Gamby No Bones

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.

Tagar the Roach Weapon

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 the next 8 hours.

But now I have the ultimate weapon against them roaches - a Tagar!

The Weapon

Tagar always gets the roach. Her hit rate must be close to a 100%, hardly any she hunts escapes. But this wonderful roach weapon is very hard to use.

Like today, there was a big roach in the downstairs bathroom. I called and Tagar came running - after about two minutes of repeated calls. She was napping and took a while to decide to get up and answer me - I could see her open eyes rolling about mulling whether to abandon her nap or abandon her mommy.

 

 Should I get up? It's probably just a silly roach.

Then she came running - and stopped at the door, eyeballing me suspiciously. The downstairs bathroom is where the tyrants usually get their bath, and Tagar thought she was being conned into having one. I kept calling and maybe some of my distress was showing - she slowly inched her way into the bathroom. I pointed at the roach, but Tagar refused to take her suspicious eyes off me, so I had to manually turn her head and point her nose at the roach.

Aha! Tagar tail went up and her whole body tensed. She went into full alert hunting mode, all senses focused on the roach. It started scurrying around, trying to hide behind then under the door. Tagar snorted around a bit and then backed the roach into a corner, then with a quick dart caught the awful thing and ran out with it.

Hooray! Tagar (reluctantly) saves the day!

If you're wondering, Tagar doesn't eat the cockroaches. She bring them outside, plays catch and release with them, until they die from being patted by her paw one too many times. Sometimes she lets Gamby play catch and release with the roaches she caught. How.. uh.. sweet.

 

Ok, I saved you. Now let me get back to sleep.

All three of them can catch roaches, but Togo is too lazy and Gamby is too klutzy.

Here's another roach story from yesteryear.

Close Ups

Togo

Tagar

Gamby

Pet Saturday

Tagar spends the Saturday playing with her pet human.





















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Under the Tagar

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*

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Miss Funny Joints

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?

Quiet Afternoon

Nap time.
Puppies sleeping in a row.




Bliss...



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Squeeze Togo

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!

Biscuits

Trick question : How many puppies are begging for biscuits?

Another Lazy Saturday

... spent playing cars on Tagar.





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Playing Rough

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.

Garrrhhhh

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Kennel

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.

 Moooommmmmmmyyyyy

Don'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 in the next cell.

We've sent them to this kennel many times before. On this last visit, the caretaker had many complaints about Gamby. Little lopsided Gamby is the naughtiest of the lot! She's the one howling the most, barking the loudest, running about the maddest, and... she bit through the fence surrounding the running compound, stuck her head out of the hole she made and barked her head off at the shepherds looking on from their kennels. 

We're ashamed of her behavior, but she's not in the least bothered.

What?

Car Ride

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.

Tagar and the Toy Cars

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!

Rat!

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, squirrels and about a gazillion cockroaches. I don't prefer to blog about the poor dead animals that crossed Tagar's path, but yesterday she outdid herself. It's almost a work of (very macabre!) art.

The local council is extremely diligent about issuing summons / clamping / towing away badly parked cars, but are closing two blind eyes over the rat infestation problem. We live close to a commercial area with many restaurants, and its fairly overrun with rats. We see huge rats running about the streets at night. We get the occasional dumb rat venturing into our garden, and we get the occasional cleaning of dumb rat's corpse after it met Tagar.

Last night, Tyrants' Daddy heard the familiar squeee squeee of a caught dying rat. He rushed out and saw ..

blood on the driveway...

intestines on the windscreen... (what!!!)

some innards thing sticking on the car... (WHAT!!!)

and the mangled dead rat.

That's a fairly large rat, as Tyrants' Daddy has a fairly large foot. There was also strings of intestine on garbage chute door, which was a good few meters away. And Tagar was covered with quite a bit of blood.

I still cannot imagine how violently the killing must have been, to be spraying innards all over the place. Tyrants' Daddy had the unpleasant job cleaning up the crime scene and washing up the very bloody Tagar.

Later, Daddy and (a clean) Tagar shared a cider for their efforts.