoxo
xoxo
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Beg
How to Beg Effectively : A Visual Lesson By Tagar
Step 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!
Step 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!
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Fickle
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 with their boundless love (and idiotic tendencies) and how they kept us sane throughout.
We nodded at everyone and anyone with the same advice over and over again, which came up to roughly a gazillion nods.
Our plan was wait and see when the baby comes. If he had negative medical reaction to the tyrants and all their fur, then we would have to put them out or at least separate them. Thankfully he did not.
Recently we attended a few gatherings, and more than one person remarked upon how friendly and un-fussy the little one is. "Must be result of growing up with dogs", they ooh-ed and aah-ed and coo-ed.
I smiled at that, when actually I so very badly wanted to smirk.
Fickle people!
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 with their boundless love (and idiotic tendencies) and how they kept us sane throughout.
We nodded at everyone and anyone with the same advice over and over again, which came up to roughly a gazillion nods.
Our plan was wait and see when the baby comes. If he had negative medical reaction to the tyrants and all their fur, then we would have to put them out or at least separate them. Thankfully he did not.
Recently we attended a few gatherings, and more than one person remarked upon how friendly and un-fussy the little one is. "Must be result of growing up with dogs", they ooh-ed and aah-ed and coo-ed.
I smiled at that, when actually I so very badly wanted to smirk.
Fickle people!
Monday, March 15, 2010
GiveADogABone
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 the bones. We don't let them chew inside the house, we lock all the bones behind. So EVERY morning since, Tagar nudges us awake, runs to the back and scratches the door to be let out. Where previously she'll scream her head off if we leave her behind for even a minute, suddenly she sits outside for hours, gnawing away.
I hope we get our kids back soon.
What a big mouth you have, Togo.
What a big mouth you have, Tagar.
What a big.. uh, .. tongue you have, Gamby.
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 the bones. We don't let them chew inside the house, we lock all the bones behind. So EVERY morning since, Tagar nudges us awake, runs to the back and scratches the door to be let out. Where previously she'll scream her head off if we leave her behind for even a minute, suddenly she sits outside for hours, gnawing away.
I hope we get our kids back soon.
What a big mouth you have, Togo.
What a big mouth you have, Tagar.
What a big.. uh, .. tongue you have, Gamby.Thursday, February 11, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Pile
Really.
One would think that in a room big enough for 3 elephants would have enough floorspace for 3 huskies.
One would think that in a room big enough for 3 elephants would have enough floorspace for 3 huskies.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Happy Halloween
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.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Rant
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 cats which are no problem when they pamper them and keep them securely in the house But they have this kindly habit of putting food out for stray cats and cats breed like crazy so we have a stray cat problem and they just keep having kittens and pooping everywhere and cat poop is really so very smelly And they like to walk along the walls and taunt the dogs who can't chase them which is still all right But there's some dumb cats that actually come into the walled area I always thought cats were kinda smart but obviously not the last 3 that was dumb enough to come in got caught Tagar don't actually set out to kill them but she catches them to play and breaks their neck when she swings them around So anyway lately there's two not so little kittens playing in the back and they run off when the dogs come but today their luck ran out Tagar caught one and I was alone and when she catches a cat nothing short of prying it from her mouth will get it out and cats when in danger piss and poop and smell really really bad I think they secrete something else in fear and damn did that cat stink and messed up the place and I had a long day and the baby is not asleep yet and I was trying to get Tagar to drop the cat and then it gets worse!!
The other cat was there too hiding in the shelf and Togo flushed it out and the cat ran INTO the house and Togo and Gamby cornered it in the dining room but Togo is a wuss his hunting skill is almost zero he was barking and barking and barking his head off and my stress level was going up and up and up and Togo and Gamby were barking and trying to catch them a cat toy like Tagar cause she never shares hers and the poor terrified cat was fighting with all claws out and there was blood on the wall on the floor on the Togo nose and the cat couldn't escape was secreting that awful awful fear smell and stinking up the inside of the house I dragged Togo out but then Gamby made a go at the cat and I was afraid for her cause she's so young and don't know what she playing with and I let go of Togo and had to start all over again dragging him out Tagar was out in front in the porch with no car and the lights on playing with her cat in full view of cat people there is a huge chunk of peope here for whom dogs are unclean and the devil and the must caught and put down but cats are cute must feed must multiply and is ok not dogs need license and can keep only a limited number but cats don't need and you can keep 100 no one will complain and sometimes sometimes dogs are hated enough to be poisoned and easily so just throw something over the fence and this happens more often than you think so we're afraid and there is tagar flaunting her catch oh no.
After I got the other two dogs out Tagar was still running around not sharing her cat and the dogs are yelling to be let back in to get the cat and I took a broom and shooed the cat but he was too terrified to move and won't budge and I was getting more and more stressed out because if the dog comes in the cat will surely die but he's not letting me save him and I'm not about to try carry a frightened cat cos it will definetely claw me and I was super pissed off I have three excitable dogs howling a baby needing attention dinner to cook a house stinking of scared-shit cat and a cat too afraid to save himself and then luckily Daddy came back and wrestled the dead cat out of Tagar's mouth and wrapped it up and disposed it but we couldn't find the other cat so I guessed it found its way out but after Daddy left I found the damn cat it was sitting in the dining room sink nestled in curtains thats why we didn't see it I found it by accident when I went to wash my hands I can't let the dogs in yet so I opened the baby pool let them play with water and wash the cat blood and stink off them while I wiped the blood and smelly stuff off and mopped up the house and then Daddy comes home and helps the terrified cat out and cleaned up the dogs and the porch and the back and drama over and oh that brings Tagar cat count to four.
And we ordered pizza for dinner.
The other cat was there too hiding in the shelf and Togo flushed it out and the cat ran INTO the house and Togo and Gamby cornered it in the dining room but Togo is a wuss his hunting skill is almost zero he was barking and barking and barking his head off and my stress level was going up and up and up and Togo and Gamby were barking and trying to catch them a cat toy like Tagar cause she never shares hers and the poor terrified cat was fighting with all claws out and there was blood on the wall on the floor on the Togo nose and the cat couldn't escape was secreting that awful awful fear smell and stinking up the inside of the house I dragged Togo out but then Gamby made a go at the cat and I was afraid for her cause she's so young and don't know what she playing with and I let go of Togo and had to start all over again dragging him out Tagar was out in front in the porch with no car and the lights on playing with her cat in full view of cat people there is a huge chunk of peope here for whom dogs are unclean and the devil and the must caught and put down but cats are cute must feed must multiply and is ok not dogs need license and can keep only a limited number but cats don't need and you can keep 100 no one will complain and sometimes sometimes dogs are hated enough to be poisoned and easily so just throw something over the fence and this happens more often than you think so we're afraid and there is tagar flaunting her catch oh no.
After I got the other two dogs out Tagar was still running around not sharing her cat and the dogs are yelling to be let back in to get the cat and I took a broom and shooed the cat but he was too terrified to move and won't budge and I was getting more and more stressed out because if the dog comes in the cat will surely die but he's not letting me save him and I'm not about to try carry a frightened cat cos it will definetely claw me and I was super pissed off I have three excitable dogs howling a baby needing attention dinner to cook a house stinking of scared-shit cat and a cat too afraid to save himself and then luckily Daddy came back and wrestled the dead cat out of Tagar's mouth and wrapped it up and disposed it but we couldn't find the other cat so I guessed it found its way out but after Daddy left I found the damn cat it was sitting in the dining room sink nestled in curtains thats why we didn't see it I found it by accident when I went to wash my hands I can't let the dogs in yet so I opened the baby pool let them play with water and wash the cat blood and stink off them while I wiped the blood and smelly stuff off and mopped up the house and then Daddy comes home and helps the terrified cat out and cleaned up the dogs and the porch and the back and drama over and oh that brings Tagar cat count to four.
And we ordered pizza for dinner.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Sit
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!
We catch ourselves smiling now everytime we see her sit.
Because she CAN.
Sit, Gamby!Thursday, October 1, 2009
A Tagar's Instinct
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 stories many many times since).
Tagar started tailing me closely around that day, which is not normally a habit of hers. Each time the pain came she snuggled up to me, put her head on my lap and looked at me. And she just kept her head on my lap, moving off only after a long while.
Tagar repeated that the whole day, sticking close by at all times. I restlessly moved around a lot, sitting here, there and everywhere, and anywhere I sat I got a comforting head on my lap.
I knew I was going to pop very, very soon, judging by Tagar's unusual behavior. Sure enough, that night we went to the hospital and the next day we welcomed a little red wrinkled person into our family.
And really, some people wonder why you can love a dog too much. =)
A Tagar
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 stories many many times since).
Tagar started tailing me closely around that day, which is not normally a habit of hers. Each time the pain came she snuggled up to me, put her head on my lap and looked at me. And she just kept her head on my lap, moving off only after a long while.
Tagar repeated that the whole day, sticking close by at all times. I restlessly moved around a lot, sitting here, there and everywhere, and anywhere I sat I got a comforting head on my lap.
I knew I was going to pop very, very soon, judging by Tagar's unusual behavior. Sure enough, that night we went to the hospital and the next day we welcomed a little red wrinkled person into our family.
And really, some people wonder why you can love a dog too much. =)
A TagarTuesday, September 22, 2009
Sleepless
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.
Baby Togo.So cute.
Baby Tagar.So cute.
Baby Gamby.So cute.
Baby VW.Not cute, especially not at 3AM.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Six
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.
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.Friday, July 3, 2009
Play Time
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 in too much pain to play. And just a couple of months ago Gamby can only sit and play - now she plays as boisterously as the Togo and Tagar. We like.
Headless Huskies!
Bite you
Bite you back
Play time over, time for cuddles
Here's Gamby and Tagar playing in the garden. It brings us smiles watching this - just a few short weeks ago Gamby was in too much pain to play. And just a couple of months ago Gamby can only sit and play - now she plays as boisterously as the Togo and Tagar. We like.
Headless Huskies!
Bite you
Bite you back
Play time over, time for cuddles
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