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Catch me if you can!

Thursday, January 12, 2006

He invented a new game to play with me last evening. Firstly, he would coyly hold his milky bone between his pearly whites. Then he'd shift his head a tad to the right, almost saying "C'mon sister, bring it on". Before you know it, I'm out and about, chasing him all over our apartment. That, my friend, is called Catch me if you can. Sad to say, I have yet to be able to catch him. Yes, that's right, I run slower than a freaking Chihuahua.

Here's him, chewing on his soggy bone. I'm thankful for my 15x optical cum digital zoom on my trusty Canon Powershot camera. I can never get that close to him without him running away with his milky bone lingering at the ends of his mouth like a cigarette.




I bought Rebel a super gay red tanktop by Adidog (haha) last week. He's probably a Size 2, but a gay dog has to live up to his name, right? I got him a Size 1 instead to ensure that his puny lil muscles buldge out nicely out of the tanktop. Nice anot? Nice right? I also say. And yet I had issues with my mum buying him pink towels for blankets. Pink! What the hell was my mum thinking!?



And this is him, 5 minutes ago, wondering what the hell mummy's doing online.



Imma miss him so much when I make my trip to KL this Saturday. Well he'd forgive me. Mummy's got to have some fun with her friends. Maybe they'd sell cheaper gay tanktops for dogs in Ringgit.

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