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!
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!
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. =)
He is my little brother. We share the same mother, CoCo and he joined me at my crib on Good Friday, 10th April 2009. Torres was born on 10th Feb 2009 in a litter of 6. Like me, he is the eldest of the pack and the most handsome ( he forced me to type this).
Don’t be misled by his tiny frame. He can be quite the terror.
Sometimes I wonder how it’s like to have a brother. Imagine wrestling and out muscling one other. Imagine the many attempts to out maneuver each other. Imagine the warm thought of someone sharing my pillow cover.
Sometimes I wonder how it’s like to have a brother. Imagine humans at work, at least we’ve got one another. Imagine someone to share water with from the puddle. Imagine a target for me to bark “Why you little bugger…”
Sometimes I wonder how it’s like to have a brother. I really really wonder.
