Birthday Daddy

Togo and Tagar wishes Daddy a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
Licks, hugs, growls and woos, daddy dearest.


* If you're thinking they look sleepy in the pics - they are.
I put the hat on the sleeping tyrant and tyranette and woke them up for a quick shot.
Earlier attempts of hat+photos when they were wide awake resulted in the very tragic eaten-alive deaths of the hats.

Steal

Let me tell you a story.

Recently Togo's parents had a new litter of pups, and by 3 months all but one (let's name him Puppy X) has left for new homes.

There is no one at their home during work hours, so although Togo's parents lounge in the porch the whole day, as a rule Mr Owner always keeps puppies in the house.

Since Puppy X is all alone, and not too small anymore, Mr Owner decided to leave Puppy X in the company of his parents on the porch.

Mr Owner went to work. Mr Owner came back from work. Puppy X is gone.

Mr Owner is ANGRY.

Mr Owner scoured all Husky puppy ads. Mr Owner was ON A HUNT.

One month later.

Mr Owner answered an advert for a similar pup. Mr Owner went to view said pup, in a vet-cum-seller in Sg Buloh. Mr Owner look at pup, and Mr Owner knows he has found Puppy X.

Mr Owner showed pictures of Puppy X parents. Mr Owner say, 'This is my pup. We can prove with blood test. I'm going to report you.'

Mr & Mrs Vet-cum-seller is scared. They say 'Take your pup.' They say they get the pup from a Mr Trader.

Mr Trader! The name is familiar to Mr Owner. The Mr Trader he knows was interested in Husky puppies. Mr Owner calls up the Mr Trader he knew, and it is the correct Mr Trader that sold the pup to Mr & Mrs Vet-cum-seller.

Mr Trader say he bought the pup from a Mr Supplier. Mr Trader says he frequently gets his stock of smaller breed pups from Mr Supplier. But, Mr Trader says, you cannot contact Mr Supplier. Mr Supplier calls Mr Trader when there is new 'stock' and brings them over for viewing and sale. Mr Trader say pup was one of three Husky pups Mr Supplier showed him that time.

Mr Trader gave Mr Owner number of Mr Supplier. As expected, the number is constantly out of service.

Mr Owner is still ANGRY.

This is all the story I have for now.

Please, if buying a pet, buy responsibly. Buying direct from breeders is best, and insist on seeing both parents. Do not feed this vile dog-napping business.

Trivia:
Puppy X
sold to Mr Trader by Mr Supplier : RM 850
sold to Mr & Mrs Vet-cum-seller : RM 950
the selling price to Mr Owner : Rm 1500

Share

Here's a rather dark filming of Togo not wanting to share, and Tagar whining about it.



You tell me, who's the bigger tyrant.

Learn

Well well well.
Looks like somebody has been teaching the little one how to sleep excitingly.

The student

The teacher

Six words

Togo has been tagged!
Khyra and Holly and Jack and Star has tagged Togo with the 6 word memoir game.

Write your own six word memoir.
Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like.
Link to the person that tagged you in your post, and to the original post if possible so we can track it as it travels across the blogosphere.
Tag at least five more blogs with links.
Don’t forget to leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play.


Here's Togo, in six words.

1. Pedophile

2. Gorga-phile

3. Coconut-phile

4. Tree-o-phile

5. Pot-o-phile


6. Daddy-phi... HEY!!

Oh. Togo tags each and every one of you. You're IT!

Step

Poor mommy's cheek has a pretty pattern..


where a fat tyrant stepped on her face on the way to bite Togo's ears.
Togo was cuddled up in mommy's arms - no favoritism, I swear!

I'm sorry, mommy. Hugs.
[Hah. Finally. I get a hug too.]

Photos courtesy of crazygambarman

Chew Munch Destroy

We often leave the tyrants inside the house even when they're home alone, the marble cools them off in this terrible terrible heat the crazy weather brings us lately. Togo takes good care of the house, the only thing we have to deal with is mini mishaps from the still-not-fully-toilet-trained mini tyrant.

Until now.

I was out for about two hours and came back to energetic tyrants welcoming me joyfully. So I kissed them hallo and patted them and hugged them silly to match their enthusiasm.

Then I went in the house, and found this strange bit of sponge on the floor. 'Oh, no' I thought. 'The tyrants ate something!'

I couldn't figure out where this bit of sponge came from - the bit doesn't look familiar at all. I hunted up and down for the dead creature. What on earth did they destroy?

I found further dead bits all over the house. But what exactly did they kill?



And then I saw it. It was there right in front of me, but I totally missed it.
The tyrants had made minced meat of our...

.. sofa..

... our 1+ year old sofa...
I wonder why the tyrants didn't eat the older sofa. At least that would save us some disposal cost.

Of course I freaked out. A sofa is a big thing to destroy. Unfortunately with all the affection I had already showered them earlier, scolding them would have not much effect. I raised my voice a little but they both just sat there looking cute and blameless.

I called up Togo Daddy and he said he'll sort them out when he got home. When Togo Daddy came back later, he came in sternly and started on the tyrants. He was just two seconds into his rant when mini tyrant stood on her toes to lick daddy's fingers, and big tyrant rolled over for a belly rub at his feet. Hah.. no prizes for guessing that cuteness does get you out of things.

I'm going to make a sofa stuffing out of dog hair, you tyrants.

The great pretenders

Teeth

There were a lot of comments on Togo's neat set of teefies, so here are more shots of his pearly daggerish whites.

Behold my beautiful teefies!

My teefies are way bigger than yours!

I will crush your puny skull with them!

Ngap!

NGAP!

Are you going 'Oh poor puppy!' ?
Here's a closeup.

N-G-A-P!

Oh.. don't be fooled by all that violence.
Little Tagar wins all the time, actually.

Uuhhh...