Let sleeping dogs lie

A Furry Wrestling

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!

Tagar the Brown Cushion

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.



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Pillow

Sleeping on the best pillow in the world.

The pillow called 'my best friend'.

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Squash

Hooman tyrant : Hmmm. Nice furry cushion.

Gamby : GET OFF ME. You're squashing me flat.

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L A Z Y

Tagar and Gamby are masters of the art of being lazy.
Here's how they do having breakfast lazily.










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Sleepy Mess

Having to share a home with a messy toddler?
No problem. Togo is adaptable. Nothing cramps his sleeping style.




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Snuggling up to you

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!

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Photo Story

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

Bloody Friday

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 we noticed that only Gamby was covered in blood. And a lot of it, too. Her mouth and chin were soaked in red. Her front paws were soaked through till her knee - she looked like had put on red socks. I did not take photos of the bloody mayhem, but she looked something like this (pardon my excellent photo editing skills).

I was convinced Gamby must have ate the killed creature. With all that blood on her Gamby honestly looked like she just munched on a walrus.

Daddy was instead convinced they must have been fighting and Gamby got injured. They do occasionally fight but we can tell when they do because they will be pulling horrendous faces at each other and keeping their distance. But the tyrants were showing no signs of hostility to each other.

Daddy cleaned up the bloody floor while I coaxed Gamby to the tap and washed the blood off her. I didn't find any obvious cut on her. She got cleaned and wandered off. A minute later she was all bloody again!

I cleaned her off again and kept and eye on her. Gamby wandered for a bit the pawed her nose, wiping a streak of fresh red on her leg. She wandered on a bit more then lifted her head and sneezed - splattering the wall with globs of red.

Gamby was having a nosebleed.

No wonder she was soaked in blood. She was bleeding quite a lot. The blood pooled in her nose and drip down in scary splash whenever she put her head down.

None of the tyrants had a nosebleed before and we did not know what to do. By then it was pass 1am. Google gave us some quick answers and also the numbers of the few 24 hour vets available.

In the event of a dog nosebleed you can do these to help the blood clot and stop the bleed
1) Calm the dog down. And you too. Calm down!
2) Keep the head tilted slightly up to beat gravity pulling down more blood.
3) Apply an ice pack on the bridge of the nose.

You might want to Google 'dog nose bridge' too, if you're like me. I spent some time freezing Gamby's nostrils before realizing that it can't be right. Poor girl!

Gamby's nosebleed didn't stop immediately. We called the nearby 24-hr vet who advised us to try the ice pack and wait for half and hour. We had a hard time trying to keep her calm as she wanted to get into the house and we can't allow her as she was still dripping a lot of blood.

She wandered around sneezing blood on the walls, floor and the white car. I tried to get her to sit down and rest but she kept running off, aggravating her nosebleed and spewing more blood. She bleed so much! There were pools of in on the floor, speckles of it on the walls, streaks of it on the car and big giant drops everywhere she walked. Good thing no one is passing by our house at that late hour - I must look like a horror flick extra, standing in a bloody porch with a bloody dog. The sharp metallic smell of blood was so strong. (Good thing I'm neither squeamish with blood nor a vampire.)

Finally Tagar joined Gamby outside and that visibly calmed Gamby down. She stopped moving around and sat down to rest. Her nosebleed started slowing down and the blood got thicker, much to our relief. Tagar made a lot of fuss wanting to come into the house, but since having her outside kept Gamby calm we left them both outside.

It took awhile but Gamby's nosebleed did stop eventually. By dawn she was ok. She kept snorting though, her nose must have been uncomfortable.

 On the way to the vet

We took her to the vet for a checkup. The vet examined her nose and did a blood test. The blood test came out ok, there were no sign of tick fever that could be the cause of a nosebleed. He said Gamby most probably hit something hard and got the nosebleed. We will have to watch if it happens again, though. Frequent nosebleeds are an indication of something more serious.

Gamby's fine now. She's back running about at top speed.
Take care, Gamby. Don't run into the furniture. Or the walls.

I'm okay now!

Good to know : 24 hour vets

Animal Medical Centre Sdn Bhd
Wisma Medivet,
8, Jln Tun Razak
50400 Kuala Lumpur
t: 6(03) 4042 6742 & 4042 5873
f: 6(03) 4041 3660

Gasing Veterinary Hospital
53 & 55, Jalan 5/58,
Gasing Indah,
46000, Petaling Jaya,
Selangor.
Tel : 603 7782-3553
Fax : 603 7782-9663 

(Call before going. Vet is not on location but will come when requested.

Note there is an RM200 charge if the vet comes in.)

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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