Togo has now grown, the wall has cracked, and the once pristine wall windows has tyrant snot all over it.
GROSS.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Wall
Three years ago we posted this picture of little Togo peeping out of his brand new wall.
Togo has now grown, the wall has cracked, and the once pristine wall windows has tyrant snot all over it.
GROSS.
Togo has now grown, the wall has cracked, and the once pristine wall windows has tyrant snot all over it.
GROSS.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Keeping Watch
Tagar does a wonderful job baby-sitting.
Or baby-sleeping, more accurately.
The video stops there. At that point the Tagar leapt up and swallowed the baby whole.*
* Hahahaha
Or baby-sleeping, more accurately.
The video stops there. At that point the Tagar leapt up and swallowed the baby whole.*
* Hahahaha
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Bath
How many dogs does it take to bathe a baby?
Three!
Although only Gamby seems to take the job seriously.
Gamby : Check, all back baby hair shampooed.
Gamby : Check, neck fluff washed off.
Gamby : Check, crinkles in legs and hands cleaned.
Three!
Although only Gamby seems to take the job seriously.
Gamby : Check, all back baby hair shampooed.
Gamby : Check, neck fluff washed off.
Gamby : Check, crinkles in legs and hands cleaned. Good job Gamby.
Now if only they will behave so well when its their turn to bathe!
Since we're already in the bath, I'll throw in some baby making weird faces photos. Baby says 'Nenek see my teeth!'
Now if only they will behave so well when its their turn to bathe!
Since we're already in the bath, I'll throw in some baby making weird faces photos. Baby says 'Nenek see my teeth!'
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Blurb
Well well well.
The fur-kids KNOW that the couch is off-limits, but apparently the little human tyrant is egging Gamby on to be naughty. I was away in another room, and when I came out I caught this.
Very bad video quality though, this was caught on handphone camera.
The fur-kids KNOW that the couch is off-limits, but apparently the little human tyrant is egging Gamby on to be naughty. I was away in another room, and when I came out I caught this.
Very bad video quality though, this was caught on handphone camera.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Fight
Gamby takes on Togo in the battle for the blue ball.
If you're seeing double, the bigger one is Togo, the smaller one is Gamby.
Gamby : I want. Give.
Gamby : Mine! Mine mine mine!
Gamby : Rawr! Mineeeeee!
Gamby : Ngap! Getoff!
Gamby : Nyam nyam hmm tasty ears.
Togo : squeak
If you're seeing double, the bigger one is Togo, the smaller one is Gamby.
Gamby : I want. Give.
Gamby : Mine! Mine mine mine!
Gamby : Rawr! Mineeeeee!
Gamby : Ngap! Getoff!
Gamby : Nyam nyam hmm tasty ears.Togo : squeak
I don't know who got the blue ball in the end. They're still outside fighting.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Three
Jack and Moo commented on a previous post that they're just realized there are THREE tyrants.
That's hardly surprising because not only does Gamby looks exactly like Togo, but there almost no pics of all three of them together. All I could manage so far are 2 dogs and a pair of ears, one dog and two extra tails, or most often just blurs as they shoot off to chase a cat just as I click the camera.
But here's proof that they actually IS three tyrants! Thanks Ian for the lovely lovely shot.
That's hardly surprising because not only does Gamby looks exactly like Togo, but there almost no pics of all three of them together. All I could manage so far are 2 dogs and a pair of ears, one dog and two extra tails, or most often just blurs as they shoot off to chase a cat just as I click the camera.
But here's proof that they actually IS three tyrants! Thanks Ian for the lovely lovely shot.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Busy
The tyrants are busy being busy-bodies.
Blame them for the lack of update!
Togo : Did you see that cat's new hairdo?!
Gamby : Haha, it makes her look 10 yrs older!
Blame them for the lack of update!
Togo : Did you see that cat's new hairdo?!
Gamby : Haha, it makes her look 10 yrs older!
Monday, April 5, 2010
Boy
Gamby frequently gets mistaken for a boy-dog.
Probably because she's more handsome than pretty.
Who are you calling ain't-pretty?!
Probably because she's more handsome than pretty.
Who are you calling ain't-pretty?!Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Baby Sit
baby-sit [ba.by-sit]
Def 1: a baby, sitting
Def 2: sitting, with a baby
Def 3: to take care of or watch over someone
Def 1: a baby, sitting
Def 2: sitting, with a baby
Def 3: to take care of or watch over someone
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Paws
Togo and Gamby is helping Mommy
send out a very special message
to Daddy :
send out a very special message
to Daddy :
Happy 5th year first-date-anniversary.
xoxo
xoxo
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Beg
How to Beg Effectively : A Visual Lesson By Tagar
Step 1: Get up close to your victim. Invade her personal space.
Step 2 : Get closer, and closer, and closer. Think 'in your face'.
Step 3 : Get a back-up, preferably one as cute as you.
Step 4 : Make tandem cute faces with your backup.
Step 5 : If all else fails, CRY!
Step 1: Get up close to your victim. Invade her personal space.
Step 2 : Get closer, and closer, and closer. Think 'in your face'.
Step 3 : Get a back-up, preferably one as cute as you.
Step 4 : Make tandem cute faces with your backup.
Step 5 : If all else fails, CRY!
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Fickle
When I was waddling around with the little one in my tummy months ago, we were constantly peppered with 'kindly' advice. We should put the dogs out when the baby comes, not good for the baby, etc etc.
We smiled and nodded, which was a lot easier than going into a spiel about how the dogs were my only consolation all that time ago when Daddy worked away, how they kept me company and consoled me with their boundless love (and idiotic tendencies) and how they kept us sane throughout.
We nodded at everyone and anyone with the same advice over and over again, which came up to roughly a gazillion nods.
Our plan was wait and see when the baby comes. If he had negative medical reaction to the tyrants and all their fur, then we would have to put them out or at least separate them. Thankfully he did not.
Recently we attended a few gatherings, and more than one person remarked upon how friendly and un-fussy the little one is. "Must be result of growing up with dogs", they ooh-ed and aah-ed and coo-ed.
I smiled at that, when actually I so very badly wanted to smirk.
Fickle people!
We smiled and nodded, which was a lot easier than going into a spiel about how the dogs were my only consolation all that time ago when Daddy worked away, how they kept me company and consoled me with their boundless love (and idiotic tendencies) and how they kept us sane throughout.
We nodded at everyone and anyone with the same advice over and over again, which came up to roughly a gazillion nods.
Our plan was wait and see when the baby comes. If he had negative medical reaction to the tyrants and all their fur, then we would have to put them out or at least separate them. Thankfully he did not.
Recently we attended a few gatherings, and more than one person remarked upon how friendly and un-fussy the little one is. "Must be result of growing up with dogs", they ooh-ed and aah-ed and coo-ed.
I smiled at that, when actually I so very badly wanted to smirk.
Fickle people!
Monday, March 15, 2010
GiveADogABone
I haven't seen the furries for a week!
Usually they're tailing me up and down stairs and everywhere, occasionally going off to chew / hide / fight over some rawhide bones. Then last week I (finally) bought them some real bones - a whole beef bone hind leg, cut to a few thick chunks. And suddenly I felt like I lost my kids. I haven't seen them around much since!
Tagar especially seems obsessed with the bones. We don't let them chew inside the house, we lock all the bones behind. So EVERY morning since, Tagar nudges us awake, runs to the back and scratches the door to be let out. Where previously she'll scream her head off if we leave her behind for even a minute, suddenly she sits outside for hours, gnawing away.
I hope we get our kids back soon.
What a big mouth you have, Togo.
What a big mouth you have, Tagar.
What a big.. uh, .. tongue you have, Gamby.
Usually they're tailing me up and down stairs and everywhere, occasionally going off to chew / hide / fight over some rawhide bones. Then last week I (finally) bought them some real bones - a whole beef bone hind leg, cut to a few thick chunks. And suddenly I felt like I lost my kids. I haven't seen them around much since!
Tagar especially seems obsessed with the bones. We don't let them chew inside the house, we lock all the bones behind. So EVERY morning since, Tagar nudges us awake, runs to the back and scratches the door to be let out. Where previously she'll scream her head off if we leave her behind for even a minute, suddenly she sits outside for hours, gnawing away.
I hope we get our kids back soon.
What a big mouth you have, Togo.
What a big mouth you have, Tagar.
What a big.. uh, .. tongue you have, Gamby.
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