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!
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