Howling

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 not worth the effort and continue sleeping. Especially if they're still upstairs enjoying the air-conditioned room.

But when they do decide to put their best effort and perform the howl choir, they sound quite impressive. (Or, if you ask our neighbours, impressively annoying!) Here's an example.





Yesterday I was sitting with the little human tyrant who was happily amusing himself when a paper lama van passed by. The furry tyrants were outside, and decided they would give a performance. All three howled and howled and howled, with strains and arias and what-nots.

The little human tyrant sat listening intently to the choir. Then, to my amusement/ horror/ disbelieve - the little human tyrant pursed his lips into a neat O - and howled a little baby howl! And he has not yet spoken his first word!

OMG.

Wall

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.

Keeping Watch

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

Spot

Let's play spot the husky!


Can you see her?

Can you?

Let's zoom closer.

There!

Bath

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. Baby says 'Nenek see my teeth!'

Blurb

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.

Hat

The four tyrants (in-a-hat!) would like to wish Daddy a

VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
MUAHS & SLOBBERS

Fight

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 : squeak

I don't know who got the blue ball in the end. They're still outside fighting.

Three

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 camera.

But here's proof that they actually IS three tyrants! Thanks Ian for the lovely lovely shot.

Busy

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!

Boy

Gamby frequently gets mistaken for a boy-dog.
Probably because she's more handsome than pretty.

Who are you calling ain't-pretty?!

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

Paws

Togo and Gamby is helping Mommy
send out a very special message
to Daddy :

Happy 5th year first-date-anniversary.
xoxo

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!

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!