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The new BPL (Barclays Premier League) season is back and the household is extremely excited.  Despite having the World Cup just 2 months ago, we have been soccer starved and it was the perfect weekend for the league to start again.

Our namesakes were in contention to feature. Reina and Torres =)

It was not the most ideal start though. The new boy Joe Cole got a little too excited to kick start his career with the Reds and saw red with an over enthusiastic turned reckless challenge that left his poor team handicapped for more than half the game’s playing time.

As usual, Reina was in top form, blocking and making some remarkable saves that would make any hooman or dog proud. Until that moment of folly, when he fumbled the ball into his own net. I can totally imagine myself in his boots. Too many a time has momentum dragged me further into situations or positions where I never intended to be.

Torres is still coming back from an injury. We’re just hoping that he gets back to his best as like Reina, he is one of our key players. =)

We’re just glad that the football season is back. Long weekend nights in the foreseeable future!

Fellow doggie and hooman friends, are you fans of the BPL too? If so, which team are you on?

Meet Belle, my new friend. She’s a labrador. It was her first time at the beach but you can tell that she absolutely loved it.

Any doubts or worries about her adaptation to the waters were quashed pretty quickly. Belle was quite the natural. Like me!

Here’s belle no. 2,

Btw, that’s me. And I wasted no time playing fetch in the sea. Nothing beats chilling at sea on a lazy weekend morning!

Torres harbours his own school of thoughts though.

While I’m the fanatical swimmer, he’s the surfer dude through and through. Can you spot him on the float?

You know what they say about a picture speaking a thousand words. From the pic above, quite clearly you can first timer Belle getting into the sea. Good old Torres floating and chilling on the float. While I’m way out at sea with Daddy.

Oh, and here’s daddy having  trouble convincing Torres to get off his prized float.

Boy, do I love beach days. How about you?

P.S Much apologies for the minute image size. Will take better pictures next time. 

Allow me to introduce Dodo, younger sister of Lil’ Torres. The resemblance (to myself) is uncanny, like Bob Sagat and Papa Jumba. Even I got confused.

Can you identify the three of us?

While we heard she went through a bit of a rough time with her foster home a while ago, we’re all glad that she’s found a nice home now. Not here though. The “household dog count” limit imposed by Daddy has been met. Dodo was here for the weekend on a social pass and we wasted little time getting acquainted.

Dodo reminds my pawrents a lot of myself. First to yelp at the slightest pitch of an oncoming footstep outside our corridor, and last to give up whining (in the odd event that our pawrents manage to adjust their ears to filter off that humanely intolerable whiny frequency) during seperation anxiety.

Like me, she is uber active during the day, prancing around non-stop with seemingly endless energy. Dodo  also has that innate talent of finding the “X” spot on your lap to cuddle up. Her “manja” skills are pretty impressive too!

Meanwhile, Torres, like most men or boys, has been caught up with the World Cup Fever.

While Paul the Octopus and Mani the Parakeet are having their fair share of the limelight predicting the World Cup results, Lil’ Torres wants his 60 secs of fame too. 

But the coming semi final is proving to be a bit of a headache for him.You see, dachshunds are a German breed. Torres, is a Spanish inspired name. Errr…It’s Germany vs Spain.

On second thought, he’ll be leaving the predictions to the expert faunas and just sign off with a neat pose.

Till the next post (hopefully not too long later), take care everyone!

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!