Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Monday, December 3, 2007
Barking at Something Fishy
Bark bark bark bark.
Togo, barking his head off at something.
Bark bark bark bark.
Very odd, for a dog that hardly barks. What is the heck is he barking at? Something in that green tank?
Bark bark bark bark.
Hahahaha. He's barking at Paula and Fred, the oscars. And they are so totally ignoring him!
Paula and Fred and the tank has been there for ages. We have previously even lifted Togo to have him take a good look at them but he never bothered. So why the sudden interest?
Cos Paula and Fred has been fighting (no they're not kissing!) and all that vigorous water splashes annoyed Togo. He likes his house exactly as he wants it, see. So he was barking them orders to behave.
Hahahahahaha.
p/s the tank is half filled and green due to medication. the oscars both sport interesting wounds from their fighting spree.
Togo, barking his head off at something.
Bark bark bark bark.
Very odd, for a dog that hardly barks. What is the heck is he barking at? Something in that green tank?
Bark bark bark bark.
Hahahaha. He's barking at Paula and Fred, the oscars. And they are so totally ignoring him!
Paula and Fred and the tank has been there for ages. We have previously even lifted Togo to have him take a good look at them but he never bothered. So why the sudden interest?
Cos Paula and Fred has been fighting (no they're not kissing!) and all that vigorous water splashes annoyed Togo. He likes his house exactly as he wants it, see. So he was barking them orders to behave.
Hahahahahaha.
p/s the tank is half filled and green due to medication. the oscars both sport interesting wounds from their fighting spree.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Nightmare
This morning my worst nightmare came true.
Togo has never been outside our compound unleashed, and we have always dreaded to think what might happen if he did manage to run out when the gate is opened.
This morning, as our nephews let themselves out, Togo squeezed past their legs and ran out.
My heart stopped, but my brain kicked in hard. Think! Togo will not come in when called, especially not when he's outside with the thousand and one smells to explore. Togo can outrun all of us, and it's no use trying to chase him - Togo will panic and if he runs down to the nearby main road he's as good as gone with all that morning traffic.
I rushed to grab a bag of treats, but when I went out I couldn't see him. Then a car drove slowly by and there he is... running along the front wheel... and there he is.. not there anymore... then the car braked suddenly... and Togo shot out at the other side. THANK GOD that car stopped. God bless you, driver.
Togo went sniffing round and round the neighbors cars, while I tried to lure him to within a catching distance. I almost succeeded once, but a hasty grab resulted in him bolting out of my grasp and sending me sprawling, scraping my knee. Togo is so much stronger than me, I really got to win this with brains.
He sniffed his way into an angle, and we trapped him by slowly advancing on him from both sides. With nowhere to go and a bag of treats in his face, Togo calmed down enough to 'Sit' for his treat. Which gave me the enough time to catch him in a proper hold, and carry the wriggling furball home.
As with all defining moments, you don't really feel emotions until after the fact. Once safely inside our compound, clutching our beloved tyrant, the horror came in waves. That image of Togo running at the car's wheel is stuck on replay. The what-ifs spawned horrifically - what if Togo was run over, what if Togo broke a leg, what if Togo ran up far and fast, what if Togo ran down into heavy traffic, what if Togo is badly hurt, what if Togo is no more..
I hugged Togo so so hard he squeaked. Thank god he's all right.
Togo has never been outside our compound unleashed, and we have always dreaded to think what might happen if he did manage to run out when the gate is opened.
This morning, as our nephews let themselves out, Togo squeezed past their legs and ran out.
My heart stopped, but my brain kicked in hard. Think! Togo will not come in when called, especially not when he's outside with the thousand and one smells to explore. Togo can outrun all of us, and it's no use trying to chase him - Togo will panic and if he runs down to the nearby main road he's as good as gone with all that morning traffic.
I rushed to grab a bag of treats, but when I went out I couldn't see him. Then a car drove slowly by and there he is... running along the front wheel... and there he is.. not there anymore... then the car braked suddenly... and Togo shot out at the other side. THANK GOD that car stopped. God bless you, driver.
Togo went sniffing round and round the neighbors cars, while I tried to lure him to within a catching distance. I almost succeeded once, but a hasty grab resulted in him bolting out of my grasp and sending me sprawling, scraping my knee. Togo is so much stronger than me, I really got to win this with brains.
He sniffed his way into an angle, and we trapped him by slowly advancing on him from both sides. With nowhere to go and a bag of treats in his face, Togo calmed down enough to 'Sit' for his treat. Which gave me the enough time to catch him in a proper hold, and carry the wriggling furball home.
As with all defining moments, you don't really feel emotions until after the fact. Once safely inside our compound, clutching our beloved tyrant, the horror came in waves. That image of Togo running at the car's wheel is stuck on replay. The what-ifs spawned horrifically - what if Togo was run over, what if Togo broke a leg, what if Togo ran up far and fast, what if Togo ran down into heavy traffic, what if Togo is badly hurt, what if Togo is no more..
I hugged Togo so so hard he squeaked. Thank god he's all right.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Splash
Togo playing at his in 'mini' pool.
We're thinking of getting him a baby pool, seeing he likes splashing so much. Something like the one Amber has, look what fun she and her sisters are having!
And yes, those sad looking plants has been unfortunately Togo-ed.
We're thinking of getting him a baby pool, seeing he likes splashing so much. Something like the one Amber has, look what fun she and her sisters are having!
And yes, those sad looking plants has been unfortunately Togo-ed.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Caught
Somebody mauled my garden. Wonder who...
Nyam nyam nyam nyam
Grrr bite bite bite
Hey, what's that? A camera?
It wasn't me, mommy. I swear!Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Scrunchie Number FOUR
A fourth scrunchie gone.
Pardon me while I go run around tearing my hair.
Yes, the tyrant has been smacked. Repeatedly. Which he sat quietly receiving, with a 2-cent face and cute puppy eyes.
Pardon me while I go run around tearing my hair.
Pardon me while I go run around tearing my hair.
Yes, the tyrant has been smacked. Repeatedly. Which he sat quietly receiving, with a 2-cent face and cute puppy eyes.
Pardon me while I go run around tearing my hair.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Walled
We recently replaced our standard chain-link fence with a brick wall. Yes, for Togo.
Now Togo has a huge, safe play pen he can't dig under or jump over (hopefully..), and the house got an instant face-lift. And we've got the peace of mind knowing Togo can't escape so easily.
Under construction
Finished!
What's this? Who built me a prison?
Parodied, here.
Now Togo has a huge, safe play pen he can't dig under or jump over (hopefully..), and the house got an instant face-lift. And we've got the peace of mind knowing Togo can't escape so easily.
Under construction
Finished!
What's this? Who built me a prison?Parodied, here.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Tagged Togo
Ho ho.
Togo has been tagged by King King, so here's Togo telling us 8 random facts about himself:
1) I am a tissue monster. I eat tissues off the table, from the box, from the dustbin and from the road anytime I can, but mommy has put all the tissue out of reach. Boo hoo.
2) I love my mommy and daddy. They are great to chew.
3) I want a playmate. But my mommy and daddy are not taking the hint. *hint. *hint.
4) I am cute.
5) I am very very cute.
6) I think I'm a goat in wolf's clothing. I loooove eating plants, and just like a goat I can eat anything and everything!
7) I am good at catching cockroaches. I don't eat them, I like to play with them but they always get squashed and die. For some reason mommy likes me catching cockroaches.
8) I am scared of baskets. And everybody knows, so they bully me with baskets! Wooo. Duwan friend.
Wuuuuu,
Togo
Togo has been tagged by King King, so here's Togo telling us 8 random facts about himself:
1) I am a tissue monster. I eat tissues off the table, from the box, from the dustbin and from the road anytime I can, but mommy has put all the tissue out of reach. Boo hoo.
2) I love my mommy and daddy. They are great to chew.
3) I want a playmate. But my mommy and daddy are not taking the hint. *hint. *hint.
4) I am cute.
5) I am very very cute.
6) I think I'm a goat in wolf's clothing. I loooove eating plants, and just like a goat I can eat anything and everything!
7) I am good at catching cockroaches. I don't eat them, I like to play with them but they always get squashed and die. For some reason mommy likes me catching cockroaches.
8) I am scared of baskets. And everybody knows, so they bully me with baskets! Wooo. Duwan friend.
Wuuuuu,
Togo
Togo, Parodied!
Togo is so darn cute that someone has put up a parallel parody site!
Here's a pic of Togo being cute from the original post:
And here's the pic, parodied:
More parodies at LOLTogo.
Here's a pic of Togo being cute from the original post:
And here's the pic, parodied:
More parodies at LOLTogo.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Belly Rub
We humans are but slaves to the 'Give Me a Belly Rub Now' tyrant.
Togo goes belly up especially when it's time for him to go back into his pen. He flips over and looks at you so cutely you just have to give him a belly rub, thereby delaying going into his pen. The rascal.
Photo courtesy of Kianyang.
ps - notice Togo's gigi rompang? Hahahaha.
Togo goes belly up especially when it's time for him to go back into his pen. He flips over and looks at you so cutely you just have to give him a belly rub, thereby delaying going into his pen. The rascal.Photo courtesy of Kianyang.
ps - notice Togo's gigi rompang? Hahahaha.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Raining Teeth
These things clattered out of Togo's mouth yesterday, as he was giving the rawhide bone a good chew.
Baby teeth!
Togo gigi rompang. Hahahaha.
Baby teeth!Togo gigi rompang. Hahahaha.
Napping in the Afternoon
Togo, napping in the afternoon .....
... with his tongue out.
Haha, now thats a very not cute picture, Togo!
... with his tongue out.
Haha, now thats a very not cute picture, Togo!
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