Thursday, December 13, 2012
Healing Holes
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Boarding Bites
We've been away.
On a longer than usual trip back to my hometown.
We had to send the dogs for 8 days of boarding.
Our regular boarding place had a change of management and was not doing too well. Someone (trustworthy) recommended us another place so we decided to give it a try.
Let's just say we're NEVER EVER going back there again.
Tyrants Daddy was back earlier than the rest of us, and he got the tyrants back from 8 days of boarding. He told me that the dogs had marks on the face but to not worry. I asked for pictures and he said the dogs were sleeping, can't take any good ones.
But he ran out and bought antiseptic spray, and lots of treats and cans of meat. And posted a very angry status on facebook. And it sounded like he spent the weekend sitting around hugging them.
Hah!
I got back 4 days later and this is what they look like.
These wounds are healing. Makes me so sad to think what their fresh wounds would have been like.
Tagar's face wound. Look at the placement of her wounds - it's obviously a full face bite. From a dog with large jaws.
The boarding caretaker had the cheek to tell us the wounds were because they were fighting with each other!
Gamby, who is as gentle as a lamb, has one bite wound on her snout. Togo has a wound on his leg.
All three tyrants are also noticeably thinner, but they were most probably not eating out of unhappiness rather than neglect.
Oh, poor tyrants. We're so sorry we sent you guys there.
On a longer than usual trip back to my hometown.
We had to send the dogs for 8 days of boarding.
Our regular boarding place had a change of management and was not doing too well. Someone (trustworthy) recommended us another place so we decided to give it a try.
Let's just say we're NEVER EVER going back there again.
Tyrants Daddy was back earlier than the rest of us, and he got the tyrants back from 8 days of boarding. He told me that the dogs had marks on the face but to not worry. I asked for pictures and he said the dogs were sleeping, can't take any good ones.
But he ran out and bought antiseptic spray, and lots of treats and cans of meat. And posted a very angry status on facebook. And it sounded like he spent the weekend sitting around hugging them.
Hah!
I got back 4 days later and this is what they look like.
These wounds are healing. Makes me so sad to think what their fresh wounds would have been like.
Tagar's face wound. Look at the placement of her wounds - it's obviously a full face bite. From a dog with large jaws.
The boarding caretaker had the cheek to tell us the wounds were because they were fighting with each other!
Gamby, who is as gentle as a lamb, has one bite wound on her snout. Togo has a wound on his leg.
All three tyrants are also noticeably thinner, but they were most probably not eating out of unhappiness rather than neglect.
Oh, poor tyrants. We're so sorry we sent you guys there.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Three in a Frame
I envy those pictures of multiple doggies posing beautifully for the camera. All those pictures of four, five, even six dogs all looking marvelous in the shot.
We only have three tyrants, and its so hard to get them in a single photo together. And in the rare chance we do, these are the kind of pictures we get.
We only have three tyrants, and its so hard to get them in a single photo together. And in the rare chance we do, these are the kind of pictures we get.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
There was a cat
There was a cat
Always sneaking
Into the house
There was a cat
We saw him often
Stealing dog kibbles
There was a cat
We always say
Your luck will
Run out one day
There was a cat
There was a Gamby
Waiting inside
Beside the kibbles
There was a cat
There was a Tagar
A silent Tagar
Unseen outside
There was a cat
There was a leaping Gamby
There was a running cat
Running
Straight into the waiting jaws of Tagar
There was a cat
There was an ambush
There was a cat.
Always sneaking
Into the house
There was a cat
We saw him often
Stealing dog kibbles
There was a cat
We always say
Your luck will
Run out one day
There was a cat
There was a Gamby
Waiting inside
Beside the kibbles
There was a cat
There was a Tagar
A silent Tagar
Unseen outside
There was a cat
There was a leaping Gamby
There was a running cat
Running
Straight into the waiting jaws of Tagar
There was a cat
There was an ambush
There was a cat.
Monday, October 15, 2012
Watching Over Baby
Its household chores Monday.
Today, the tyrants are helping to watch over the baby.
Today, the tyrants are helping to watch over the baby.
Did you say you want a kiss, baby?
Muackkss!
Friday, October 12, 2012
Fishies
We have a little water feature in the corner. The tyrants love drinking from it, the running water probably makes it feel 'fresh'.
Unfortunately the water feature has a tendency to attract mosquito larvae. Unlike their water bowl, the feature is difficult to empty and clean daily. We can't put in chemicals to prevent the larvae either, since the tyrants insist on drinking from the water feature.
So I asked God Google and it said one way to prevent mosquito larvae in bodies of water frequented by pets is to put in fishes to eat those pesky things.
Good idea. I went out and got those small little fishes meant as fish food for a bigger pet fish. Best to try out first before buying some pretty little fishes. I got a big handful - 15 fishes for RM1.
I expected the tyrants to be excited to see the fishes. I didn't expect this...
In one afternoon, Tagar hunted and caught the fishes. All of them. ALL OF THEM.
Tagar has a very strong prey drive, and she's also a very sharp hunter. She has caught birds, squirrels, rats, cats, roaches, lizards and who knows what else. She usually catches them as game, then get all upset when they die, and leaves the bodies alone.
I thought she would do the same to the poor fishes, but no. She ATE them.
But she was nice enough to share a few with Gamby.
Gamby tried and tried and tried, but she couldn't catch any. We could see Gamby watching Tagar and then trying to copy her exact movements, but she always missed the slippery fishes. Tagar, as usual, was a magnificent hunter.
First she stood very very still, hovering over the water surface. Ears pointed, eyes focused, she doesn't move a muscle.
The fishes will start swimming out from hiding, lulled into thinking the coast is clear by the very silent and unmoving Tagar. When one of them is at the edge of the basin, Tagar suddenly leaps to life. She darts her muzzle into the water and catches the doomed fish, lightning fast.
Gamby tried (again and again) the same maneuver but she's not fast enough. Instead she keeps snorting water up her snout and then proceeds to choke and splutter all over the place. Nice of Tagar to share some fishies with Gamby, poor girl tried hard enough to catch some of her own.
And Togo? He took one look at the fishes, went 'Meh' and trotted off elsewhere to nap.
We had thought to one day install a small fish pond in the garden, with serene koi fishes swimming around in it. Well, so long to that dream now.
Unfortunately the water feature has a tendency to attract mosquito larvae. Unlike their water bowl, the feature is difficult to empty and clean daily. We can't put in chemicals to prevent the larvae either, since the tyrants insist on drinking from the water feature.
So I asked God Google and it said one way to prevent mosquito larvae in bodies of water frequented by pets is to put in fishes to eat those pesky things.
Good idea. I went out and got those small little fishes meant as fish food for a bigger pet fish. Best to try out first before buying some pretty little fishes. I got a big handful - 15 fishes for RM1.
I expected the tyrants to be excited to see the fishes. I didn't expect this...
In one afternoon, Tagar hunted and caught the fishes. All of them. ALL OF THEM.
Tagar has a very strong prey drive, and she's also a very sharp hunter. She has caught birds, squirrels, rats, cats, roaches, lizards and who knows what else. She usually catches them as game, then get all upset when they die, and leaves the bodies alone.
I thought she would do the same to the poor fishes, but no. She ATE them.
But she was nice enough to share a few with Gamby.
Gamby tried and tried and tried, but she couldn't catch any. We could see Gamby watching Tagar and then trying to copy her exact movements, but she always missed the slippery fishes. Tagar, as usual, was a magnificent hunter.
First she stood very very still, hovering over the water surface. Ears pointed, eyes focused, she doesn't move a muscle.
The fishes will start swimming out from hiding, lulled into thinking the coast is clear by the very silent and unmoving Tagar. When one of them is at the edge of the basin, Tagar suddenly leaps to life. She darts her muzzle into the water and catches the doomed fish, lightning fast.
Gamby tried (again and again) the same maneuver but she's not fast enough. Instead she keeps snorting water up her snout and then proceeds to choke and splutter all over the place. Nice of Tagar to share some fishies with Gamby, poor girl tried hard enough to catch some of her own.
And Togo? He took one look at the fishes, went 'Meh' and trotted off elsewhere to nap.
We had thought to one day install a small fish pond in the garden, with serene koi fishes swimming around in it. Well, so long to that dream now.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Monday, October 8, 2012
Friday, October 5, 2012
Gang Up
There is an odd number for playing. Sooner or later two of them are bound to gang up and pick on the unlucky third one.
Don't just stand there, Mummy!
Rescue me!
Monday, October 1, 2012
Vacuuming the 'Rugs'
Monday, time to attack household chores.
Let's start by vacuuming the 'rugs'.
Let's start by vacuuming the 'rugs'.
Oh look. The 'rug' fell asleep.
Friday, September 28, 2012
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Plants in Pieces
One evening I came out to the porch and saw this.
And in the garden I found this.
And in the house I found these.
And in the garden I found this.
And in the house I found these.
'It wasn't us, Mommy!!
We've been inside being good the whole day!'
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Gamby the Sleeping Guard
The hooman tyrant sleeps in peace, knowing his best friend Gamby is always beside him.
In weirdly awkward positions, but still near and comforting.
In weirdly awkward positions, but still near and comforting.
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