tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314406752024-03-14T13:48:39.454+08:00Luckie GirlI am Luckie Girl & welcome to my world! I'm a long haired chocolate tan mini dachshund living with my parents & my sister, Susie in Sunny Singapore. I was from Australia and came to Singapore when I was 3 months old. Susie Girl is a long hair shaded red mini dachshund & she came home with us at 8 weeks.Luckie Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273noreply@blogger.comBlogger163125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-66211721189499197812008-12-30T17:31:00.006+08:002008-12-30T17:47:17.006+08:00Am I in time for the last post of 2008?<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Hi guys!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Just wanted to drop a short note to wish everyone of you a Happy New Year! I hope 2009 will bring lotsa happiness & joy to each of you. It has been a crazy few months at home. Trust me, you wouldn't want to be caught in the mess.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I also thought I should post some piktures of Susie to prove that she's doing well and not eaten up by me. She's growing and growing...and frankly, I have never been so tired before with Susie playing (aka attacking) me all day long.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SVnrtDq-H6I/AAAAAAAACHE/BsKRmfGQSh4/s1600-h/a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SVnrtDq-H6I/AAAAAAAACHE/BsKRmfGQSh4/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285514797008166818" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Look at her now! She's 4+ months now. This was taken on her very first walk at the park.</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SVnrftBMIGI/AAAAAAAACG0/jCfQe2kSJBE/s1600-h/c.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SVnrftBMIGI/AAAAAAAACG0/jCfQe2kSJBE/s320/c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285514567589044322" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Okay, so maybe she didn't walk too much. She couldn't keep up with me cos we were on the double leash which is a silly invention IMO cos Mom complains that we are trying to make her fall on her face in public and humiliate her.</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SVnrfSVp8iI/AAAAAAAACGs/vtzY5VJGmFQ/s1600-h/b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SVnrfSVp8iI/AAAAAAAACGs/vtzY5VJGmFQ/s320/b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285514560427127330" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">She sure looks happy don't you think? :) Btw, this was taken with Dad's new wide angle lens. So it kinda gives Susie the big head dog effect if you know what I mean?</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SVntAXWddLI/AAAAAAAACHM/WRKRSrVQpbA/s1600-h/d.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SVntAXWddLI/AAAAAAAACHM/WRKRSrVQpbA/s320/d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285516228219991218" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Alrighty, because I am lazy and Mom says she needs to get her butt moving to cook their wedding anniversary dinner now. Here's the </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=44801&l=01224&id=726211934">link</a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> to Mom's Facebook so you can check out Susie's piktures. Don't worry about me cos I'm doing well and keep checking back for exclusive piktures of us (TOGETHER). Yes! We do co-exist in harmony at times. hee...</span><br /></div>Luckie Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-75033692877619189692008-10-19T13:20:00.002+08:002008-10-21T14:16:08.947+08:00Kibbles and more Kibbles...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hey guys,</span> </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Lately, Mom has been complaining about a lack of space on her kitchen's countertop cos it's filled with containers of kibbles meant for us. I have always been eating </span><a href="http://timberwolforganics.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Timberwolf</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">'s (TW) kibbles from the time I came home. Mom always add some other food like meat/vegetables to my kibbles (and not forgetting my supplements too). I am not a picky eater and basically, I'm just glad to have food given to be at regular times unlike some other puppy I know. *cough cough*</span><br /></div><div align="justify"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259474220161853586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SP1n7_YSaJI/AAAAAAAABc8/FSn2-8FeVSQ/s320/TW+blue.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm currently finishing up my TW's Ocean Blue formula which is supposed to be a fish based formula until they added in chicken fats (not that I cannot eat chicken). In any case, recently, Mom got hold of a sample of another brand called </span><a href="http://www.tasteofthewildpetfood.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Taste of the Wild</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> (TOTW). Despite the size of the kibbles looking way bigger (like M & Ms according to Mom), I am definately digging the new kibbles. :) Yummy~ so I'll be moving on to TOTW's Pacific Stream Canine Formula soon. It says "A fish protein, grain-free formula for all life stages with sweet potatoes provides highly digestible energy for your sensitive dog. Made with real smoked salmon, this formula offers a taste sensation like no other. Supplemented with fruits and vegetables, this fish and potato formula delivers natural antioxidants to protect your friend's body from the damage of everyday living, supporting a healthy immune system and overall good health. Your dog craves a taste of the wild.Go ahead and give him one." What a load of garbage, there's only one test for me - the TASTE test.</span> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259474223305755938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SP1n8LF2jSI/AAAAAAAABdE/tCT7rZkifgg/s320/taste.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">That's just me. Susie is another story altogether. She's a really picky eater!! She gets kibbles with minced meat and milk too. She takes like forever to finish up. I hate to say this...I never got milk when I was a puppy. *sighz* However, thanks to Susie, I get a little milk in the morning now. When I say <em>little</em>...I mean it's really <em>little</em> like maybe 2 to 3 spoonsful of milk. *woeful* Susie's taking a mix of kibbles from TW's Lamb & Apples Formula and </span><a href="http://www.naturalbalanceinc.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Natural Balance</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">'s (NB) Potato & Duck Formula.</span> </div><div align="justify"> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259481128284639826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SP1uOGJG0lI/AAAAAAAABdU/vOVq7iGLKdo/s320/lamb.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Okay, I counted - so we have 4 different kibbles at home. But I think it's reasonable considering we have two dogs. The 2 hoomans have one whole fridge of FOOD to themselves and Mom's complaining abt a lack of countertop space?</span><br /><br /></p><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259482758843619906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SP1vtAcqWkI/AAAAAAAABdc/l4Ou3QZMpUE/s320/DogbagGroup_PD_200wide.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">PS : Mom caught me in action helping myself to Susie's bowl. Crap..now I can't do that anymore cos she moved Susie's bowl away from our common fence. (<span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;">Luckie's Mom : I usually place Susie's food bowl beside their common fence and since Susie's bowl is a bit smaller/higher compared to Luckie's bowl, her food is piled up higher. I caught Luckie squishing her nose through the gap in the fence trying to nudge Susie's kibbles out of her bowl. Luckie was even using her TONGUE to flip the kibbles out. Once the kibbles land outside the bowl, Luckie uses her paw to slowly scratch/paw the kibble to her side. My god..all that trouble for one kibble!! I wish I could get it on video. I have no idea if I should laugh or get upset with Luckie. LOL!!</span>)</span></p>Luckie Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-75167892794330392232008-10-11T10:43:00.004+08:002008-10-13T14:13:26.439+08:00And this is how we play<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Good Morning!</span><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It has been a little over a week since Susie came home. Things are slowly settling into place. We get our regular rescheduled play time cos Mom says we need to be supervised during play. Seriously, she can be a total control freak at times. </span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mom says I put on some weight cos I have been eating a lot lately. Susie still has to drink milk with her kibbles and so I get some milk for my breakfast too. :P Plus, Susie is a very slow eater unlike me. Mom caught me going into Susie's play area a couple of times to 'help' her finish up. I mean, I wouldn't want Mom to have to wait for Susie to finish up and then wash her bowl so I was simply being helpful. However, Mom didn't seem to agree. In any case, I just wanted to say that I feel that I'm not getting enough food because my portions seem so tiny compared to my sister.</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I read that you guys wanted some piktures of us together. Well, Mom did try to snap some piktures of us playing cos we hardly sit down quietly together. Unfortunately, the piktures turned out kinda blurry. Mom can't figure out why we always want the <em>same</em> toy even though we have 2 of the exact toy in the house. I'm not going to tell her why..go figure it out yourself woman! </span><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256466121233529266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SPK4Fln_-bI/AAAAAAAABcA/lqUJ9BgohEA/s320/Photo002.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Okay, so the first pikture is really blurry. But yes, we are playing!</span><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256515202936185282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SPLkuhNzocI/AAAAAAAABcw/XEeesLmU1hE/s320/Photo003.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Here's another pikture of us...Gee, I just realised that our coats contrast so brillantly in the sunlight! In any case, I sure h</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ope your week is going great! :) </span></p>Luckie Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-15918921996344097232008-10-01T21:29:00.000+08:002008-10-07T10:12:47.861+08:00Meet Susie Girl<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SOrA3OJ3rpI/AAAAAAAABb4/Np9oR8kyX7Q/s1600-h/Susie2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254223970205937298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SOrA3OJ3rpI/AAAAAAAABb4/Np9oR8kyX7Q/s320/Susie2.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Hello friends,</span> <div><div></div><div><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Remember my last post? Some of you guessed it right - I did not get a bigger play area although it'd be cool to get more space. I'd like to introduce my new sister to everydog & Girl Girl. Say Hi to Susie Girl! :) She's coming to 8 weeks old now and was born on Singapore's birthday - 9th Aug 2008. She's a long hair shaded red mini dachshund like me. Her parents are from Japan and so we expect her to be much smaller boned compared to me (Australia bred). But that's okay, Dad says he likes my size cos I'm nice and sturdy! heh heh... always nice to feel appreciated. Susie looks kinda grouchy in the piktures cos it's the first time she had to endure a photoshoot. The piktures were taken when she was 6 weeks old. </span></div><div><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254223722177554626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SOrAoyLS6MI/AAAAAAAABbo/RMT56N4FuSs/s320/Susie1.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The first night was horrible cos Susie kept whining and whining. That meant I had to keep barking together with her afterall it is very exciting to have company at home. Mom had to drag me to their room to "<em>try to</em>" get some sleep. I was obviously very worried about Susie cos the moment the room door was opened, I'd dash to the kitchen to keep her company. <span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;">(Luckie's Mom - Luckie's really attached to Susie now. She doesn't want to follow us around the house anymore and is contented just staring at Susie through their play pen. She was really rough with Susie initially- kept nudging Susie non stop and doing those scary-sounding play growls. But I think Luckie got a hang of playing with Susie now and it's really heartwarming watching them bond. It makes double the poop and double the pee all worth while IMO.)</span></span></div><br /><div></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Thank dog - she stopped her non-stop whining after the first day. It's mostly peace & quiet. I think I'll get some rest since she's quiet now. *yawn* I guess having a sister isn't that bad afterall. </span></div></div>Luckie Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-57778017323885728072008-09-28T22:11:00.001+08:002008-09-29T15:31:27.385+08:00A regular & maybe not so regular weekend...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hallo Everydog & Girl Girl,<br /><br />It was Singapore's First F1 race last night and boy was it noisy. My hoomans realised there was nothing else to watch on TV except that and ended up watching the race anyway. I was feeling kinda tired and having pre-monday blues so I decided to laze around on my own.</span></div><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It was another regular weekend for me - I had my <em>not so regular</em> walk around the neighbourhood and my regular bath session with Mom. However, there was some <em>not so regular</em> construction going on in my home! Dad was busy putting up new play pen fences beside my current home, Mom was busy washing my old toys....I did my inspection of the works in progress while the hoomans went about doing their chores. I wonder if the hoomans are extending my current play area - ya know, like reconstruction of homes. I could do with a bigger play area....*ponders*</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm not too sure I like what is going on....</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Signed,</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A Very Worried Luckie</span> </p>Luckie Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-64637845584887257212008-09-21T12:10:00.005+08:002008-09-21T12:41:47.205+08:00Happy Barkday Mom!!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hello!!</span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />How's your weekend coming along? Today is Mom's Barkday and they decided to spend the day at home with me. Okay, so maybe I'll forgive them for leaving me at home yesterday while they went out to this secret "place" carrying lotsa stuffs. I am pretty sure both of them cheated on me while they were out at this secret "place" cos they came back smelling of many, many dogs. I assure you I gave them a thorough sniff all over and nothing escapes my nose.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Mom bought me a pink Puppia Harness a couple of months back but I never got down to modelling it here.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">What do you think? Is Pink my color?? :)</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SNXOchVDcrI/AAAAAAAABbQ/ComGMP4ndWQ/s1600-h/_A196659_1_43.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SNXOchVDcrI/AAAAAAAABbQ/ComGMP4ndWQ/s320/_A196659_1_43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248327930148516530" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I miss going outdoors!! I think my tan's fading...*sighz*</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SNXOcmibdxI/AAAAAAAABbY/xHL7IpjPSm8/s1600-h/_A196721_0_43.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SNXOcmibdxI/AAAAAAAABbY/xHL7IpjPSm8/s320/_A196721_0_43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248327931546793746" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The Puppia Harness has some metal parts that actually rusted over the last few months. :( I have no idea how that happened. Luckily, Dad says he can replace those metal parts.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">In any case, I just wanted to wish Mom a Happy Barkday - you're one year older now! ha ha...I'm going to spend some time with the hoomans before another long work week starts tomorow.</span><br /></div>Luckie Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-13106419113195516442008-09-18T14:56:00.003+08:002008-09-18T15:44:15.497+08:00It's been freaking 5 months?!!<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hello frenz,<br /><br />I can't believe it ~ it's been 5 freaking long months since I last blogged! If you did stop by to see if I'm ok, well....I'm doing fine. My pawrents have been really busy with their work and yadda yadda yadda. I seriously doubt you guys want to know how boring my life has been.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have been occasionally checking out your blogs when I have time and I am glad you guys are having more fun than me. :)<br /></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div align="justify"><br />Last weekend, my pawrents were helping me with my manicure and god knows why they didn't bring me down to the groomers. *cough* <span style="font-size:78%;">cheapskate</span> *cough* Mom was holding on to me while I was having fun licking the peanut butter off her sticky but yummy fingers. Dad had the fun task - clipping my lovely <em>LONG</em> nails. Okay, so I admit I was squirming in Mom's arms but that's her fault cos she didn't hold me tight enuff. And so he goes ahead clipping my nails one and one and then.....he said.."oh S**t!!" I was like what S**t? I don't see any poop around? Anyway, to cut the story short, Mom's shirt was stained with blood from my nail and the entire area (of the living room) had blood droplets splattered all over the clean floor. LOL! Don't worry guys, the bleeding stopped and I'm fine. Mom says thank dog it wasn't her favourite shirt.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div align="justify"><br />In case you are wondering, that clipper even had a safety blocker thingy to ensure that accidents like this don't happen. Do you think we can get a money back guarantee?</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Will try to write soon !!</span></div>Luckie Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-82269297374616951192008-04-14T23:14:00.005+08:002008-04-15T16:32:34.482+08:00Another one bites the dust.....<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dear frenz, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">How's your week coming along so far? Lately, I decided to take some time to do more <em>"enchancements"</em> on my previously opawrated subjects. This is my latest masterpiece! ~VOILA~ :) Good to know I haven't lost my skillful opawration techniques. heh heh</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186895584212482882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R_uODXAG-0I/AAAAAAAABbI/hr691Tfevss/s320/IMG_1761.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mom has been <strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">*upset*</span></strong> with me cos I have not been erm...doing my poop/toilet business accurately on my pee tray. She has no idea why I am so defiant lately. I have a reason for this but I'm not telling okay!! Anyway, after pissing (no pun intended of course!) my mom off, I'll end up being jailed for the next few hours until I show Mom that I can and I know how to pee/poo accurately.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It has been a busy weekend cos Mom's family came over for a visit. Mom's grandpa (yes, he's the one who was hospitalised last year) has not been to my house and I haven't had a chance to meet him yet so Mom decided to organise a gathering at my house. However, some of her relatives (Mom's mother & aunties) are afriad of dogs!??!! Just look at how harmless I am? I can't imagine what's so frightening about me or dogs in general. Hoomans can be so dramatic at times. So Mom had to jail me while the hoomans walk around in my KITCHEN. Unbelieveable I tell ya. The hoomans had the cheek to comment how loudly I bark when they come into the kitchen. Helloooo..that's MY kitchen you are talking about. How dare they walk around and then complain about me barking at them. Sheesh. I did not even get to join in the pawty and feast on the yummy food.</span></div><br /><br /><embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=5576752113588636538&hl=en" flashvars=""> </embed><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Anyway, here's a video of me in action to make up for all that ranting I did earlier. hehe..Have a good week ahead!</span></div>Luckie Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-17274178559932297352008-04-08T14:17:00.005+08:002008-04-08T17:54:44.203+08:00Corn Shank? Corn on Cob?<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hello Everydog & Girl Girl,</span><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I finally got my latest video uploaded and also uploaded some bootiful piktures of myself. You know, I *almost* miss Mom hovering around me with a camera. hahaha..oh wait...maybe not. I have been busy working on my corn. I want to make a corn shank like my friends. But I don't seem to be getting a hang of it. Perhaps I am holding the corn too delicately? Do you see my little pinkie paw (the last one) in the air? </span></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186755009932884786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R_sOM3AG-zI/AAAAAAAABbA/cZOZeEq6y5M/s320/O2023807_1_43.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Gee, it's going to take forever before I remove the yellow ends.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;">*chomp chomp*</span><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186755005637917474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R_sOMnAG-yI/AAAAAAAABa4/9ImNqYgrlaU/s320/O2023752_0_43.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Anyway, I leave you with a video of myself working hard on my corn. Perhaps I should just work on my princess bone and leave the corn shank to the boys. *sighz*</span><br /><br /><embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-4831674166830741897&hl=en" flashvars=""> </embed><br /><br /></p><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Oh yes, Dad is back from his trip. :) He travelled a long long way and he didn't get me anything. Due to some delayed flight schedule, he ended up stopping over in London on his way back to Singapore and got a couple of hours to travel around London. And no, he still didn't get me anything. Sheesh, anyway, I am glad he is back. There is no place like HOME.</span></div>Luckie Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-75948649181308282892008-03-31T12:06:00.002+08:002008-03-31T12:16:56.493+08:00Good Grief! Has it been a month already?<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Hey frenz,</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I can't believe it! I have been out of action for close to <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">ONE</span> freaking month? This has to be my longest break away from blogging. The strange thing was, I just can't seem to get down to blogging. Yes, the hoomans have been really busy with their lives lately. Mom is a grouch cos her work has been very hectic and Dad has been out of town.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"></span></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I haven't even had time to check out your blogs. :( I hope you guys have been doing okay. Did I miss any exciting news? Perhaps you can drop me a comment and update me on what's going on in your universe. </span><br /></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"></span></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Thanks for stopping by to say hi if you have been popping by just to see if I updated. What can I say? I'm a real slacker. :P hehe....</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"></span></div>Luckie Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-41794002796230732602008-03-03T15:33:00.001+08:002008-03-04T14:17:37.622+08:00Smoke Gets in Your Eyes....<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hello frenz,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">The weather has gone all crazy again and it's been pouring for days. The hoomans have been feeling lazy (and they just blame it on the weather) and did not feel like going anywhere. Mom has been spending a lot of time on the compooter setting up <a href="http://www.skype.com/">SKYPE</a> so that she can use it to chat with Dad when he's travelling.</span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I get really excited when I hear/see Dad on Mom's compooter. I will tilt my head from side to side and try to get as close as possible to the compooter screen so that I can lick Dad's face. I wish I could get a video of that to show you but that would mean that Dad's face would be seen all over the internet and we would end up freaking everydog out. So you'll just have to take my word for it.</span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Just wanted to share a pikture taken by Dad recently. He says this looks very arty-farty. Gee, what do I know? I'm just a dog...I don't do <em>art</em>.</span><br /></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173765122507701202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R8zn95Zge9I/AAAAAAAABaw/AwL2N8ioKp4/s320/O1193177_0_11.jpg" border="0" />Luckie Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-45444518372132485192008-02-24T22:20:00.000+08:002008-02-26T11:38:18.863+08:00I'll show you who's BOSS!<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R8OGKC1q_JI/AAAAAAAABag/jDTFdQeQUl0/s1600-h/_2094140_0_00.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171124304270261394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R8OGKC1q_JI/AAAAAAAABag/jDTFdQeQUl0/s320/_2094140_0_00.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hello Everydog & Girl Girl,</span><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It has been a busy week at home cos Dad was involved in the <a href="http://www.singaporeairshow.com.sg/">Singapore Airshow 2008</a>. He came home really late and left the house before the sun was up. It has been really disruptive for me cos we all know I need my beauty sleep. He showed me a couple of piktures of the flying aero-displays but I wasn't too impressed. Those planes look like <strong>BIRDS</strong> to me and I hate <strong>BIRDS</strong>. Perhaps if I have time, I'll show you a couple of piktures too and let you decide if they look like <strong>BIRDS</strong>.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">A couple of weeks ago, Mom & I were chased by mean black swans at the park. Mom ran off screaming her head off but I was undeterred by those nasty swans. I showed them who's boss and thank dog, Dad managed to show you some evidence of me in action. Do you see Mom anywhere near me? I may be small but I know how to protect my hoomans. On the hindside, those swans could have actually <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>*eaten*</strong></span> me up. <strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">*shudders*</span></strong> I just hope my hoomans know how good I am to them protecting them with my life.</span></div><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Last Sunday, my hoomans brought me out for a playdate with a 7 month old boy Black-Tan long hair dachshund. Mom said he's looking for his forever home and asked me to play nice with him. And so I tried.....<strong><span style="color:#ffff33;">*NOT*</span></strong>!! That little fellow (he's a very <em>handsome</em> looking boy actually) was really cheeky and kept trying to smell my butt. I spent more of our playdate sitting on the floor trying to hide from him. He kept taunting me with his squeaky ball but I was not getting off my butt I tell ya. In any case, I hope he finds his forever home soon. Erm...it's not going to my home right Mom??</span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">On a side note, I heard news that Dad will be travelling to Ottawa, Ontario Canada next month for a course. It's going to be a 24-36 hours flight from Singapore and that's only one way. Imagine how long the journey is! Hmm..I wonder what I should be packing for the trip. I heard it's very cold (below zero). Maybe I can visit some of my Canadian friends! (<span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;">Luckie's Mom : I don't think you'll be going with him, Luckie!</span>)</span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I have been having some problems with my camera and piktures uploading with my Macbook so until I figure that out, I'll have to depend on Dad for my piktures and we all know how long he takes to release new piktures. :P</span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span>Luckie Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-63881407726770307112008-02-18T00:10:00.002+08:002008-02-18T12:13:15.041+08:00Things that make you go hmmmm....<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dear frenz,</span><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Firstly, I know you must be wondering if I succeeded with my heart-shaped poop surprise for my hoomans on Valentine's Day. The answer is <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">no</span></strong>. I did not even get a chance to eat anything to make my poop <span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong>PINK</strong></span>. But Dad did send a sweet message to Mom saying that he would be back early for dinner (at home - cos my hoomans never celebrate Valentine's Day at all for the past 11 years they have been together) and he ended his message saying "I love you and Luckie too!" Awwww........ I love you too Dad! MUACK! MUACK! MUACK!</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Last week, <a href="http://justmecopper.blogspot.com/">Copper</a> blogged about some things that make him think. It made me think about things that make me go hmmm too.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">1) Why does Mom always say I leave a lot of hair around the house? I see a lot of her hair on the floor too and you don't hear me complaining do you? Plus, I'm even closer to the ground so I even have to lie down on her mess sometimes.</span></div><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157018017780093554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R5FokGoSUnI/AAAAAAAABZ4/JH5dUvnQAjw/s320/tshirt.jpg" border="0" /></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">2) Watching TV. How can Dad turn into a couch potato and stay there all day long staring at the TV? Pawsonally, I don't watch TV. I can't figure out how they trap those hoomans and animals inside and it freaks me out. How did Dad get so good at his STAY command? Will I also know how to SIT and STAY at one spot for a long time if I watch TV?</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">3) What do hoomans do at work? Do they sleep (yes I know some peepol can sleep with their eyes open) at work? Do they pretend to be busy? Do they surf the internet? Do they just wait for feeding time (I think they call it lunch) and time for them to go home? My question is..do they <em><strong>even</strong></em> work?</span><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157018022075060866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R5FokWoSUoI/AAAAAAAABaA/YTdVclK3yLQ/s320/tshirt1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">4) Why can't I have access to my treat container as and when I feel like it? It's mine so I should have the right to feed myself (okay, so I may need a little help prying open the lid). I don't understand why my pawrents can gorge on their treats and then moan & groan about feeling guilty and fat all the time. I conclude I should be able to indulge myself anytime and then moan & groan about it later on too. PS : I am not fat.</span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157018026370028178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R5FokmoSUpI/AAAAAAAABaI/7Mx5C3irfPY/s320/tshirt2.jpg" border="0" /></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">5) Why do I always need to get my butt wiped and feet cleaned after I finish with my toilet business? I feel pawfectly clean and I am capable of cleaning myself. If I could flush my own pee tray, I would do so. If I had toilet paper to clean myself, I'd use it to make SNOW!!! Wheeeee!! Showers are also over-rated unless they come with a treat each time.</span></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R5FokmoSUqI/AAAAAAAABaQ/7BKaEaTcPng/s1600-h/tshirt3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157018026370028194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R5FokmoSUqI/AAAAAAAABaQ/7BKaEaTcPng/s320/tshirt3.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="justify"></a></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This is like the longest post I have written in months. I need to nap now. Oh, in case you are wondering what have all these piktures got to do with my subject, they don't. I just wanted to post them so you can see how nice I look in my top. :)</p></span>Luckie Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-1563406297115933042008-02-09T23:11:00.000+08:002008-02-11T14:38:56.952+08:00Happy 1st Blog Anniversary!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R4DdXWoSUeI/AAAAAAAABYw/ni9h7LgyYrA/s1600-h/008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152361366993129954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R4DdXWoSUeI/AAAAAAAABYw/ni9h7LgyYrA/s320/008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hello Everydog & Girl Girl,</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Exactly one year ago, I decided to start blogging. Today, I celebrate my First Blog Anniversary with all of you my dear frenz. It has been a really awesome year although I have to admit recently I seem to have developed writer's block. Perhaps cos life has become a familiar but happy routine for me now. I have grown a lot since then don't you think? I don't even remember myself being so teeny (see pikture above) weeny. </span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">The Chinese New Year's celebrations have been fun. I did not get to follow my pawrents while they visited their relatives. But I had lotsa fun lazing around withn my hoomans when they were at home. We did go out to the park though and we were chased by some really <strong><em>MEAN</em></strong> swans. The swans wandered out of the lake and started walking along the path right behind us. Oh dog, they sure had <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">BIG</span></strong> wings. I wasn't afriad of those swans...I showed them who's the boss and chased them back to the lake. bwahahaha.... Dad said he managed to take a pikture of me in action but I highly doubt that cos I reacted so fast that Mom ended up chasing after me instead. :P Even if he did get a pikture, I'd have appeared as a brown furry mass. LOL!!</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Valentine's Day just round the corner. How will you be spending your Valentine's Day? I'm still trying to figure out how to create a heart-shaped poop to give to my pawrents as a token of my love for them. Any suggestions?</span></p>Luckie Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-16467866342656030022008-02-06T08:08:00.000+08:002008-02-06T09:56:35.798+08:00Gong Xi Fa Cai<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R4DduGoSUfI/AAAAAAAABY4/KRG4bYvuMPc/s1600-h/001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152361757835153906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R4DduGoSUfI/AAAAAAAABY4/KRG4bYvuMPc/s320/001.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hey Everydog & Girl Girl,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Today is the eve of Chinese New Year. The hoomans will be going to my grandparents' place for their reunion dinner. Last year, Dad had to travel to Chicago and did not get a chance to celebrate Chinese New Year with everyone at home. This year, he's just as busy at work but he's glad he has a chance to eat, drink and be merry with the rest of the family.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The hoomans get a two days break from work (Thursday & Friday) and I know they are certainly looking forward to this long break. Chinese New Year is a special time of the year for the Chinese. There are a lot of traditions and customs which have been passed down for many generations. Mom will be rushing back after work today to clean up the house so that it'll be nice and clean for me to mess up over the next few days. Mom says sweeping the floor on the very first day of the New Year is forbidden as this signifies that the good fortune & luck will be swept away for the new year.</span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I want to take the time to wish all my frenz Gong Hay Fatt Choy (that's Happy New Year in Cantonese). Have a wonderful Year of the Rat!!</span></div>Luckie Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-79536304410493385292008-01-29T09:38:00.000+08:002008-01-30T10:14:44.038+08:00I'll like to UPSIZE my bed please.....<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hello EveryDog & Girl Girl,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A couple of weeks ago, my hoomans bought me a nice red fluffy bed but Dad insisted that it was too short for me or rather I was too long for the bed. However, Mom was in denial and said it was fine since I spend most of my time curled up in bed so the length of the bed is not an issue. If you ask me, I'd say she's just being a stingy poker and doesn't want to spend money on me so that she can do more <em><span style="color:#ff6666;">shopping</span></em>.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But as you guys know, I have been bonding with Dad a lot lately. He decided to surprise me (& Mom) with a new (BIGGER) bed.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157015780102132290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R5Fmh2oSUkI/AAAAAAAABZg/t2hJbVC1ocQ/s320/bed.jpg" border="0" /></p><div align="justify">Now that my bed is bigger & wider, I can bring all my toys to bed. Okay, maybe not all my toys, else I won't have any place to sleep at all. hehe...</div><br /><div align="justify"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157015780102132306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R5Fmh2oSUlI/AAAAAAAABZo/35Z3g1IHgzY/s320/bed2.jpg" border="0" />I am very pleased with my new bed and this is my "Be Gone You Stoopid Woman" look cos I couldn't stand Mom going trigger happy with her camera just because of a new bed.</div><br /><div align="justify"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157015784397099618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R5FmiGoSUmI/AAAAAAAABZw/gPUwn29PQLo/s320/bed3.jpg" border="0" />Here's a video of me enjoying my new bed. It's nothing exciting but I just decided to upload it cos I know you guys miss watching videos of me. </span><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dybdgUc9lTj4HcA7UqJFEJ6rqP45WbznedsZxPvKgoAQpnhB3V5-KuxxFYVpKNUUfIyxLrqrwF4eBM' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mom has been really busy at work so that means I don't get a chance to use the compooter as often as I'd like to recently. :( So please bear with me if I'm a bit slow with my updates. </span></div>Luckie Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-13806483097142540572008-01-25T09:20:00.000+08:002008-01-25T15:51:50.243+08:00Run Baby Run...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R4Dd3GoSUgI/AAAAAAAABZA/UekMDykiZxs/s1600-h/002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152361912453976578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R4Dd3GoSUgI/AAAAAAAABZA/UekMDykiZxs/s320/002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hey Everydog & Girl Girl,</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I am so glad the weekend is here again!! I can't wait to get out into the sun and RUN RUN RUN! :) I know I may have short legs but don't underestimate me...I can still run pretty fast. Here's a pikture of me running towards my Dad. He had that terrified look on his face cos he was worried I'd <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">POUNCE</span></strong> on him and make him drop his precious camera. <span style="color:#ffff33;">*sniggle sniggle*</span></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I haven't been doing much lately so I have no new stories to share. I think I'm having a major writer's block. I hope you are having way more fun than I am right now.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Have yourself a wonderful weekend!!</span></p>Luckie Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-42520688932593615782008-01-21T23:21:00.000+08:002008-01-22T17:41:38.631+08:00Random Piktures Madness<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hello frenz,</span><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I just wanted to share with you this really cool pikture taken by Dad recently. We were at the park and saw this huge web made by this spider. Mom said it was "gross". I think gross is good! :) I wonder how many days did the spider take to spin such a big web?</span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152360525179539890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R4DcmWoSUbI/AAAAAAAABYY/U7k36DeclKQ/s320/005.jpg" border="0" /></span><br /><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I also wonder if this was the spider that bit Peter Parker and made him <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spider-Man">Spiderman</a>. I have always wanted to have a pet of my own so I told Mom that we should bring Mr Spider home! She pretended (<em><span style="color:#ffff00;">I think?</span></em>) not to hear me. How could anyone or anydog not hear me when I speak? You know how loud my bark is right? However, when we went back to the park the following week, Mr Spider was no longer there. I think the heavy rain may have washed away all his hard work. :(</span></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152360529474507202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R4DcmmoSUcI/AAAAAAAABYg/aisYQnhJoI0/s320/006.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We also came across a this really shy lizard. Don't you think Mr Lizard looks like he's riding on a bike? He seems to be holding onto the handle bars. haha... I tried asking Mom once again if I could bring Mr Lizard home too as a pet. I guess she has some hearing problem....she can't seem to hear me when I ask her "sensitive" questions. Must be the volume of music coming from her IPod or I dunno what nots.</span></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152360520884572578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R4DcmGoSUaI/AAAAAAAABYQ/BQxyobNckQY/s320/003.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I hope your weekend has been fun. I went for a manicure to get my nails done for Chinese New Year on Saturday. That wasn't too exciting. On Sunday, I brought my hoomans to the park for their weekly walks. Oh wait, that sounded a bit wrong. My hoomans brought me for my weekly walk at the park...and it poured really heavily. We were caught in the rain and Mom quickly stuffed me into my bag so that she could keep me dry while the hoomans walked as fast as they could (trust me, it wasn't too fast at all if I still ended up a tad bit wet!) to get to the shelter. It sure was fun watching them get wet. :P</span></p>Luckie Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-74039842461046846862008-01-16T08:45:00.000+08:002008-01-17T10:03:29.579+08:00Santa Dog & Me<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hello my frenz,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have taken your advice and been questioning my hoomans non stop about <em>the other dog</em>. However, they are not revealing anything at this moment. I shall persevere on because I believe they will eventually break down under pressure.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">For the past few weeks, I have been busy pawforming my 1st opawration of 2008 on Mr Santa Dog. This is a highly delicate opawration as Mr Santa Dog looks so festive and happy, I really need to break him gently and tenderly.</span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R3i7gGoSUXI/AAAAAAAABX4/FCforcRUcPA/s1600-h/dog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150072334107955570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R3i7gGoSUXI/AAAAAAAABX4/FCforcRUcPA/s320/dog.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Don't be deceived by this pikture okay? I was still being really gentle with him. hehe</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="justify"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R3i7gWoSUYI/AAAAAAAABYA/0NubyCc4nok/s1600-h/dog1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150072338402922882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R3i7gWoSUYI/AAAAAAAABYA/0NubyCc4nok/s320/dog1.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Doesn't Mr Santa Dog look jolly with his green scarf? To tell you the truth, he looks quite different right now. I just thought it wasn't quite appropriate for him to wear a scarf in Sunny Singapore and kindly removed it for him. Yes, yes...I know you guys must be saying what a thoughtful girl I am right? With the weather in Singapore, he may just end up getting heat stroke wearing a scarf. LOL! I am in the mist of removing his hat too afterall Christmas is over....I'm sure he no longer needs the Santa Hat. :P</span></p><p align="justify"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R3i7gWoSUZI/AAAAAAAABYI/pNLXxFYhAzI/s1600-h/dog2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150072338402922898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R3i7gWoSUZI/AAAAAAAABYI/pNLXxFYhAzI/s320/dog2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Luckie & Santa Dog</span><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzo8eIxn7ig4TIC45Np3iedmPVRAi9fpHJHf9Df31pQoQgXItKSrn1oNtM-0hBGq8d5MrjnJaHSc68' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have been trying to get a shot of Mr Santa Dog after his opawration but he seems really shy. I wonder why!</span></p>Luckie Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-54635173076247204942008-01-14T10:11:00.000+08:002008-01-14T11:01:35.287+08:00Indoor Gym<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hello Everydog & Girl Girl,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I went to the park again yesterday. Thank dog, there was no mean little girls calling me meanie names. I had a good walk and basically a pretty decent weekend. I guess Mom's probably feeling guilty for cheating on me cos the hoomans went out for dinner on Saturday night and Mom came back smelling of another DOG! I sniffed and sniffed...seriously, if she wanted to cheat on me, she should have done a better job removing all discriminating evidence. I found cream colored hair on her clothes. Mom finally said they went to see a long haired cream dachsie girl pup. For WHAT??????!!!! *<span style="color:#ffcc33;">panic mode</span>* Then she said, it was time for my dinner. Food is always good....hey wait, she didn't answer my earlier question! You can be sure I will be watching my hoomans very closely over the next few weeks for any suspicious actions or movements. Hmm....</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></div></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">How do you get a good workout when you are stuck at home and don't get to go out for walks? I present to you the magic red dot! Follow the dot and trust me, you'll be getting an excellent workout. :)</div></span><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwcTBSCNnn9r8_iTEpBRSXP_Vux82usDLBSquSMSPEP5aBAAcZx3UkL5rgbrnYCpcBhCf25MR4zdQM' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Luckie Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-4378242027829087452008-01-09T09:12:00.000+08:002008-01-09T09:54:44.042+08:00Sorry to rant but do I look like a banana to you?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R4DeGGoSUhI/AAAAAAAABZI/b_VXfN9asd4/s1600-h/004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152362170152014354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R4DeGGoSUhI/AAAAAAAABZI/b_VXfN9asd4/s320/004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;">Pikture taken by Dad of course!</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hello Everydog & Girl Girl,</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Last weekend, my hoomans decided to bring me out for a leisurely walk on Sunday morning. You see, the weather in Singapore has been really strange lately. It can be bright and sunny in the morning, but by noon time, the skies start to get dark and before you can say Oh my DOGness *coupled with a surprised look*, it starts to pour cats & dogs (heh heh..no pun intended).</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Anyhoo, I was totally enjoying my walk at the park cos it's been a while since I had a chance to go there. So I met a couple of other dogs...so I barked and growled (I even tried to lunge at them), but I was a good girl. No no, I was just being friendly and did not bite!! It's not my fault if my hoomans don't bring me out as often as I like so I just want to meet as many new friends as possible.</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Then along came a family with a little girl who exclaimed really loudly to her parents when they finished admiring my long elegant body "Oh Mummy! Look! It's a <span style="color:#ffff33;"><strong>BANANA</strong></span> dog! She's as long as a <strong><span style="color:#ffff33;">BANANA</span></strong>!" Now, I have been called many things...sausage dog, weiner dog..but seriously? <strong><span style="color:#ffff33;">BANANA</span></strong>? Tell me, do I look like one to you?</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Signed,</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"><em>A Very Sad Luckie - I am not a banana.</em></span></p>Luckie Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-70157885907721708112008-01-07T20:21:00.000+08:002008-01-07T09:36:06.675+08:00Here's a flower from me to you...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R4Dc-WoSUdI/AAAAAAAABYo/hzRXChh6rHE/s1600-h/007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152360937496400338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R4Dc-WoSUdI/AAAAAAAABYo/hzRXChh6rHE/s320/007.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hey frenz,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It's another gloomy monday alone at home. The hoomans have gone back to work reluctantly grumbling that it's going to be a busy month at work ahead for both of them. The next public holiday coming up would be the Chinese Lunar New Year and that falls on 7th Feb which is exactly a month to go. Next month, I will also be celebrating my 1st year anniversary for my little old bloggie too! </span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Here's a pikture of a gorgeous looking flower (thanks to Dad of course) to cheer your Monday Blues away. I hope you have a awesome week ahead. :)</span></div>Luckie Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-40998628380666020292008-01-04T15:12:00.000+08:002008-01-04T15:16:17.380+08:00I know Xmas is over but.....<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hello Everydog & Girl Girl,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I know I know...Xmas 2007 is long gone but I never had a chance to share what I received from my friends yet. In fact, by the time I blog about this, some of the gifts have already been opawrated by me. hehe</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This is a star cookie from </span><a href="http://huskeeboy.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Huskee Oppa</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. It was very delicious and basically, I finished it within a few days cos Mom said it should be eaten while it was still "fresh". For once, that woman actually made use of her seldom used brain and made a very wise decision. I also received a card from handsome </span><a href="http://www.sammie-s.com/boo"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Boo & Moo Moo</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.</span></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150067485089878370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R3i3F2oSUWI/AAAAAAAABXw/5D-jy3wh4X4/s320/huskeeboo.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="justify"><a href="http://boynbaby.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Boy & Baby</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> also gave me some yummy treats. :) Thanks guys!! I liked your Christmoose card a lot.</span></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150067476499943730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R3i3FWoSUTI/AAAAAAAABXY/45tjO9iIzc0/s320/baby.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hmm..I wonder what's inside Santa's bag?</span></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150067480794911042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R3i3FmoSUUI/AAAAAAAABXg/a4K8ZpJMK1Y/s320/bag.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hamsterrific pressies from </span><a href="http://fubearbear.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Girl Girl</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">!! She gave me a Santa Dog & a rope flower toy! My my..she sure has good taste cos those toys are from my favourite brand - Zanies. She also enclosed a very cute looking dachsie on her xmas card.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Can you find </span><a href="http://fubearbear.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Girl Girl</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> in the pikture? She's all dressed up in her santa hat!</span></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150067480794911058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R3i3FmoSUVI/AAAAAAAABXo/MimU6wUjFjg/s320/girl+girl.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mom also got some really cool gifts from Eil & Huskee's Maid (she should thank me cos I was the one who introduced them to her). Eil gave Mom a tub of yummylicious cream and Mom received a mug with dachsies prints all over from Huskee's Maid. She says she will be using the pressies for sure. She received also something from the both of them which made her really happy. She doesn't want to tell me what it is...grrr.. I must get to the bottom of this!</span></p>Luckie Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-90050943687521144102008-01-02T15:23:00.000+08:002008-01-02T16:37:38.556+08:00I'm back!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hey buddies,</span><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Missed me a lot didn't ya? Tell me, how did you spend your New Year's eve? Did you have a wild pawty while your hoomans head out for their own wild pawties? Well, my hoomans (being such losers with no frenz) headed off to bed at around <strong>11.30pm</strong> on New Year's eve. (<em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;">Luckie's Mom - I wasn't feeling too well okay? I don't usually sleep that early!!</span></em>) Nice try Mom, who cares if you sleep early or late? In any case, that means they'll also switch off the lights and force me to sleep that early too. Thus, making me a loser too. :(</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Anyhoo, at the stroke of midnight, the skies started to boom and made those loud <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">farting</span></strong> (oops, I can use the word fart here right?) noises. Flashes of bright lights were all over the night sky. I kept barking and barking! This was totally so exciting!! As expected, my hoomans woke up and had to pacify me thus missing out on the fireworks display which could be seen from my windows. haha...what a way to usher in 2008. At precisely, 12.08am, it was all quiet and the hoomans headed back to bed. The End. Yeah, that's the story of how my family ushers in the New Year.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Told ya we lead a really exciting life. :)</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I wanted to share with everydog & Girl Girl some of my Xmas gifts. This was what my Mom gave me. Isn't she the sweeterest? A kitchen roll! Did you see the way I rip it apart and then spat out the paper? Oh, the hoomans bought me a new bed if you noticed. It's apparently <strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">*too small*</span></strong> for my long body so Dad says he's going to get me another one. I wuv you Dad!!! PS : I have been bonding a lot of Dad while he watches TV on the couch. I have this special place on his tummy. I think Mom's jealous. heh heh<br /></span><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx-SMWcMp4j4k5Y2sAAcqy55gRnhEN3f2mfkhf1iqQmWaxaITXZFYAwEsu7IWgG1Hh7RXgFMt7DtF4' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Luckie Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-6230520170344930872007-12-31T11:16:00.000+08:002007-12-31T11:24:26.196+08:00Goodbye 2007...Hello 2008!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hello Everydog & Girl Girl,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I am still alive and kicking. I realised that it has been close to 2 weeks since I last blogged. <span style="color:#ffff33;"><strong>*yikes*</strong></span> Christmas went past really fast and yes, I had lotsa pressies. I did not get to attend any pawty at all. :( However, I was able to spend quality time with my hoomans. That means more to me than any pressies in the world! I'd like to take the chance to thank everydog who had sent us lovely cards and well wishes. Thank you so very much for everything - being such great friends. </span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Excuse me while I continue with my celebration to usher in the new year (2008!!!!). I promise to be back in 2008 bigger & better! <strong><span style="color:#ff6666;">*wink*</span></strong> 2007 has been a year with lotsa ups and downs for my family. I am looking foward to 2008 because we should always look forward and not live in the past. I wish everydog & Girl Girl (together with your hoomans) a very <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;">HAPPY NEW YEAR</span></strong>! I shall see you guys next year. </span></div>Luckie Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273noreply@blogger.com20