So we went to a petshop and there were red shirts, pink shirts, girly girl shirt, even dresses and we saw a bumblebee outfit dat we wanted to put on pochi so much. it has wingssss !!!! and a hoodie !!!
*focus chi, focus*
So... we came across this dark green shirt...
Perfect... coz we need to apply betadine (iodine solution) and a special creme from the vet, twice a day, so any stain won't really show.
Grandmomo had to modify the shirt a bit
so chika didn't have to put the shirt on from her neck....
grandmomo added velcro strips
So Miss Usmy can be comfy with the shirt.
wait ??? usmy ?? who's usmy ? (read: oos-mee)
Well.. the dark green shirt has U.S Army written on it....so when grandmomo modified the shirt, all that's left is Usmy hoho
the vet adviced us not to bring her home just yet....
pic were taken with fotophone... hence the blurry pic....
chika had an e-collar on. hohohoho
chika : chichi, dat's so not funny
Chika was soooooo happy to see us *chichi n grandmomo*
we had to tell her to calm down and not jump up n down so much.
btw, grandmomo is grandmamma in short
poch : how's dat shorter ? difference is only 1 letter
but we felt really bad when we had to leave her behind....
poch : i bet you didn't feel bad about leaving me behind at home huh ? *munch munch*
I wanted to come and visit chika too.
So, will post photos of chika-at-home tomorrow :D
and you can still love your dogs :)
A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan took out a $7000 full page ad in the paper to present the following essay to the people of his community:
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad,"
you’d shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?"- But then you’d relent and roll me over for a bellyrub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.
We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife is not a "dog person" –still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.
Then the human Babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time Banished to another room, or to a dog crate.
Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of Love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch–because your touch was now so infrequent –and I would’ve Defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of Your car in the driveway.
There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me.
These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You’ve made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son’s fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don’t let them take my Dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all Life.
You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind-that this was all a bad dream…or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.
I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her.
The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I’m so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn’t be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself–a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.
And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" Was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of You and wait for you forever. May everyone in your Life continue to show you so much loyalty.
A Note from the Author: If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American & Canadian animal shelters. Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a noncommercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice.
Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay and neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.
written by : Jim Willis. 2001
chi was very annoyed today...
poch : chi chi, dat's a strong word
chi : *frowns*
poch : so chi had to go to the bank today.. there was only 5 people in line, but it took foreverrrrrrrrrrrrrr................... so chi was really really annoyed....
afterwards she wanted to get ice cream.....*chi... r u 5?*...... and there was traffic jam going there , so she decided to just go home..... *wantz cold ice creammm*
so basically.... all frown frown & pout pout when I saw her....
but when she saw me.... she was all huggy huggy and forgot about everything dat happened earlier.
So...Yes it's official.... pronch ball is chi's therapy ball.
i though she was going to squeeze me.... i'm not a real ball, chi !!
poch : So chi... does this means I get more treats ?
where's my pic chi ? r u gonna post my pic now ?
chi : shoosh pronch... comereee..... *hugzzz* :)
ninja puppy shih tzu signing off *paw puff*
forgive me chi chi, i'm not wat you ting ai am
ninja puppy shih tzu signing off *paw puff*
poch : chi chi...since your name is chi chi foodsource mm...
let's make it chi chi pronchie foodsource
i'm going to name your sister :
princess sista achoo choo choo pronchie foodsource
here are the list of aliases that you should know of :
alias # 1 : sista
alias # 2 : choo choo
alias # 3 : princess
chi : why ? huh ? Hey !!!
why does she get to be called princess ?
poch : just becoz
chi : just becoz wot ?
poch : just becoz u're stingy and she's not :P
chi : what table ? dat's my red sandal
poch : here... i can train with this like this....
poch : just sniffing
poch : what ?
poch : umm... i'm "FART training" , Remember ? it's part of my ninja training regime.
chi : well, umm... too, but no... no.... leggo poch
poch : *pouts*
everytime poch sneaks into granmamma's room
she'll hop on the scale
Chi's been quite busy these days,
and she hasn't given me a showa in like....
well she gave me showa 2 weeks ago :(
but before that... i think it was a month... woohoooo
chi : poch, u stink !
poch : I so do not stink, u're being a drama queen today, chi !
who only showers once a day ?
chi : umm.... err.... who ?
poch : speechless ey ?
about the non showa n non brushing mai precious silky dog hair....
it's all tangled upppp....and chi has to cut some of them off.....
and I have some bald spots now :(
vatt ??? u dare ask for a photo ?
no no no .... i shall not reveal my baldspots...
thankfully because of my long and thick silky hair ,
the bald spots are safely hidden to the untrained eyes...
I'm still as gorgeous as ever
HUA HA HA HA HAH HA *evil laugh*
chi : pronch, stop scaring the readers
poch : hey u... it's ur fault u know
chi : heyy... u always giving me a hard time when I brush your hair,
you still have some hair tangled up on ur front legs....
lemme cut them off
poch : mai front legs ?
chi : nooo.... the tangless
poch : only if u can catch me :P *runs away*
wata = water
showa = shower
Hic hic hiccup i like to hiccup, n chi give me wata.
She wonders if I'm makin it up just to get her to get me wata.
get it ? *winks*
I know now how to pee in bathroom, on command.
chi seems vewwy happy bout it.
I still poo whereever, but I always save some to pee n poo in chi's room.
chi : hey pronch, u peed on a rug yesterday.... why ? why ?? why ??
poch : oh stop overreacting chi.... it's just wata
besides, it's the side effects of hiccup-ing
Owkayy... so chi's been busy with lil sis' wedding....
I understand dat
But Chi !!! It's been a month already....
u're gonna start updating mi blog again ?
okayy... I forgive u...
So... here's a souvenir from the big day...
*chi... next pic better be my pic, owkay*
Look at her hairr....
Chi calls it Giant Brain....
and I agweee....
hmm.. why do I have strong urge to mess GranMamma's hair ??
Chi says it's my Evil Ninja Instinct which I must supress in order to achieve the Supreme Power.
I just look at her funny , pee a lil bit and walk away.
Chi's been calling me Boli Boli for quite some time now....
Why chi ? why ?
She sez becoz I curl up like a ball so she calls me pronchball.
and pronchball becomes pronchy-bally
And pronchy-bally becomes bally bally aka Boli Boli
So it's Boli Boli everyday now.... *annoyed*
Then Chi saw this Japanese Name Game at Simba's blog
A-ka.. B-tu.. C-mi.. D-te.. E-ku.. F-lu.. G-ji.. H-ri.. I-ki.. J-zu.. K-me.. L-ta.. M-rin.. N-to.. O-mo.. P-no.. Q-ke.. R-shi.. S-ari.. T-chi.. U-do.. V-ru.. W-mei.. X-na.. Y-fu.. Z-zi
So... she figures out my name,
although my name is already kinda japanesey
she insisted , oh well....
it turns out dat my name is Nomomiriki Nomoshimotomiriki
No mo treats ?
No mo chew chew ?
I think I'll stick with Boli Boli for now...
PS. Chi, plish start posting my pics again owkay ?
or I shall attempt to escape
*highly influenced by signor scofield from prison break*
Boli Boli aka Pochi Poronchi
chi chi : No pronch pronch, you shan't run away from home, If u did, who's gonna feed ur fat wobbly tummy ?
poch : Don't mock me chi chi, or I shall strategically plant pee-bomb and poo-bomb in various discrete locations in your room.
chi chi : Are you threatening me pronch ?
poch : A woo woo woo woo....
chi chi : Oh pronch, u're my own lil bundle of meanie meanie miney mo *hugz*
and chi chi would have to run and run and run after her to try and grab back those stuff from her jaw. *wipes sweat*
So clever chi chi comes up with a solution.
noo... the solution is not being organized and start putting things away in order, that would be insane :P
So chi chi lures unsuspecting ninja puppy aka pronchball with strategically placed baits aka unused sandals.
when the unsuspecting ninja aka poch approaches the bait, chi chi carefully observes, and just when ninja puppy grabs the bait, chi chi suddenly appears from her discreet stakeout location, this is when poch starts to frantically run away, and chi chi smiles cunningly and starts to run run run in exercise-workout-i'm-gonna-have-a-6-pack mode. Ha !!
what do you know.... you can trick even a sneaky ninja puppy to your advantage.
It's not Airborne
Neither one of the two canines, ie. Chika & poch, is contaminated with Evil Mutant Rat
None of them, *me and housekeeper included* has turned into a Mutant.
Their eyes turned green for a short while (hence the photo evident) , which has me worried, but it turned out to be just greed.
but I strongly suspect that Poch is a Mutant in Disguise
poch : I am Ninjaaaa !!! ... Ninjaaaaaa !!!!
Chika had an encounter with a RAT today !!!!
Remember Chika ?
aka pupu, pupu purumpu, purum, chirinka phirinka
bad breath still lingers with dat one , but less farting now.
the RAT was in our frontyard and somehow it was kinda slow
and it befriended Chika, Nooo nooo... dat wasn't what happened
Chika was kinda confused and excited at the same time
approaching the non moving RAT
(yes it was alive !!)
and trying to pat the RAT's head with her paw and licks the RAT.
CHIKAAA !!!! Did you just lick the RATTT ??
YUCKKKKKK !!!!!! dat's so DISGUSTING PUPU !!!!!!!!!!!!
huh ?, what sista ? I saw wrong ? no licking involved in the incident ? ok, copy dat *phew*
and somehow the RAT leaps leaps trying to escape and hides under the car.
and GUESS WHAT ???
Chika followed it !!!!!!!
And I'm frantically calling out chika's name so dat she could move away from the RAT
They're full of germs and all things yucky.
But there were a moment under the car where they were both sitting close by and just looking at each other, with the RAT's eyes so big and cute,
and I was like, DANGGGG WHERE'S MY CAMERA !!!!!!!!
here mousey mouse ....
but then I got back to reality and start yelling Chika's name again
Even tried to splash a bucket of water at them, (well, more like thinking of throwing the bucket along with the water towards them) But somehow when Chika heard the splashing and dragging of bucket, she approached me, happily, *talk about weirds and whys*. And so I snatched her and brought her inside the house.
Wipe her mouth and paws with Dettol + water solutions and put her into QUARANTINE
yesss QUARANTINE !!!!
And somehow housekeeper manages to catch the RAT
it involves brooms and loud voices, but wasn't as frantic as I expected, the RAT was kinda tired I guess.
So... finally PEACE is restored !!
Thank you Housekeeper !
This is photo evident of a possibly contaminated Chikapoo by Evil Mutant Rat.
Subject is in Quarantine.
and wat's dat on the left side ?
you've got poch too ??!!!!
Since an early age, poch has mastered the skill of climbing up n down the stairs at lightning speed !
*tumbling down is only icing on the cake, poch says*
chi chi : " am so proud of u poch " *hugz*
groupies : Brava Poch !!
Quel talent ! t'es une tres douee ninja !
poch : " yas chi chi, i know " *hugz back*
" and groupies.... , venez-vous, je vous donne des grands bisous ! " *sluurrp*