What a Beach!
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Rebel came along to Sentosa yesterday with Joyce, Hilda and myself. While driving with Rebel to pick the girls up, I realised how I can't afford to place Rebel on my lap whilst driving anymore. That bugger probably thinks he's Senna trapped in a Chihuahua's body or something. He refused to get his paws off my steering wheel. And half the time while speeding, I was trying to bury him under my t-shirt for fear of getting caught by the Traffic Police on the highway.
We got to Siloso Beach, Sentosa, at approximately 11am or so. As soon as we laid our mats (or rather, Joyce and Hilda laid their mats, I completely forgot to bring anything but Rebel and my camera!), I brought Rebel out into the sea. Theory has it that all dogs are born with the ability to swim, and what better way to test that theory right? I dropped Rebel nicely into the freezing water, and immediately, he started swimming auto-pilot! Woo-hoo! You have no idea how excited I was, knowing that I don't have to spend any extra cash on swimming lessons for Rebel!
Being the pussy that he is, Rebel swam frantically towards the shore. Here's him spin-drying himself.
Then I got tired and decided to rest my ass with the girls and my ice coffee. Rebel started roaming about the beach, chasing after every single passerby, and even sneaking up behind 2 Chinese girls, sending them into a high-decibel shrieking session (by the way, its just a harmless Chihuahua, why do you scream as though you got fucked up the ass?). Noticeably, for a dog that's color blind, he sure as hell is racist. I couldn't help but notice how he would ran after only gay white men. Hmmm.
It wasn't long before Rebel got thirsty under that merciless heat. So I went to the beach bar, Sunset Bay, to get him water. Fuck man, his freaking water cost me $2.00 per bottle. And he drunk 2! I should've brought 1.5litres from home.
For someone who has a size 6 ass, I haven't got the slightest clue why the hell my ass is so freaking big here. Maybe its because I'm standing right next to Rebel.
Rebel made a bad mistake by digging his slightly-wet face into the sand, like he would, with his own pillow. Naturally, the sand clinged on irritatingly to his eyes, nose and well, pretty much everywhere else. I was pretty worried at first, when he started oinking like a pig. The sand probably got stuck in his nostrils and he couldn't breathe properly. I became this frantic mother, trying to feed him with water whilst rubbing his chest. Meanwhile, the girls were happily suntanning away...
Finally, Rebel's breathing got better and he figured lying on the mat was much safer. I suppose his position may changed the moment he gets introduced to sandflies...
After resting for about say, 10 minutes or so, Rebel decided to return to the bar. We met a few of the bar staff earlier when we were getting his water and my beer. Rebel struted about the bar, as though he owns the place. From checking customers if they're satisfied with their drinks, to watching some half-naked blokes play pool, to oggling at women at the showers, Rebel sure looks comfortable being a beach bum.
Unfortunately, Mummy's a city girl and by 330pm, it was enough sun and sand for the day. We went home, and I gave Rebel an extremely long bath before he lets himself into my room.
And oh yeah, here's a final picture of Rebel and I, on our very first Beach trip. I think there'll be more to come.
We got to Siloso Beach, Sentosa, at approximately 11am or so. As soon as we laid our mats (or rather, Joyce and Hilda laid their mats, I completely forgot to bring anything but Rebel and my camera!), I brought Rebel out into the sea. Theory has it that all dogs are born with the ability to swim, and what better way to test that theory right? I dropped Rebel nicely into the freezing water, and immediately, he started swimming auto-pilot! Woo-hoo! You have no idea how excited I was, knowing that I don't have to spend any extra cash on swimming lessons for Rebel!
Being the pussy that he is, Rebel swam frantically towards the shore. Here's him spin-drying himself.
Then I got tired and decided to rest my ass with the girls and my ice coffee. Rebel started roaming about the beach, chasing after every single passerby, and even sneaking up behind 2 Chinese girls, sending them into a high-decibel shrieking session (by the way, its just a harmless Chihuahua, why do you scream as though you got fucked up the ass?). Noticeably, for a dog that's color blind, he sure as hell is racist. I couldn't help but notice how he would ran after only gay white men. Hmmm.
It wasn't long before Rebel got thirsty under that merciless heat. So I went to the beach bar, Sunset Bay, to get him water. Fuck man, his freaking water cost me $2.00 per bottle. And he drunk 2! I should've brought 1.5litres from home.
For someone who has a size 6 ass, I haven't got the slightest clue why the hell my ass is so freaking big here. Maybe its because I'm standing right next to Rebel.
Rebel made a bad mistake by digging his slightly-wet face into the sand, like he would, with his own pillow. Naturally, the sand clinged on irritatingly to his eyes, nose and well, pretty much everywhere else. I was pretty worried at first, when he started oinking like a pig. The sand probably got stuck in his nostrils and he couldn't breathe properly. I became this frantic mother, trying to feed him with water whilst rubbing his chest. Meanwhile, the girls were happily suntanning away...
Finally, Rebel's breathing got better and he figured lying on the mat was much safer. I suppose his position may changed the moment he gets introduced to sandflies...
After resting for about say, 10 minutes or so, Rebel decided to return to the bar. We met a few of the bar staff earlier when we were getting his water and my beer. Rebel struted about the bar, as though he owns the place. From checking customers if they're satisfied with their drinks, to watching some half-naked blokes play pool, to oggling at women at the showers, Rebel sure looks comfortable being a beach bum.
Unfortunately, Mummy's a city girl and by 330pm, it was enough sun and sand for the day. We went home, and I gave Rebel an extremely long bath before he lets himself into my room.
And oh yeah, here's a final picture of Rebel and I, on our very first Beach trip. I think there'll be more to come.
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9:06 PM
count your blessings lah !
whatever size you have in that bikini, man likes them ;p
yah, beach outing is sure great fun for both dog & owner.