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No, I don't like you.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Let's take this outside

Sunday, December 10, 2006

I promise you Rebel has somehow inherit my personality. A fellow chihuahua tried to pick a fight with him earlier this afternoon at the dog farm, and he tugged on the chihuahua's ugly dog-shirt with his mouth and growled.

I bet, if we understood the Dog's language, it would probably translate to "Do you want a piece of me?".

Reminds me of those adolescent days when I used to pull a person by his/ her shirt (man or woman alike, amazingly) and taunt, "Not happy? Fight lah."

Ya ya ya. We were all young once.

And like his owner, Rebel never loses in a fight. Heh heh heh.


Oblivious Rascal

Sunday, December 03, 2006

Rebel's a lucky kid whose owner happens hates the leash as much as he does. He runs about with her free-spiritedly, unlike most considerate owners and their leashed-up dogs. And that bastard, he sure knows how to use his luxury to his advantage.



About 20 minutes ago, Rebel met Brownie, this 3-year-old Shih Tzu during his walk. I promise you it was deliberate; Rebel taunted and teased, and provoked Brownie into a dog chase with him. It could've been ohsocute, except that Rebel stupidly got Brownie running around my legs... the leash naturally tighten my flesh, causing me instant rope burns. And yes, I did the whole cartoon-like fall like a horse being caught by a Western County sheriff.



And of course, Rebel was oblivious to the pain he caused me. He had fun showing Brownie who's boss and that's all that bloody matters to him.




Ouch.