Okay I really should be preparing for something important tomorrow (or later this morning) (actually there are a few important things happening but nevermind) but my hair's wet so I will take a quick break while it dries.
Well, some of you would know that my family adopts dogs from the SPCA to help them out with their ever surging numbers of abandoned animals.
For the last eight over years, we have had this brown mongrel, which really looks to have some
Labrador-
Golden Retriever decent. Of course we can't be sure who her parents are. At two months, we named her
Teh Ping (dialect for Iced Tea).
On some warm days she likes to sleep on the cold marble floor.
Those days, my dad closes an eye and not yell at her to get out.Anyway, over the years, I felt bad about her one-meal-a-day and decided to give her morning plain biscuits as breakfast (usually a grab and go before I rush to work) and on some random occasions, I give her a chew bone to keep the little dog happy.
So last Sunday was that day.
The camera-shy kid only tries to be very tolerant of a camera when food is around. I had to hold a biscuit over my head once so that I could get a frontal picture of her once, okay.
If not she usually disappears out of sight so as not to be shot. Metaphorically speaking of course.
So this time, I sat on the wooden planks at the side of my house, with my camera (phone; she will NOT tolerate the usual digicam).
She refused to come by and sat faaar away from me.
I was sitting cross-legged on the wooden parts while she sat like a good one metre away. Why?
Because she wasn't very comfortable multi-tasking: watching the bone I was holding up high in my left hand and trying to make sure she doesnt jump and fall into this:
After a little teasing, I gave in and walked to the side, which she ignored the camera abit so that I could take a side profile of the walking never-full greedy thing.
After that, with the same bone, I went over to the grass patch next to the washing area so that she won't drip her ridiculous Nigara Falls' saliva flow onto the floor which my father would have a fit over.
Hehe and okay okay after awhile I felt bad doing all that and keeping her wagging her tail with her huge Bambi eyes and gave in to her:
Which she promptly gobbled up and really didn't take notice of me calling her anymore while she focused her attention on more important things. Okay, with some occasional acknowledgment wagging while she tackled the chew bone.
This is the dog that actually got herself out, worrying the whole family into a frenzied state of emergency and only to have her trying to come home through the main gate after six hours, at 11pm. First thing she did: to eat her dinner.
Not like you read Tehping, but don't
EVER do that again. Please.
Love you, girl ;)Labels: pictures, random
On some warm days she likes to sleep on the cold marble floor.
After that, with the same bone, I went over to the grass patch next to the washing area so that she won't drip her ridiculous Nigara Falls' saliva flow onto the floor which my father would have a fit over.
Which she promptly gobbled up and really didn't take notice of me calling her anymore while she focused her attention on more important things. Okay, with some occasional acknowledgment wagging while she tackled the chew bone.