A Place I Call Home

Hiya Frenz,

I was reading Suki's Blog and she had wanted us to share about where we live. Living in Singapore is kinda different, we have lots of tall buildings and very little open spaces. It's almost like living in a concrete jungle!! Most of us live in apartments or HDB flats and we don't have space for big koi ponds like Butchy & Snickers (btw guys, where's Luckie the Koi? hehehe). In each housing estate or neighbourhood, we have amenities like shops (most of the time within walking distance), food or hawker centres and convenient access to public transportation services (like buses or train services).


This is my neighbourhood. :) Mom brings me for a walk when she's free and there's always peepol enjoying the breeze downstairs or bringing their hooman pups out to the playground too. But yeah, they don't leash those hooman pups so I try my best to stay away from them.

Singapore has lotsa yummy food and if you do get a chance to come over, you gotta check out our hawker centres. That was not me but Mom cos you know I can't get to eat those food from the hawker centres anyhoo. Sheesh...so puhleeze stop going on about the food Mom, this is not a food blog!!

Oh yeah, where was I before I was so *rudely* interrupted by Mom. Hmm..yes, talking about my neighbourhood!! We live in a HDB flat too and it's like 30 storey high. Is that high or what? Each floor has 6 households and we have pretty nice neighours. :) They seem to like me..or at least act like they do. Hoomans are very good at acting huh? They don't always seem to show their true feelings unlike us!! We are so REAL and will never hide our feelings from them.


Tall block of HDB flats. Mom sometimes carries me to the window so I can look out and enjoy the scenary. It's really high and scwary but Mom stands quite a distance away in case I try to do spidey-man stunt like climbing along the walls or jumping out of the building.

We also have a MRT station nearby. The train brings my hoomans to work and back home. Unfortunately, dawgs are not *allowed* on public transport so I have not been on a train before.

My groomer's salon is nearby so I can walk to visit those bootiful groomer ladies and get myself nice and pwetty. I know I know, I kinda got side-track from blogging about my trip to the groomer again. The silly thing was Mom did bring her camera along but she was too shy to whip out her camera to take piktures of me and the other dawgies there. Plus the groomers were busy with grooming and she was afriad that the camera flash would agitate the other clients. Anyhoo, I gotta blog about that soon.

PS : Fufu, I didn't get your comment about how to edit the comment thingy. :) I think blogger has eaten up your comment. tee hee hee...