In sync with the Lunar New Year, we were decked out in red.
Throw in the double 8s, which also means FATT FATT in dialect. According to hoomanology, this is supposed to mean good luck. Even though its sounds more like “fat fat” to me.
Now, this must be another reason why Liverpool will get a positive result tonight at Manchester City.
Come on you Reds!
Today is the Lunar New Year 2010. Everyone is wishing every other person a Happy Tiger New Year. The cute ones will say Tigger New Year.
4 days ago, we celebrated Torres and Tamys’ 1st birthday. There was a great spread of food. And I mean it.
Poached salmon and vegetables. Now we know what heaven tastes like.
There was a fantastic cake, courtesy of Karen for the two birthday doggies. It was such a joy to behold!
Tamy and Torres, one for the camera.
We wasted little time getting down to some serious blueberry business. Might have done a cleaner job though. Someone left a bit of trace on the nose.
Now, just look at the doofus…
We had great fun nevertheless. As always, it was difficult getting that all important group shot at the end. This was the best Pops could do with his cam.
Happy Birthday Torres and Tamy! Torres, you might bit a little off at times, but I still love you!
I know I know. I haven’t been blogging for the past 3 weeks. The new year’s resolution hasn’t exactly been going according to plan. But it was just physically impossible for us to blog. No, we have not grown too fat that our fingers can’t reach the keypad. It’s just that we have been away from home the last 3 weeks. We were on a retreat at Aunt Amy’s and there was no internet access.
The hoomans have been busy with their wedding and then their honeymoon. So we had to go somewhere for our own little honeymoon or some call it fat camp, where food and space are luxuries.
I just had to drop by the blog to shout out to my fellow doggie mates and hooman fans that we’re alright. Now that we’re back home, normal blogging service will resume, so fret not, reinadoxie and torres are back in business.
Oh and how can I not mention. 3 days to Torres’ big day. I smell a party.
What a pleasant surprise! I was up checking my mail and look what I got.
Some updates from Tenacious Tamy. For those wondering who on earth is this Reina wannabe (notice the resemblance?), Tamy is the blood sister of Lil’ Torres. Quite a terror too, so I heard.
She’s doing well, and looking forward to her 1st birthday on Feb 10. Sniffs, time for another get together.
Hello fellow doggie mates, what does the lottery mean to you? It’s pretty hilarious if you ask me. Today, the numbers to my dog license appeared in the draw (2052, for the hooman readers if any) and the hoomans went bananas. Not because they won. They forgot to buy.
And the thought of them correlating my good bowel movements to me giving them a sign of fortune never fails to tickle. How can you equate crap and gold? Besides, it’s just the brown rice.
To me, weekend retreats (more on these in the upcoming posts) are like lotteries. Everything upsizes. The bed, the playing space. The spread of food, the frequency of meal times. Our waistlines.
Eat outs are like lotteries. There aren’t many pet cafes left in Singapore. Pawtobello, the last decent cafe closed down last year. Walkabouts at the Botanic Gardens these days are like lotteries. It’s been too long since our last stroll in the park. *hint*
With the Lunar New Year approaching, so is that jumbo lottery draw. I’m wishing the hoomans hit the jackpot and everyday will be lottery day for me and doofus.
How time flies. Before you know it, you’re a year older and I’m almost three. Torres will be one in a month. Have you had your resolution for the new year? This is a first for me. I reckon since I’m approaching 21 human years, I’ll do something novel. My resolution for 2010? Blog more regularly.
It’s been too long since my last entry. Many things have changed. I’ve moved on to a new home. Physical home that is. Annoying Pawrents are still around. Got a little brother in Torres. Quite a doofus if you ask me. You guys should check out his dumbo ears. Not sure if it has anything to do with his constant spaced out look. Nevertheless, we love him to bits.
We’ve been frequenting the beach more often. Check out our surf board on the banner. Though I’d say I’m more of a swimmer, while Torres is more of a surfer. He’s too chill, like pops.
Anyway, it’s great to be back again. 2010 will be the year of the Tiger. I say it’s gonna be the year of the dacshies. Happy New Year everyone!
In case you’re wondering, it’s Torres’s sister! She was adopted 2 days ago by Karen and family.
It sure didn’t take her long to get comfy…
Can’t wait for the next time we meet again. Maybe we could chill out on the beach soon!
Mum is coming back tmr.
And we could be moving to our new place soon.
Feeling nothing but anticipation!
The weather is crazy. It’s getting so hot these days. Thank God for the pool though. It’s always good to go for a dip on a hot day like today. So good that I don’t ever feel like coming out of it!
Check out the growl at abt 0:08s =P
I just found out from Lorenza that Torres actually means Tower in Mexican. Let’s hope Lil’ Torres grows up to be as sturdy as one. To all concerned friends, Torres has been settling in quite well. Eating well, sleeping well and definitely peeing well (judging from the pee all over the house…Tsk tsk). We’re ready to give him a couple more days to get it right. Afterall, he is but God’s wonderful gift to us. =)
just look at him…
And here’s me looking over…
