Saturday, January 12, 2008

Fever

Togo is not well.
He is not his usual energetic chew-everything self.

His snout is all pink, and Togo keeps clearing his nose of flam. We suspect a fever from his burning ears. A trip to the vet (and a thermometer up his you know where) confirmed the fever. The vet said it might be a sub-clinical infection from a tick - we found one on him after boarding last holidays.


Togo got two jabs and medication. He is proving to be a non-fussy medicine taker - just put it on his food and he gobbles everything up.

Get well soon, Togo.

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Ty Beanie Husky

I once had a hobby of collecting Ty Beanie Doggies. I have a shelf full of adorable little doggies of all breeds and colors.

Here's one of a blue-eyed husky. Isn't he a cutie?
And his name is Juneau! Togo has a husky friend named Juneau, what a coincidence!


Ty Beanie Babies each come with a poem. Here's the one in Juneau's tag

Hurry, jump on, I'll pull the sled
Or we could play snow-tag instead
Either way we'll have such fun
What can I say? I love to run!


Juneau, looking terrified of the big bad wolf.


Juneau is pissing in is fur in fear.


But I just want to be friends!
Awww, isn't that so sweet.

Monday, January 7, 2008

Make My Day Award

This is so exciting!
Togo got a "You Make My Day Award" from Khyra, the Khute One!


Thank you Khyra! Togo says he's glad he can make someone's day!

Togo would like to pass on the award to these doggies that always make our day
* Amber, The Solid Gold Dancer (and sistahs!)
* Jack & Star, the cyber space Huskies
* Boo, the roaring Casanova
* Codes, the gorgeous Malamute


Thank you Khyra!
You always make my day too. Ha-wooo!

Sunday, January 6, 2008

RIP Gorga

Remember Gorga, Togo's pet gorilla?


Those of you who said Gorga won't last a week, you're wrong.
Those of you who said Gorga won't last a month, you're amazingly right.


Gorga is made of a strong furry fabric all over, except for his nose.
Gorga had a soft leather nose.

Had a nose, mind you.
This is Gorga today.

Gorga has also lost a lot of weight. Someone found great pleasure in pulling out Gorga's stuffing through his poor nose. The someone gladly ate some stuffing too, before I got to save Gorga (or what remains of him).


The someone, feeling jolly proud of himself.

I am so handsome.

Thursday, January 3, 2008

Effective Beg

Ha! No wonder Daddy is a Togo pushover.
Always caving in to Togo demands and spoiling him extra.

Just look at the imp! Being all cute and adorable to Daddy! Goodness, if this works I want to go beg Daddy for a pool table right now.


p/s: A fan of Togo is experimenting with MyMiniCity. Click to boost his population. Thank you!

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

RIP Shoe Rack

This was a shoe rack.



This was a shoe-rack with double doors.

Hey! Look at that! We caught the culprit red-pawed!


What do you have to say for yourself, Togo?
Just doing some furniture quality testing for you, mommy.

I think he may have meant tasting.

Togo didn't eat up that door, but he did tear it up to small bits so we had to get rid of it. All in one afternoon, too.

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Switch Off

We discovered something 'exciting' - you can easily put Togo to sleep by rubbing his ears.



Hahaha. Togo has an instant off button!

Sunday, December 30, 2007

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Six Months

And just like that, our boy is 6 months old already!
Time sure is zooming by at top speed.

The recent batch of pictures I took somehow always seem to be of Togo in various sleeping position (ok, mostly upside down..). But I've put up many of those, so instead here's a photo of the 2 month old tyrant, in his first few days home with us.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Happy Howlidays

Togo is a bit miffed that I didn't put up any Christmas wishes up for him.
So here's a belated Merry Christmas, and very Happy New Year, from Togo the Tyrant.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Boarding

Apologies for the silence, we were away for the weekend.

We decided to board the tyrant at a nearby pet shop while we're away. Just a one day stay, but this is the first time we're sending him for boarding.

When we got to the shop, Togo was at first overwhelmed, then terrified by all the other dogs and cats calling out their greetings. Togo Daddy put him into his boarding cage and sadly said his goodbye. Togo looked so scared, and put on such a pleading face not to be left behind. I had to drag Togo Daddy out.

Togo will be all right, I said. Maybe one of them man-dogs will teach him to pee like a boy. I bet he's exchanging gossip with that fine German Shepherd in the next boarding cage.

Togo in his boarding cage.
Happy to be going home.


The next day we came to pick him up. The boarders said Togo was such a friendly, well-behaved(!) dog. Everyone of the staff patted him goodbye! Ho! Now, if only he'll behave at home too.

Togo so happy to see Togo Mommy.
"Get me out!"


Togo is fine post-boarding, he's sleeping away. Must have been too excited to sleep the whole time there.

Oooh, he's fine with me I mean. We made the mistake of me going in to get him out of boarding (and remember, Togo Daddy put him in). Now Togo is majorly sulking at Togo Daddy!

Togo turns his head away when Togo Daddy tries to look him in the eye, and moves away when Togo Daddy attempts to pat and cuddle him. Togo even sags his body and turns into a dead weight when Togo Daddy tries to pick him up.

That's Togo Daddy's hand.
And that's Togo sulking.


The family is very amused by Togo's sulk, but understandably Togo Daddy is not amused! He tried bribing the tyrant with treats but Togo is still sulking. Haha.

Friday, December 21, 2007

Moody Moody

Moody Togo is not eating well. He sniffs his food, eat a mournful mouth or two and goes moping around the house. He then slowly eats the rest of the food throughout the day.

We were worried - the normal Togo is a greedy little fellow who wolfs down his food in one sitting. Otherwise he is fine, normal poop, normal nap time, normal belly-rub-me requests.

A visit to the vet confirms he's fine. Hmm. Maybe that newly opened bag of food already masuk angin*, and all the flavor gone. Come to think of it, the smell is less too. Hmmm....

* direct translation - air enter
Tales of the furry, scrunchie-eating, lovable tyrant.