<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949</id><updated>2011-11-28T09:00:13.513+08:00</updated><category term='pawty'/><category term='outing'/><category term='play'/><category term='vet'/><title type='text'>.::.Chinook the Mini Dachshund.::.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-3039169214068042914</id><published>2009-07-08T20:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T01:03:28.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;{ Adventure!  }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SlSWOhpIKwI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/CpIScemJlf8/s1600-h/IMG_5758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SlSWOhpIKwI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/CpIScemJlf8/s400/IMG_5758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Mummy brought me out one Sunday afternoon.  I was wondering...where??!!  As usual I was enjoying my car ride, looking at cars fly by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SlSWO3qJiyI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/ngV0pYprKGA/s1600-h/IMG_5768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SlSWO3qJiyI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/ngV0pYprKGA/s400/IMG_5768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally reached Botanic Gardens!  It was quite embarassing while we were in the carpark getting out of the car.  Well, I've this fear of all things with wheels and makes noise.  When I got out of the car, the car beside us suddenly BARKED into life!!  It scared the hell out of me and I ran ride below the car to hide, with my head sticking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily Mummy was too busy trying to get me out quickly and did not manage to snap a picture with my small head sticking out from below the car.  *phew.  The owners of the other car were waiting for us to move since we were blocking their way.  Thank dog, the day went well after that and we had fun strolling the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SlSWPP3UeZI/AAAAAAAAA4g/Woy0ZeaMMBk/s1600-h/IMG_5774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SlSWPP3UeZI/AAAAAAAAA4g/Woy0ZeaMMBk/s400/IMG_5774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of some kids picnicking under the beautiful shelter by the lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SlSecCGOYRI/AAAAAAAAA4w/sAcHAC-pTRM/s1600-h/2009_06_28.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SlSWPaxIJ3I/AAAAAAAAA4o/9NMrAHRoXv0/s1600-h/IMG_5793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SlSWPaxIJ3I/AAAAAAAAA4o/9NMrAHRoXv0/s400/IMG_5793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SlS54_yStuI/AAAAAAAAA5g/tqN9OqN6usA/s1600-h/IMG_5848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SlS54_yStuI/AAAAAAAAA5g/tqN9OqN6usA/s400/IMG_5848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356110245696550626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is me!  It was a hot day and my tongue didn't find its way back to my mouth at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SlS54WgetuI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/KlNDbvFmZjE/s1600-h/IMG_5814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SlS54WgetuI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/KlNDbvFmZjE/s400/IMG_5814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356110234615985890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stopped to have a rest and a water break.  Hee.  I was too excited to drink much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SlS77RxGflI/AAAAAAAAA5w/V9k9Vth9QYk/s1600-h/IMG_5859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SlS77RxGflI/AAAAAAAAA5w/V9k9Vth9QYk/s400/IMG_5859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356112483906387538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After some distance, we passed by the snack bar and had another break while Mummy went to get some cold drinks.  The weather is ridiculously hot these days, it's like living in an oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.   Actually, I was scared.  There were so many people around and I felt safer hiding behind daddy's leg, under the bench with my head peeking out to look out for Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SlS77CIis3I/AAAAAAAAA5o/DQwzztJHEic/s1600-h/IMG_5856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SlS77CIis3I/AAAAAAAAA5o/DQwzztJHEic/s400/IMG_5856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356112479709737842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We sat at the bench outside the orchid garden.  But there's an entrance fee for the garden and I'm not sure if I'm allowed in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SlTNDaJgrCI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/LR1iag7g4xc/s1600-h/IMG_5876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SlTNDaJgrCI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/LR1iag7g4xc/s400/IMG_5876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356131315292875810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was almost 3pm when the hoomans sat down and have their lunch.  It's cool here!  Many hoomans eat with their dogs below the table.  Most restaurants here don't allow pets AT ALL.  Quite a few doggies wanted to make friends with me, but I was simply too shy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SlTNDp8V9FI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Q5nrQiAbPe4/s1600-h/IMG_5888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SlTNDp8V9FI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Q5nrQiAbPe4/s400/IMG_5888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356131319532614738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the weird pizza Mummy ordered.  And daddy exclaimed "Why the pizza look like that?!" when the manager served us.  So embarassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SlSecCGOYRI/AAAAAAAAA4w/sAcHAC-pTRM/s1600-h/2009_06_28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SlSecCGOYRI/AAAAAAAAA4w/sAcHAC-pTRM/s400/2009_06_28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356080061286867218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mummy had a field day taking picturs of me.  *sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SlTOI2z6GZI/AAAAAAAAA7o/vGyosCFHiu8/s1600-h/IMG_5890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SlTOI2z6GZI/AAAAAAAAA7o/vGyosCFHiu8/s400/IMG_5890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356132508397869458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It got cloudy like it was going to rain, and we walked back to the car.  On the way back, we saw this big grass field with many people lazing around.  There was even a big dog rolling on the grass with a few kids!  Ahh too bad we didn't get bring our mats.  I'll be back for a picnic here for sure!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SlTOJEZTUUI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Lb6xsMH2iYI/s1600-h/IMG_5906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SlTOJEZTUUI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Lb6xsMH2iYI/s400/IMG_5906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356132512044372290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the parting shot.  I thought it looked beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-3039169214068042914?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/3039169214068042914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=3039169214068042914' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/3039169214068042914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/3039169214068042914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2009/07/adventure-daddy-and-mummy-brought-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SlSWOhpIKwI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/CpIScemJlf8/s72-c/IMG_5758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-3205961093863370996</id><published>2009-03-22T01:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:52:53.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{  Tongues Out  }&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been awhile, but things are still very much the same.  Mummy is still busy, working and studying.  Daddy is busy studying and building his racing car for the May competition in U.S.A.  Luckily, there still spend time to play with me and I'm still the happy little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seldom stick my tongue out much, unless Daddy plays with me and get me very excited, while Mummy happily snap my happy moments.  I don't like the flash, but I've to admit that it's nice looking at these pretty pictures (of me!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/ScUil3aeN0I/AAAAAAAAA3g/jxKZbdLjBBo/s1600-h/IMG_2957.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/ScUil3aeN0I/AAAAAAAAA3g/jxKZbdLjBBo/s400/IMG_2957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I looked this happy!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/ScUil-pugCI/AAAAAAAAA3o/OeO7t_j9dmM/s1600-h/IMG_2966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/ScUil-pugCI/AAAAAAAAA3o/OeO7t_j9dmM/s400/IMG_2966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times I was too tired and had to rest for abit.  But still, I'm happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/ScUimHlEHEI/AAAAAAAAA3w/MDzAQy6vSP4/s1600-h/IMG_2969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/ScUimHlEHEI/AAAAAAAAA3w/MDzAQy6vSP4/s400/IMG_2969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what I was looking at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/ScUimaUmKQI/AAAAAAAAA34/Ryyw4SXJ634/s1600-h/IMG_2981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/ScUimaUmKQI/AAAAAAAAA34/Ryyw4SXJ634/s400/IMG_2981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole Daddy's sock and bit a hole in it.  It is now my favourite new toy.  Even Daddy loves playing with me using the sock, because it's elastic and we play tug-of-war.  Of course, I always win.  Look at how much strength I'm using!  The trick is to lean back and pull hard using all your weight and strength while making sure that you bite the sock really tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep with these socks these days.  Daddy thinks his sock is a better toy than those rope toys which don't last (I bite them up really fast).  He says he's going to bring all his old socks here so I can play with them!!  *yayyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get your hoomans to give you their old socks to play too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-3205961093863370996?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/3205961093863370996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=3205961093863370996' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/3205961093863370996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/3205961093863370996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2009/03/tongues-out-it-has-been-awhile-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/ScUil3aeN0I/AAAAAAAAA3g/jxKZbdLjBBo/s72-c/IMG_2957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-2664478513750825104</id><published>2009-02-12T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:48:01.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{ DSLR  }&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you noticed, the previous pictures seem to be somewhat clearer.  It's because Mummy got an SLR for her birthday.  And poor me, I've become the guinea dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SZRErzfi1zI/AAAAAAAAA2w/4aZlz9ulTG8/s1600-h/IMG_2381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SZRErzfi1zI/AAAAAAAAA2w/4aZlz9ulTG8/s400/IMG_2381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, pictures again??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SZREr5TJhcI/AAAAAAAAA24/d9lRt_bzvK8/s1600-h/IMG_2384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SZREr5TJhcI/AAAAAAAAA24/d9lRt_bzvK8/s400/IMG_2384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me strike a seductive pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SZREsMrKFJI/AAAAAAAAA3A/IFRIUsvI8-g/s1600-h/IMG_2389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SZREsMrKFJI/AAAAAAAAA3A/IFRIUsvI8-g/s400/IMG_2389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, still not enough?  I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SZREsBQqosI/AAAAAAAAA3I/M4YfG57hkLo/s1600-h/IMG_2396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SZREsBQqosI/AAAAAAAAA3I/M4YfG57hkLo/s400/IMG_2396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my torn and tattered rope toy behind me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these photo shots are never-ending. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-2664478513750825104?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/2664478513750825104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=2664478513750825104' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/2664478513750825104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/2664478513750825104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2009/02/dslr-if-you-noticed-previous-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SZRErzfi1zI/AAAAAAAAA2w/4aZlz9ulTG8/s72-c/IMG_2381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-5233812933867247931</id><published>2009-02-10T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:11:42.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;{ Recent Adventures  }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy has been really busy since she started working and studying part-time at night.  I still do get some company everyday, but there's simply not enough time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SZBVvQzOJcI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Vom9Jx7PZCo/s1600-h/IMG_2349.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SZBVvQzOJcI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Vom9Jx7PZCo/s400/IMG_2349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently there was the Chinese New Year which was just over.  There was many gatherings and people coming to my house.  I went to Mummy's aunt place too.  There were so many people and I managed to play in the playground too.  This was the exciting slide!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SZBVvWa8fmI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/VUZ91xIDrP0/s1600-h/IMG_2354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SZBVvWa8fmI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/VUZ91xIDrP0/s400/IMG_2354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went up this special thing called a see-saw.  But I think Mummy's not feeding me enough because I'm stucked up there and couldn't do anything at all.  I'm too light!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SZBVvkpONUI/AAAAAAAAA2g/LpkHZCYxwbo/s1600-h/IMG_2266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SZBVvkpONUI/AAAAAAAAA2g/LpkHZCYxwbo/s400/IMG_2266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea why people love touching me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SZBVvp2HyvI/AAAAAAAAA2o/JnzJOZW06PM/s1600-h/IMG_0889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SZBVvp2HyvI/AAAAAAAAA2o/JnzJOZW06PM/s400/IMG_0889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the number of hands!  I find it funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you dogs are having fun like me too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-5233812933867247931?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/5233812933867247931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=5233812933867247931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/5233812933867247931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/5233812933867247931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2009/02/recent-adventures-mummy-has-been-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SZBVvQzOJcI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Vom9Jx7PZCo/s72-c/IMG_2349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-706089974043450081</id><published>2008-10-15T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T02:40:33.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;{  Guarding my favourite rope toy  }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from food (any kind really!), I love my toys.  I love rope toys in particular, apart from the ginger breadman toy which is only a piece of cloth left - all the fluff is taken out by me!  But still, I sleep with it in my arms sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love my rope toys too.  I can get the knots at the 2 ends untied in a matter of days, and what's left will be a big messy bunch of rope.  But sometimes, I do cherish my toys and try to make it last longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SPTnnsUQ6FI/AAAAAAAAA1s/hQLYrxN02Ek/s400/IMG_0192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my newest rope toy.  The previous pink one is one big messy heap somewhere.  I even sleep with my new toy!  I'm afraid someone (like mummy hrmps!) might steal it while I sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SPTnnhcoEMI/AAAAAAAAA10/Uex49O-j_-0/s1600-h/IMG_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SPTnnhcoEMI/AAAAAAAAA10/Uex49O-j_-0/s400/IMG_0193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SPTnnsUQ6FI/AAAAAAAAA1s/hQLYrxN02Ek/s1600-h/IMG_0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; I was really trying very hard to guard my favourite toy.  But I was tired, what can a dog do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SPTnnzlfhkI/AAAAAAAAA18/bYR6Ky3JyZc/s1600-h/IMG_0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SPTnnzlfhkI/AAAAAAAAA18/bYR6Ky3JyZc/s400/IMG_0203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; I tried to change positions and hide my rope toy somewhere, further from mummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SPTnoLtXHXI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Q4F5Xp-bN1Q/s1600-h/IMG_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SPTnoLtXHXI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Q4F5Xp-bN1Q/s400/IMG_0208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...I think I got really tired and ended up like that.  Opps.  Mummy snapped away happily.  "&lt;em&gt;Just as I thought you've ran out of sleeping positions!&lt;/em&gt;" she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I still have my rope toy now, nobody tried to steal it.  *&lt;em&gt;phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you guard your toys and beloved belongings too?  Do keep those important to you close to you, just like I do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-706089974043450081?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/706089974043450081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=706089974043450081' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/706089974043450081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/706089974043450081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2008/10/guarding-my-favourite-rope-toy-apart.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SPTnnsUQ6FI/AAAAAAAAA1s/hQLYrxN02Ek/s72-c/IMG_0192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-577618412219519808</id><published>2008-09-19T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T18:16:48.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;{  I love Sleeping!  }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy got me a new bed for my birthday.  It's a nice big couch-liked bed which I can only sleep on when I'm in her room.  There's one other old bed around, but I've bitten holes in it and got some fluff out.  *opps.  Obviously, Mummy isn't too pleased and insisted that this new bed can only be beside her bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rush to the bed everytime, and I totally love it.  I love sleeping and lazing on it - in werid positions! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SNN8D9Yk5xI/AAAAAAAAA1M/TtsaEp_vdYQ/s1600-h/IMG_0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SNN8D9Yk5xI/AAAAAAAAA1M/TtsaEp_vdYQ/s400/IMG_0365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, my paws can't block out the flash light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SNN8Dzcq9iI/AAAAAAAAA1U/39paGhvTyYY/s1600-h/IMG_0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SNN8Dzcq9iI/AAAAAAAAA1U/39paGhvTyYY/s400/IMG_0358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; Hmm...are you taking a picture of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SNN8ENsv9TI/AAAAAAAAA1c/qKRqcSQtqAc/s1600-h/IMG_0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SNN8ENsv9TI/AAAAAAAAA1c/qKRqcSQtqAc/s400/IMG_0357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SNN8EDoaGjI/AAAAAAAAA1k/cb7kRZtq6gA/s1600-h/IMG_0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SNN8EDoaGjI/AAAAAAAAA1k/cb7kRZtq6gA/s400/IMG_0361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; I'm so sick of this, just take all you want!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-577618412219519808?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/577618412219519808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=577618412219519808' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/577618412219519808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/577618412219519808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-sleeping-mummy-got-me-new-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SNN8D9Yk5xI/AAAAAAAAA1M/TtsaEp_vdYQ/s72-c/IMG_0365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-2751005011993407214</id><published>2008-08-20T19:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T00:49:31.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{ Swimming Adventure  }&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last weekend, Mummy suddenly decided to bring me to the beach since Daddy came with the car.  They've been talking about it for eons, and finally, they put the plan into action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mummy had to pack plenty of things such as towels, water, food, mat, toiletries etc.  Everything was stuffed into a big beach bag and we were ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237381685144716482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SK7q5NAwBMI/AAAAAAAAAkI/yJOKm74u72Q/s400/IMG_3462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's me, sitting comfortable on Mummy's lap at the front seat.  I think I was smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237381694136837298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SK7q5ugo5LI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/XenNd6DIgXQ/s400/IMG_3472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was quite excited, looking out at the scenery and cars zooming past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237381702098819282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SK7q6MK7GNI/AAAAAAAAAkY/qUT9MkkQidA/s400/IMG_3475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it soon got tiring to sit upright and I made myself comfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237381706768043090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SK7q6dkJzFI/AAAAAAAAAkg/30DBdCyXk-Y/s400/IMG_3478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we reached, it started raining!!  Luckily it stopped after awhile and Mummy carried me and eased me into the water.  It was my first time afterall, and I'm not quite sure if I can really swim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237381709252309138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SK7q6m0csJI/AAAAAAAAAko/BjX4hrYXCJQ/s400/IMG_3482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm...I was thinking hard about how I should kick my legs to stay afloat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236559278377687010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SKv-61D6V-I/AAAAAAAAAjg/qHtngUt7R48/s400/IMG_3485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when Mummy let me into the water, everything came naturally!!  My legs began to kick vigorously and my tail started wagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236559283919431154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SKv-7JtKpfI/AAAAAAAAAjo/0jHwOvOsYe8/s400/IMG_3491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I was quite fast really, but I keep trying to swim to Mummy and cling onto her.  She had to keep running away and I had to keep swimming faster to get to her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236559286427781138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SKv-7TDNCBI/AAAAAAAAAjw/tLU_GZFIPz0/s400/IMG_3492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was really enjoying myself!  But it's really quite tiring since my legs are so short and I've a long body, my legs have to kick really hard!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236559293859095778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SKv-7uu95OI/AAAAAAAAAj4/PSnRXNwJsMg/s400/IMG_3493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mummy pulled a fast one on me, and I had to do a u-turn to get to her.  Mummy almost thought I was going to drown!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236559297073927762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SKv-76tcVlI/AAAAAAAAAkA/VRgyseKmb5w/s400/IMG_3497.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; And after a few short swims, I finally got out.  Gosh, it was tiring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236557186536966930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SKv9BEWOCxI/AAAAAAAAAi4/WL0JmaiCi70/s320/IMG_3498.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Then I started shaking myself dry.  Why do I look so funny here?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236557190062376018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SKv9BRevhFI/AAAAAAAAAjA/AV5tGTJRBjo/s320/IMG_3502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;There was quite abit going on at the beach you know, so much sand, so many people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236557194452046306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SKv9Bh1UkeI/AAAAAAAAAjI/altEyHB0PFs/s320/IMG_3509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yawns.  I've sand on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236557200353388786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SKv9B30T6PI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/9dutWEC3EzE/s320/IMG_3511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a shower soon after, and it was so cold!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236557208063183826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SKv9CUieC9I/AAAAAAAAAjY/BrbbHuiis-s/s320/IMG_3518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And where was daddy the whole time?  He didn't bring clothes and didn't get wet, he just hung around and laughed at us.  He carried me while Mummy had her bath though, and it was so comfortable and warm.  See me hugging his arm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm looking forward to my next adventure already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-2751005011993407214?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/2751005011993407214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=2751005011993407214' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/2751005011993407214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/2751005011993407214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2008/08/swimming-adventure-last-weekend-mummy.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SK7q5NAwBMI/AAAAAAAAAkI/yJOKm74u72Q/s72-c/IMG_3462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-8544885585471074076</id><published>2008-08-03T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:28:28.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;{  New Toys!  }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've got quite a few new toys.  Well, it's all thanks to myself - because I managed to spoil all of them in a very short time so that Mummy can replace them with new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've bitten up so many of them, and even managed to get ALL the fluff out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime before Mummy gives me my toy, she'll make me stay while she snaps away.  I'd have to stay still while she dangles the toy infront of me and take all the pictures she want.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SJXAiWizF2I/AAAAAAAAAiY/H0CZj3px2E4/s1600-h/CIMG1303.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SJXAiWizF2I/AAAAAAAAAiY/H0CZj3px2E4/s400/CIMG1303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's abit of a bother.  I don't understand why I just have my toy - ain't it for me in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SJXAiUEo1LI/AAAAAAAAAig/qVztDSxUOQQ/s1600-h/CIMG1320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SJXAiUEo1LI/AAAAAAAAAig/qVztDSxUOQQ/s400/CIMG1320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a long time sometimes.  And it gets boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SJXAiscWQFI/AAAAAAAAAio/YKs_C1yIVBw/s1600-h/CIMG1304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SJXAiscWQFI/AAAAAAAAAio/YKs_C1yIVBw/s400/CIMG1304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; All I've eyes for, is the cute little toy.  I'm simply alert and all ready for the 'OK' signal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SJXAi4BGHgI/AAAAAAAAAiw/PMOmZmOYZFs/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SJXAi4BGHgI/AAAAAAAAAiw/PMOmZmOYZFs/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; That's when all the fun starts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-8544885585471074076?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/8544885585471074076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=8544885585471074076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/8544885585471074076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/8544885585471074076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-toys-recently-ive-got-quite-few-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SJXAiWizF2I/AAAAAAAAAiY/H0CZj3px2E4/s72-c/CIMG1303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-4380302144944615143</id><published>2008-08-01T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:23:29.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.::.  Long Time No See  .::.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy just came back from Hong Kong.  But she didn't buy me anything this time round.  I was well taken care of though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SJHm_SXlwuI/AAAAAAAAAh4/YCkxbuD8HiU/s1600-h/DSC01297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SJHm_SXlwuI/AAAAAAAAAh4/YCkxbuD8HiU/s400/DSC01297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, Mummy let me into her room to sleep with her everynight.  I used to go back to my 'room' to sleep when she's going to bed.  But now, I'm following her around all the time.  I station myself beside her bed so that whenever she moves or get up, I'm all ready to follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SJHm_lYWE6I/AAAAAAAAAiA/uuz_BpK2JFI/s1600-h/CIMG1325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SJHm_lYWE6I/AAAAAAAAAiA/uuz_BpK2JFI/s400/CIMG1325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She managed to take a compromising picture of me while I was sleeping!  Gosh.  I was making myself comfortable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SJHm_4DgAaI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Su0qaxPUYnk/s1600-h/CIMG1330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SJHm_4DgAaI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Su0qaxPUYnk/s400/CIMG1330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; She accidentally made some noise and I jumped up.  Totally scared the hell out of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SJHnABXKt4I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/fpD5ry8st68/s1600-h/CIMG1328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SJHnABXKt4I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/fpD5ry8st68/s400/CIMG1328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so embrassing being caught on flim in THAT position.  I make it a point to curl up the right way to sleep now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-4380302144944615143?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/4380302144944615143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=4380302144944615143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/4380302144944615143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/4380302144944615143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SJHm_SXlwuI/AAAAAAAAAh4/YCkxbuD8HiU/s72-c/DSC01297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-1483469429925843171</id><published>2008-06-24T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:10:28.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;.::.  I'm back!  .::.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy has finally finished her exams, but she's still busy all the time.  But I get abit more attention and company lately! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy has been giving me lots of knot 'bones' to bite, and I love them!  I can work on them for hours non-stop till they become a sheet of crumpled paper.  It's such an accomplishment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SGEAUiqTMoI/AAAAAAAAAhY/WAYeK-dIZSs/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures of me in action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SGEAUr65ZJI/AAAAAAAAAhg/3b0SeNK70h4/s1600-h/IMG_2661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SGEAUr65ZJI/AAAAAAAAAhg/3b0SeNK70h4/s400/IMG_2661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy thought this picture looked really cute, like my eyes could talk.  But seriously, I just wanted to bite in peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SGEAUiqTMoI/AAAAAAAAAhY/WAYeK-dIZSs/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SGEAU80nxnI/AAAAAAAAAho/zD1QV9O5Qik/s1600-h/IMG_2138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SGEAU80nxnI/AAAAAAAAAho/zD1QV9O5Qik/s400/IMG_2138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; Do I look like a statue?  Mummy thought so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SGEAU6p5v-I/AAAAAAAAAhw/xAmnZqvU4Gk/s1600-h/IMG_2143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SGEAU6p5v-I/AAAAAAAAAhw/xAmnZqvU4Gk/s400/IMG_2143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; And lastly, this is my favourite pose at my favourite spot - under the study table.  &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-1483469429925843171?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/1483469429925843171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=1483469429925843171' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/1483469429925843171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/1483469429925843171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SGEAUiqTMoI/AAAAAAAAAhY/WAYeK-dIZSs/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-175356745580291175</id><published>2008-05-21T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T01:09:24.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{  Snow!  }&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick one before Mummy wants to use her laptop to study again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw snow for the first time yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SDMFv8BdP2I/AAAAAAAAAhA/8GtM-KZCtjg/s1600-h/IMG_2396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SDMFv8BdP2I/AAAAAAAAAhA/8GtM-KZCtjg/s400/IMG_2396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm proud to say that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SDMFwcBdP3I/AAAAAAAAAhI/szrcTZGyg7k/s1600-h/IMG_2406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SDMFwcBdP3I/AAAAAAAAAhI/szrcTZGyg7k/s400/IMG_2406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; I was the one who created it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SDMFw8BdP4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/M3-7ljI0yns/s1600-h/IMG_2411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SDMFw8BdP4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/M3-7ljI0yns/s400/IMG_2411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; See the huge amount of snow?  Mummy had to sweep them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why my doggie toy has lost so much weight.  Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had much time to say hi to my frens out there, but I'll be back in a few weeks - after Mummy's exams end.  I want to go on an adventure again too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-175356745580291175?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/175356745580291175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=175356745580291175' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/175356745580291175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/175356745580291175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2008/05/snow-just-quick-one-before-mummy-wants.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SDMFv8BdP2I/AAAAAAAAAhA/8GtM-KZCtjg/s72-c/IMG_2396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-3790049155034992742</id><published>2008-05-03T00:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T00:31:58.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{  After a Bath  }&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197669946816503202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SCHVRze4naI/AAAAAAAAAgg/rL8C9Hrhd4Y/s320/IMG_2383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me, looking handsome after a bath.  I quite like baths now, I just stand still and let Mummy spray me with water and soap me.  It's just like what you hooman call 'spa' because I get massaged and my coat gets some conditioner.  Mummy had to put me in a big tub and even then, I kept jumping up, trying to get out.  Now, I'm no longer afraid and I bathe without a tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197669955406437810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SCHVSTe4nbI/AAAAAAAAAgo/TwOL4I7cLjE/s320/IMG_2391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've grown really long.  I mean, REALLY long.  Mummy says I have a big butt, I say I've a nice and shapely butt, even a nice waist.  It's what you hoomans hope for, slim and slender with a nice waist and butt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197669968291339714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SCHVTDe4ncI/AAAAAAAAAgw/C90hvGx3N8o/s320/IMG_2377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason I love baths is that Mummy cleans up my rooms and changes the toys in there when she bathes me every week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195821323501042274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtD9w-t-mI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/bwse7t714dk/s320/IMG_2371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Actually, the real reason why I love baths so much is that I smell nice after a nice bath, some powder and a brushing AND I get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;treats&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for being obedient after baths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197669972586307026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SCHVTTe4ndI/AAAAAAAAAg4/NdWq_ClAz2A/s320/IMG_2395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Not only I get baths.  My clothes, towels and toys get baths all the time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195821306321173042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtD8w-t-jI/AAAAAAAAAf4/o01cY3blV3Q/s320/IMG_2360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oh, and this was what I did that created a 'waterfall' last week.  This nice metal pipe behind the toilet bowl.  It suddenly caught my attention after so many months and it was a nice chew.  Before I knew it, there was weird noises and water kept falling on me from everywhere.  I had quite a scare till Mummy's mum heard the noises and came to rescue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195821314911107650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtD9Q-t-kI/AAAAAAAAAgA/5g9kHoiB8Kw/s320/IMG_2363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is a close-up view of what I did.  Luckily Mummy's mum managed to stop the water and clean up the mess before Mummy came home.  Mummy would have been upset because the bitter stuff she sprays on it doesn't help.  Now, the toilet bowl doesn't work and Mummy has to bring the poo downstairs.  I wonder when Mummy's getting it fixed because it's connected to the wall and everyone's afraid that I might bite it up once it gets fixed.  Hmm.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtD9g-t-lI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Kv4IMpHtxho/s1600-h/IMG_2365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195821319206074962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtD9g-t-lI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Kv4IMpHtxho/s320/IMG_2365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, and this is what's left of my bed.  It looks worst now actually.  It has my teeth marks everywhere, with holes! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder if Mummy's going to get me another bed.  I know she loves those lovely looking beds, but she just doesn't dare to buy them for me, fearing that I might tear even those expensive ones up.  Perhaps I should ask for that as my birthday present?  I guess I won't tear them up after my teeth are all out?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly, I've managed to make snow out of the new doggie toy.  It was fun, so much snow.  I shall show you what's left of my doggie toy the next time.  It's still as long though it longer has ears and has grown alot thinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mummy's exams are going to last one more month.  One more month!  *barks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtD-Q-t-nI/AAAAAAAAAgY/IcRgSUYxk9k/s1600-h/IMG_2383.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-3790049155034992742?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/3790049155034992742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=3790049155034992742' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/3790049155034992742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/3790049155034992742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2008/05/after-bath-this-is-me-looking-handsome.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SCHVRze4naI/AAAAAAAAAgg/rL8C9Hrhd4Y/s72-c/IMG_2383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-3209381336864140384</id><published>2008-05-02T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T15:06:51.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; {  Studying  }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBq9iw-t-bI/AAAAAAAAAe8/DtLIZ74u6mY/s1600-h/DSC00899.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBq9ig-t-aI/AAAAAAAAAe0/yxKozvxAWnw/s1600-h/DSC00895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBq9ig-t-aI/AAAAAAAAAe0/yxKozvxAWnw/s400/DSC00895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been staying up with Mummy to study till late these days.  *yawns.  But most of the time I fall asleep on my bed right by Mummy's chair.  I think she should play with me intsead.  Isn't that much more fun than staring at those thick books ?&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-3209381336864140384?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/3209381336864140384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=3209381336864140384' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/3209381336864140384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/3209381336864140384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2008/05/studying-ive-been-staying-up-with-mummy.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBq9ig-t-aI/AAAAAAAAAe0/yxKozvxAWnw/s72-c/DSC00895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-8995563309866195213</id><published>2008-04-30T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:08:15.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;{ A New Toy  }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBhvOQ-t-WI/AAAAAAAAAeU/_BNorL0FuEA/s1600-h/IMG_2356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBhvOQ-t-WI/AAAAAAAAAeU/_BNorL0FuEA/s400/IMG_2356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy got me a really nice toy and it looks like me!  It's really long and makes nice sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBhvOg-t-XI/AAAAAAAAAec/mx0Rvqos63s/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBhvOg-t-XI/AAAAAAAAAec/mx0Rvqos63s/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast playing with it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBhvOw-t-YI/AAAAAAAAAek/8rAgp74uf8s/s1600-h/IMG_2359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBhvOw-t-YI/AAAAAAAAAek/8rAgp74uf8s/s400/IMG_2359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And after awhile, the ear dropped off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBhvPQ-t-ZI/AAAAAAAAAes/PAHFHHn1LX4/s1600-h/IMG_2147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBhvPQ-t-ZI/AAAAAAAAAes/PAHFHHn1LX4/s400/IMG_2147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; Lastly, a nice picture of me in my bed.  However, the bed is erm...has holes in it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-8995563309866195213?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/8995563309866195213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=8995563309866195213' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/8995563309866195213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/8995563309866195213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-toy-mummy-got-me-really-nice-toy_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBhvOQ-t-WI/AAAAAAAAAeU/_BNorL0FuEA/s72-c/IMG_2356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-3785201351411305285</id><published>2008-04-20T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T00:44:39.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{  Walkies  }&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going for walks as usual, if it isn't raining that is.  However, I hardly walk during the day nowadays.  Mostly, Mummy brings me for walks at about 8pm.  It's pretty dark, so there Mummy doesn't take many pictures of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SAohc0ri-xI/AAAAAAAAAd0/P9u8XZOu5kE/s1600-h/DSC00773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SAohc0ri-xI/AAAAAAAAAd0/P9u8XZOu5kE/s400/DSC00773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a nice one of me.  I'm growing!  Mummy says it's amazing how long my 'mouth' has grown.  And of course, I'm alot LONGER and HEAVIER!  I mean, stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SAohdUri-yI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Uen1VADQoZY/s1600-h/DSC00772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SAohdUri-yI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Uen1VADQoZY/s400/DSC00772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't quite like posing for photos though.  I always turn away at the right time!  But you can see some of my teeth in this photo.  My teeth have been dropping!  I'm not complaining though, because bigger and stronger teeth grows back in its place.  It makes my gums so itchy that I'm biting everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I've bitten up my 3rd bed?  *beams.  I shall show you pictures of my work soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SAohdUri-zI/AAAAAAAAAeE/J9Ku0isM-Ho/s1600-h/DSC00775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SAohdUri-zI/AAAAAAAAAeE/J9Ku0isM-Ho/s400/DSC00775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That day Cici went with me for my walk.   She's fun, she chases me and talks to me all the time.   We went to a new place, somewhere nearby which I've never been before.  It's quite a long walk, but it was beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SAohdkri-0I/AAAAAAAAAeM/eZT1Q60E0JA/s1600-h/DSC00780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SAohdkri-0I/AAAAAAAAAeM/eZT1Q60E0JA/s400/DSC00780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this pretty?  I wished I could laze my day away on those benches and grass patches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is pretty erratic nowadays.  Sometimes it's sunny, yet it rains so heavily all of the sudden.  *sigh.  I don't like the rain and the thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's preparing for her final exams in end-May.  That means that I don't get to go out on adventures now, only walks.  Sometimes I sit by her side on my bed.  But it's boring, I fall asleep all the time while she pours through those stacks of yummy-looking papers.  Well, what can I say, I'm a loyal companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending my time pondering over what I should ask for on my first barkday already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-3785201351411305285?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/3785201351411305285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=3785201351411305285' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/3785201351411305285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/3785201351411305285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2008/04/walkies-ive-been-going-for-walks-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SAohc0ri-xI/AAAAAAAAAd0/P9u8XZOu5kE/s72-c/DSC00773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-3150357909521512439</id><published>2008-03-28T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T02:03:01.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.::. East Coast Park Bicycle Ride .::.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some weeks back, Mummy brought me to ECP for a gathering with her friends. And because all of them were either cycling or blading, and I'm afraid of big wheels around me, Mummy got me into a bicycle basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy insisted on having me in his bicycle and Mummy lined the basket with a thin cushion from my carrier and a towel, and I lay in there comfortably. It was really a good ride! It was so windy and Daddy went quite fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R-vWMR5Ju9I/AAAAAAAAAcM/jKRF129AjgY/s1600-h/IMG_1982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R-vWMR5Ju9I/AAAAAAAAAcM/jKRF129AjgY/s400/IMG_1982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here I am when I just got into the basket. I feel safe in there really, because everyone seem to be staring and pointing at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R-vWMh5Ju-I/AAAAAAAAAcU/DYNethwAXbI/s1600-h/IMG_1984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R-vWMh5Ju-I/AAAAAAAAAcU/DYNethwAXbI/s400/IMG_1984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I lay in there comfortable, sometimes I stick my head out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;The only bad thing which happened that day was that it started raining not long after I got comfy, admiring the sights. It was so sudden! And it was pouring before I could even bark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Daddy rode fast and carried me into a shelter, leaving the bicycle outside. He went so fast that Mummy couldn't find him, especially when she could hardly open her eyes with the wind and heavy rain getting into it. She got all wet while I was all warm and dry. She found shelter somewhere else before coming to look for us. Luckily she noticed Daddy's bike with my cushion soaked in rain water parking outside the shelter along with many other bicycles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;She couldn't find me and Daddy because Daddy carried me and sat on a bench inside the Male toilet. She took my cushion and put it under this noisy thing which blows out hot air though. And when Daddy came out, he spotted Mummy. She got my basket, cushion and towel all dry before putting me back. It stopped raining after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182473544642706450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R-vYOx5JvBI/AAAAAAAAAcs/de1Z9O8DNqA/s400/IMG_1985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;It was quite cooling, especially with the wind blowing as Daddy cycled. So Mummy bundled me up in the towel. She's paranoid and afraid that I might get sick. But I must say that it sure feels warm and comfy in there! Don't I look cute? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182473548937673762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R-vYPB5JvCI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Y8TVEDVl8GA/s400/IMG_1987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;And here's Daddy who brought me to the shelter before I could even get wet. He was proudly telling Mummy that I didn't get wet, oblivious to the fact that Mummy was drenched!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We joined the group after I got settled down and continued on our adventure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R-vWNB5Ju_I/AAAAAAAAAcc/flPEpLb1uf4/s1600-h/IMG_2006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R-vWNB5Ju_I/AAAAAAAAAcc/flPEpLb1uf4/s400/IMG_2006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;And we stopped at Bedok Jetty for a rest. The sea was beautiful, and I spent some time looking across the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R-vWNB5JvAI/AAAAAAAAAck/7LOPPumWCCw/s1600-h/IMG_2022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R-vWNB5JvAI/AAAAAAAAAck/7LOPPumWCCw/s400/IMG_2022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even met other doggie friends there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182473561822575666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R-vYPx5JvDI/AAAAAAAAAc8/OQekt62A07w/s400/IMG_2016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;And I noticed a rainbow! The first rainbow I ever saw. Can you spot it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182475928349555794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R-vaZh5JvFI/AAAAAAAAAdM/zdMLk4PQtMk/s320/IMG_2018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Look what Mummy's friends drew on the sand! I think it looks awfully like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182473561822575682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R-vYPx5JvEI/AAAAAAAAAdE/-gxgZ1n1pY8/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;These were some of the beautiful sights I saw that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182475936939490402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R-vaaB5JvGI/AAAAAAAAAdU/8fMpLgWJjyc/s320/IMG_2027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;And when Mummy returned the rented bikes, I walked with them to the food center. We saw many cute dogs on the way. Her friends thought I looked very cute with my long body, especially when I walked very quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182475945529425010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R-vaah5JvHI/AAAAAAAAAdc/6nP11tSD01Y/s320/IMG_2034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182475949824392322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R-vaax5JvII/AAAAAAAAAdk/VL1j5hXuZj4/s320/IMG_2039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;These were the food the gobbled up. And me? I had my boring kibbles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182475954119359634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R-vabB5JvJI/AAAAAAAAAds/UoM1-OlNc7c/s320/IMG_2044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;While they ate and chatted, I was hiding below the table. Actually, pets were not allowed but they put me there anyway. I was good and quiet, I just lay there without disturbing anyone. Mummy was afraid that I might be cold because there were fans blowing and it started raining again, so I was bundled in that pink towel again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Just as I was dozing off, Mummy carried me and we made our way home. I dropped by Daddy's house the first time before heading home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I enjoyed myself very much. It's raining like everyday lately! I wonder what's with the weather these days. It just makes me feel lazy and I curl up in my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Anyway, I held my pee and poo for almost 9 hours again that day. Mummy rushed me to my pee tray the first thing we were back and I 'released' myself immdiately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Maybe she should bring my tray out next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-3150357909521512439?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/3150357909521512439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=3150357909521512439' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/3150357909521512439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/3150357909521512439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R-vWMR5Ju9I/AAAAAAAAAcM/jKRF129AjgY/s72-c/IMG_1982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-8010858982931927232</id><published>2008-03-08T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T15:48:57.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.::.  I'm a V.I.P.  .::.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R9JE5UsR3sI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4Pq7QFUFCnc/s1600-h/IMG_1955.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R9JE5UsR3sI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4Pq7QFUFCnc/s400/IMG_1955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy only got me one tee this time round - she says I've got too many clothes!  But I've grown out of some of them.  Anyway I like this!  Mummy wanted to get this the last time, but my size ran out.  I'm a very important pet!  V.I.P!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R9JE50sR3tI/AAAAAAAAAb0/JMoGFvGNagU/s1600-h/IMG_1962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R9JE50sR3tI/AAAAAAAAAb0/JMoGFvGNagU/s400/IMG_1962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was me last week, after Mummy cleaned me and my room up.  I was tired and snuggling in my bed.  Don't I look comfortable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R9JE6EsR3uI/AAAAAAAAAb8/n7aXU326Mrg/s1600-h/IMG_1977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R9JE6EsR3uI/AAAAAAAAAb8/n7aXU326Mrg/s400/IMG_1977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem is, once I've got the time and energy, I'll be ripping my beds apart.  Both beds have fallen victim, the base is totally bitten off.  The cushion inside came out too.  Opps.  Mummy say luckily these beds are cheap from Bangkok - SGD8. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R9JE6UsR3vI/AAAAAAAAAcE/UCxkAGvpsNY/s1600-h/IMG_1980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R9JE6UsR3vI/AAAAAAAAAcE/UCxkAGvpsNY/s400/IMG_1980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got me another new bed on this trip.  Its a size bigger, and basically the same design.  It's SGD10.  Mummy says she'll only let me on this bed AFTER I turn 1, and hopefully, I'll sunggle in it more often instead of ripping it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can only say, it was great fun.  I still sleep on the cushions though - those are pretty much comfortable enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-8010858982931927232?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/8010858982931927232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=8010858982931927232' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/8010858982931927232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/8010858982931927232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R9JE5UsR3sI/AAAAAAAAAbs/4Pq7QFUFCnc/s72-c/IMG_1955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-7489356637008705463</id><published>2008-03-02T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T01:35:14.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{  Mummy's Back!  }&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaayyy.  Apparently I haven't been blogging for a long long time.  It's not my fault really!  Mummy has been really busy with school and tuition.  She says exams are coming.  Yet, she had time to go Bangkok again!!!  And without me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when Mummy goes on holidays because she's the main person who takes care of me.  Yiyi and cici do play with me and feed me, but Mummy is the one who makes sure that I'm clean and brings me out for walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy went on a Saturday evening.  She bathed me and cleaned up everything before she left.  But everytime she's away, I become smelly because they don't clear my poo fast enough and I pee outside the tray when there's poo on top of the pee tray.  Mummy's mum even came and clean the area up abit because she thinks I stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's finally back after 3 long days.  I didn't realise she left on Saturday, because she usually ain't home anyway.  But she didn't come home on Sunday too, though I waited and waited.  Yiyi and Cici let me run about on the third storey and played with me, but Mummy's room was empty and there still wasn't any sign of her.  By Monday, I was so tired and upset that I didn't even play with my toys - I just sat there looking sad.  Finally, she was back on Tuesday night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what she has bought me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy!  There's so many treats and I've got a bigger bed.  She didn't get that much clothes for me though.  I think she was too busy shopping for herself because everything is cheap there.  She brought an empty luggage there and it was bursting when she brought it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R8mTzT1AK-I/AAAAAAAAAbM/9uE_3QHBFYU/s1600-h/IMG_1926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R8mTzT1AK-I/AAAAAAAAAbM/9uE_3QHBFYU/s400/IMG_1926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking good really, though I really missed Mummy.  She bathed me and brushed my hair, clean my ears and brushed my teeth.  I've got a mouth full of big white teeth now!  It's weird that I haven't dropped any yet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R8mT0D1AK_I/AAAAAAAAAbU/nHKD0TGLWrw/s1600-h/IMG_1937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R8mT0D1AK_I/AAAAAAAAAbU/nHKD0TGLWrw/s400/IMG_1937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; I always get tired after all that bathing and brushing.  My favourite spot is below the table.  I always sit there, when Mummy's studying on the table or on the laptop on her bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R8mT0T1ALAI/AAAAAAAAAbc/47c89Q6HIkI/s1600-h/IMG_1928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R8mT0T1ALAI/AAAAAAAAAbc/47c89Q6HIkI/s400/IMG_1928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really smell and felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R8mT0j1ALBI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ylWKD7QgKbM/s1600-h/IMG_1952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R8mT0j1ALBI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ylWKD7QgKbM/s400/IMG_1952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; And of course, my favourite spot is still Mummy's lap.  I missed snuggling on it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy says she's still tired after all that shopping in Bangkok.  She said she shopped for 12 hours straight in the hot weather without food and a big bag of stuff.  I think it's crazy.  No wonder she's aching everywhere and had to give my walks a miss this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard she's bringing me to the vet soon, to get me neutered.  Cici and Yiyi has been wondering why a red part of me sticks out sometimes.  I've got patches of dried skin and everything drops off with my hair when I'm brushed.  Mummy thinks I'm dropping too much hair and I'm going to go bald if I'm going to continue dropping that much patches of hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck with the vet.  I hope they'll be gentle with me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-7489356637008705463?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/7489356637008705463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=7489356637008705463' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/7489356637008705463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/7489356637008705463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2008/03/mummys-back-okaaayyy.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R8mTzT1AK-I/AAAAAAAAAbM/9uE_3QHBFYU/s72-c/IMG_1926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-8366348912000835285</id><published>2008-02-16T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T00:59:29.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.::.  CNY Day 3  .::.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping that I can go out, because I sensed that Mummy is going to her friend's place for a gathering.  She even made oven-baked chicken which smells so nice, but I didn't get any!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least, she brought me!  She came to brush me with some powder and got me dressed up in this new red checkered shirt she got in Bangkok last December.  She has been planning to let me wear it on CNY, because it's red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it wasn't meant to be.  Guess why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167243802363338226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R7W83Gu0nfI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Ifx4TtwZbjg/s400/IMG_9832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the shirt was way too small.  It's gaping open, 2 inches apart!  There's no way I can wear this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167243785183469026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R7W82Gu0neI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/m0TeoBALIkc/s400/IMG_9831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?  The gap is so huge!  And it felt like something's tugging me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167243810953272834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R7W83mu0ngI/AAAAAAAAAaM/5Wsm0ASIdBU/s400/IMG_9839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that my shirt matched Daddy's shirt!  And of course, I was really excited and went over to give him a good lick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167243815248240146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R7W832u0nhI/AAAAAAAAAaU/UtpuUskt6t0/s400/IMG_9848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to wear my SuperDog mini-tee again.  It's mini but at least it FITS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167245881127509554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R7W-wGu0njI/AAAAAAAAAak/kAkaDjpQYek/s400/IMG_9851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it to Mummy's friend's place looking good as usual.  And I was quite excited when everyone played with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167243819543207458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R7W84Gu0niI/AAAAAAAAAac/tMmNTe54MFI/s400/IMG_9849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much that I became alittle tired.  *yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167245889717444162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R7W-wmu0nkI/AAAAAAAAAas/OrOL0gU32M4/s400/IMG_9858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I snuggled in Daddy's arms and got comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167245898307378770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R7W-xGu0nlI/AAAAAAAAAa0/4MLWxqGr7Cc/s400/IMG_9861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And had a good rest there.  It feels almost as good as Mummy's lap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167245902602346082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R7W-xWu0nmI/AAAAAAAAAa8/PpQYui3T95Y/s400/IMG_9868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Okay, Mummy did feed me before they started anything. But, I would have liked to join in and actually eat with them or try their food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They 'lao' yusheng, which is this Chinese New Year tradition.  There's carrots and some (unknown) shreded vegetables which they'll mix with various sweet sauce and crackers, topped with smoked salmon or even jelly fish.  Everytime you pour a sauce in, you must say a 'nice' chinese idiom.  Everyone will then gather around it and mix everything up using their chopsticks.  The higher you lift the chopsticks, the better it is!  Sometimes it gets messy and things get dropped out of the plate.  Sadly, none dropped on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167245906897313394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R7W-xmu0nnI/AAAAAAAAAbE/plYkpbigI7I/s400/IMG_9876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I stayed below the table while they ate.  It was pot-luck and they cooked waaaayyy too much!  There's only 8 people but you can feed like 20 people with these food!  I was glad to help them finish up their food, but Mummy wouldn't let me - she says she doesn't want me to develop a bad habit.  But what's so bad about HELPING to finish up unfinished food?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went around getting everyone's attention by licking them.  Yet none of them bothered about me. I think they must be too engrossed in their meal, just like how I'll ignore everyone and everything while I'm eating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They played cards through the night and I was in Mummy's or Daddy's arms or playing with her friends.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and I didn't manage to hold my pee for 9 hours.  In fact, I pee-ed on the floor after like 5 hours.  I mean, my pee tray is at home right?  Luckily, I didn't get scolded, Mummy just rushed to clean up my pee with toilet paper and wet tissues.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I enjoyed Chinese New Year, because I got to go out and spend the whole day with Mummy!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When's the next Chinese New Year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R7W6RWu0nZI/AAAAAAAAAZU/OmlAh8_R0w8/s1600-h/IMG_9831.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R7W6R2u0naI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Y5iSnppBy9Y/s1600-h/IMG_9832.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R7W6SGu0nbI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Ki9_0pVfJGs/s1600-h/IMG_9839.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R7W6Smu0ncI/AAAAAAAAAZs/cgN1ClKI_OE/s1600-h/IMG_9848.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R7W6TGu0ndI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/le3xnz7uGYc/s1600-h/IMG_9849.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-8366348912000835285?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/8366348912000835285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=8366348912000835285' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/8366348912000835285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/8366348912000835285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R7W83Gu0nfI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Ifx4TtwZbjg/s72-c/IMG_9832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-4410375329626425807</id><published>2008-02-10T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T01:52:28.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{ CNY Day 2 }&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day (yesterday), Mummy brought me over to Daddy's place for Lunch! I finally get to visit Daddy's place!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this pomerian which they played with yesterday (without me *hrmpz) who follows me everywhere. They say he's overweight and lazy because his owner has never brought him on walks. But I think he's quite energetic! He keeps following me everywhere, trying to lick me and climb on me. I kept trying to run away and he was running just fine. He was panting really heavily after alittle while though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R63X-2u0nVI/AAAAAAAAAY0/w_sS_GBUoIM/s1600-h/IMG_9820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165021822507588946" style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" height="137" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R63X-2u0nVI/AAAAAAAAAY0/w_sS_GBUoIM/s200/IMG_9820.JPG" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R63X_Wu0nWI/AAAAAAAAAY8/UeDfxEBmGIA/s1600-h/IMG_9821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165021831097523554" style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" height="136" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R63X_Wu0nWI/AAAAAAAAAY8/UeDfxEBmGIA/s200/IMG_9821.JPG" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R63X_mu0nXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/t5Clbe7DeWE/s1600-h/IMG_9822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165021835392490866" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="148" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R63X_mu0nXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/t5Clbe7DeWE/s200/IMG_9822.JPG" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R63YAGu0nYI/AAAAAAAAAZM/bQpi9_hCFTU/s1600-h/IMG_9823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165021843982425474" style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="146" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R63YAGu0nYI/AAAAAAAAAZM/bQpi9_hCFTU/s200/IMG_9823.JPG" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always end up on the floor, showing my belly. Oh well, it was all fun. But they tried to keep him away from me since it made him too excited and he panted so heavily we were afraid that he might get a heart attack or something. We walked to the cold storage nearby and he was panting so loudly that I was rather amused. It was just a short walk! I think he should go for more walks to stay strong like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say he's gay because he kept licking me on the lips, like he's trying to french kiss me. And he kept licking me 'down there' and everywhere! I don't know what that means though, I think he just likes me very much. He's a 5-year-old male pomerian. I think I'm quite fated with pomerians since they're the only dogs I get to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day at Daddy's place and Daddy's dad really like dogs. He thinks I should get my tail cut off so I'll be more 'brave'. Thank god Mummy loves my tail especially when I wag it really violently since its the best way to know how I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got really tired after a whole day out. I held me pee and poo for like 9 hours because I refused to pee even when Mummy brought me out to the grass patches and garden outside. I kept jumping in the grass and got very hyper that I didn't pee at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus when I'm finally home at 10pm at night, clever Mummy rushed me back to my room and I literally ran to my pee tray to pee AND poo. *phew. That sure felt good. I try really hard to hold till I'm back to my own pee tray. That's where I'm supposed to do by business anyway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-4410375329626425807?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/4410375329626425807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=4410375329626425807' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/4410375329626425807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/4410375329626425807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-day-2-on-second-day-yesterday-mummy.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R63X-2u0nVI/AAAAAAAAAY0/w_sS_GBUoIM/s72-c/IMG_9820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-4670327133801961227</id><published>2008-02-09T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T00:26:32.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{ CNY Eve and Day 1 }&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy has been really busy before the CNY. She was throwing out some stuff, clearing up the place. So, that means I've been bored. Not to mention that it rained quite abit in the evening and I missed my walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I've grown really long and my hind legs are so strong that I can jump really high. Mummy keeps the toilet paper on top of the toilet bowl. It has always been safe there, till now that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165010548218436882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R63Numu0nRI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ME5kk_tFAqQ/s400/IMG_9739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a really great time shreding that new roll of toilet paper and managed to create snow in my own room. It's a good way to pass time you know. I was at it for such a long time that I needed a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165010569693273378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R63Nv2u0nSI/AAAAAAAAAYc/cOnW6PPkwNQ/s400/IMG_9751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's my bed, which has no base now. I've bitten it out bit by bit till there's nothing left. It's really a nice toy, shaped like a ring. Sometimes I just try to hold it up and go round and round that hole. Of course, it's a nice chew toy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165010578283207986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R63NwWu0nTI/AAAAAAAAAYk/19UR1VMys_o/s400/IMG_9753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Mummy basically let me play with it and bite it all I want since I can't seem to do much damage to it. But she was wrong!! I managed to bite a hole and get those pieces of sponge out from it!! I feel so accomplished. But now, Mummy cleared up all the sponge and I can't find that part of my bed anymore. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165010599758044482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R63Nxmu0nUI/AAAAAAAAAYs/zB6agllaoCM/s400/IMG_9755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On New Year's Eve, Mummy bathe me and cleaned up my room. She cut my nails, cleaned my ears, brushed my teeth, put nice-smelling powder on me and brushed my short hair. She went on to clean up her room. I was really happy because she let me hang around while she did her stuff. I did't disturb her, I just followed her everywhere she went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really curious about this machine she took out. I was smelling it till it suddenly came to life and made a very loud and awful sound. I think it's a monster that sucks everything in. I was really scared and ran for cover. I tried to get back into my room, but the gate was closed. I ended up sitting outside my room, peeping at Mummy and that monster. Boy, I've NEVER felt like going back to my room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mummy had her reunion dinner at home - steamboat, without me! She fed me first and went downstairs for dinner. I had a treat though, some really tasty beef with my kibbles. She even went out to the movies and Chinatown after dinner. Without me again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came back really late, empty handed. And the next morning, which is the first day of Chinese New year, she barely climbed out of bed and got me dressed. Daddy had to come over to wake her up! She says she's sick and the medicine knocked her out, I think she's just plain lazy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165008757217074370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R63MGWu0nMI/AAAAAAAAAXs/iL4xbbwA3nk/s400/IMG_9785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So I was happily playing with my Ginger breadman toy - which is stil intact surprisingly! I felt really handsome. But I've outgrown my top so much that they can only button the upper 2 buckles, not the third one. It's like a mini tee now and I'll need a new one next year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165008770101976274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R63MHGu0nNI/AAAAAAAAAX0/SzhPf3uTw7s/s400/IMG_9783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oh well, it really wasn't that comfortable and I tried to bite it alittle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165008778691910882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R63MHmu0nOI/AAAAAAAAAX8/sPCL9fxldjo/s400/IMG_9787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I was up and about, running around Mummy's room in circles. I thought I was going out! But Mummy and Daddy left without me. She went over to Daddy's place to 'Bai Nian'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165008787281845490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R63MIGu0nPI/AAAAAAAAAYE/RF8ilj2jDh4/s400/IMG_9792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I was left at home the whole day. The worst thing was she went over to Daddy's place to play with this pomerian called baby. Daddy's aunt it helping her fried look after him these few weeks because her friend went for an operation. How can she play with other dogs and not bring me??!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was really unhappy when I smelt it once she came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R63MImu0nQI/AAAAAAAAAYM/-sYIYCxfE_Q/s1600-h/IMG_9796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165008795871780098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R63MImu0nQI/AAAAAAAAAYM/-sYIYCxfE_Q/s400/IMG_9796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luckily she brought me out to her Aunt's place just next door with everyone there. I had fun with all the attention I got. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CNY Day 1 wasn't that good. Day 2 and Day 3 (today) was alot better - I got to go out! Shall try to blog about them real soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Chinese New Year! Hope your CNY was as pawsome as mine. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-4670327133801961227?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/4670327133801961227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=4670327133801961227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/4670327133801961227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/4670327133801961227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-eve-and-day-1-mummy-has-been-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R63Numu0nRI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ME5kk_tFAqQ/s72-c/IMG_9739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-327411392632260077</id><published>2008-02-01T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T14:03:58.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;{  Scaredy Dog  }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of embarassing, but I'm really afraid of stairs.  Somehow, when Mummy and everyone else try to put me on the stairs, I stay rooted to where I am, I hardly dare to move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've tried all sorts of methods, from coaxing me to trying to trick me.  But even food didn't work.  I really wanted that treat, but.....I just didn't dare to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ain't good because there's ALOT of stairs in my house.  My room is on the 3rd storey, but I dare not go down unless Mummy carries me.  *sigh.  That means I can't follow Mummy wherever she goes.  When she walks down the stairs, I can only stare at her.  Is such fear normal?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R6K2SkyymOI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_3T_X5AmjGg/s1600-h/DSC00536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R6K2SkyymOI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_3T_X5AmjGg/s400/DSC00536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I love biting things.  My bed is totally torn.  The base has become a big hole.  And remember that tennis ball rope toy Mummy bought for me when we went to her aunt's house?  It looks like this now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R6K2TEyymPI/AAAAAAAAAXU/kgn_9kVBASk/s1600-h/IMG_9370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R6K2TEyymPI/AAAAAAAAAXU/kgn_9kVBASk/s400/IMG_9370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a fun toy.  I think I need a new one.  MUMMY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R6K2TUyymQI/AAAAAAAAAXc/uxwyV_hKX-I/s1600-h/IMG_9380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R6K2TUyymQI/AAAAAAAAAXc/uxwyV_hKX-I/s400/IMG_9380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; Mummy has been giving me treats after my walks these days.  Despite increasing my food by 25%, I'm still slim and lean.  Did I mention that I'm a good runner?  I run so fast that Mummy has trouble keeping up, not to mention that I manage to make her pant...like a dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the 2km runs, though I think 3-4 times a week is not enough!  I get really tired after that though.  I usually fall asleep after my runs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R6K2TkyymRI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_BiK1FoWWXk/s1600-h/IMG_8338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R6K2TkyymRI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_BiK1FoWWXk/s400/IMG_8338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; Obviously, my favourite place is Mummy's tummy.  It's almost as good as that comfy bed in the hotel.  Almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Chinese New Year is coming and Mummy has been throwing out stuff, cleaning everything.  And I think it's going to be fun, because I've got a new outfit.  It's gold in colour and looks really good.  I heard there's going to be some pawty and everyone will be visiting each other's house too.  I hope Mummy lets me tag along too! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-327411392632260077?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/327411392632260077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=327411392632260077' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/327411392632260077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/327411392632260077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2008/02/scaredy-dog-its-kind-of-embarassing-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R6K2SkyymOI/AAAAAAAAAXM/_3T_X5AmjGg/s72-c/DSC00536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-4278251824679856151</id><published>2008-01-27T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T01:42:53.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{ Mummy's Birthday, My Adventure }&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy received a call and got me ready in a hurry. And, it was really one of the best day in my (short) life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first thing I noticed when I came out of my carrier is this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160075033274652514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R5xE50yyl2I/AAAAAAAAAUM/KLfebuk2Nfo/s400/IMG_9415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*yummy!! Cheese tarts and biscuits from U.S. Dog Bakery! How can I miss this right? As you know, I'm crazy about foooddd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160075037569619826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R5xE6Eyyl3I/AAAAAAAAAUU/OzJZC99wRYo/s400/IMG_9416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I noticed that I was in such a beautiful room with such a nice bed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160075041864587138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R5xE6Uyyl4I/AAAAAAAAAUc/hPAFRVQdrs4/s400/IMG_9449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a really nice room with a outdoor garden and bathtub! There were mirrors all over and I was so excited at seeing another dog which looks and act like me that I barked at it. Well, Mummy was so shocked at my bark that she hurriedly came to distract me. Afterall, I'm an 'illegal immigrant'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160075050454521746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R5xE60yyl5I/AAAAAAAAAUk/WtVF5GV6Gu8/s400/IMG_9454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, that bed is so comfy! I'm still dreaming of it every night. And those covers...*drools.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160075059044456354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R5xE7Uyyl6I/AAAAAAAAAUs/qQr2SlBdULo/s400/IMG_9470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After watching some Tennis and this Federer guy, Mummy got me dressed and it was time to head outside! I was tucked into my carrier and I kept really quiet though I heard lots of noises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160076708311898034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R5xGbUyyl7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/0n8w3c1fQ68/s400/IMG_9479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I think I went on a train. And we reached Clark Quay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160076716901832642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R5xGb0yyl8I/AAAAAAAAAU8/xTFa9MR6_W4/s400/IMG_9486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy got me out soon after and I got to walk on the streets in Clark Quay, along Singapore River. Seriously, it's special because you don't see many dogs walking in the city area here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160076725491767250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R5xGcUyyl9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/iQNCNINQ-Ns/s400/IMG_9491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Before I knew it, we were at this dog cafe! I liked the design and there were quite a few dogs in there! All of them were leash-free and played with each other while the hoomans ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160076729786734562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R5xGckyyl-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/KPanrVzKpw0/s400/IMG_9495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And of course, there's a dog menu too. Here's mine, its some meatloaf I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160076734081701874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R5xGc0yyl_I/AAAAAAAAAVU/3jC8_EpWyDE/s400/IMG_9501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I polished it up in mere seconds. *licks. And the best thing was, I got to eat another portion from the other dog's bowl. He's one weird guy who didn't finish his food and his owner allowed me to eat that. And guess what? I polished everything up again!!! That was really a feast. Theirs was some brown rice thing, which tasted good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160078757011298306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R5xISkyymAI/AAAAAAAAAVc/IjRpqnaOLoo/s400/IMG_9516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I played nice with the dogs there though one terrier kept barking at me because I followed him around. Well, I think he's just, trying to act tough. I'm sure he enjoyed my company. And there's so many dogs who tried to sniff me. Perhaps it's my long body, but I can hardly sniff them while they sniffed me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time to leave after awhile and that's a parting shot with the SPCA dog at the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160078761306265618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R5xIS0yymBI/AAAAAAAAAVk/1yP-m4vENrs/s400/IMG_9522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And to prove that I've been to Clark Quay and Singapore River, here's a picture of me on the bridge there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160078765601232930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R5xITEyymCI/AAAAAAAAAVs/cD6Cgx5NYPQ/s400/IMG_9525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;No prizes for guessing what's in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160078769896200242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R5xITUyymDI/AAAAAAAAAV0/R6YgfUBZBtE/s400/IMG_9552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We went back to cut cake at the outdoor garder after dinner. And I feel special, like it was my barkday! I wonder if I'll have a nice cake like that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the night in the...toilet! Oh well, I had this really nice cloth for a bed, but still, it's nowhere near the comfy bed which Daddy and Mummy had all to themselves. I think Mummy is still tramatised by the times when I woke her up at 5am, 6am, 7am, 8am and 9am that she refuse to let me sleep with her anymore. *pouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next morning, they went downstairs for breakfast and left me alone in the toilet after feeding me breakfast. And when they came back, they got me some weird red thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160081973941803090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R5xLN0yymFI/AAAAAAAAAWE/DGKI2M_2ZzU/s400/IMG_9576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They say that it's a strawberry. But I hated it. The only thing which I don't gobble up is bread and strawberry. Mummy thinks it's weird, especially it seems like all dogs love the Japanese bread treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160081978236770402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R5xLOEyymGI/AAAAAAAAAWM/0NgbRhk-mC8/s400/IMG_9583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After that was a skinny dip in the tub. They tried to make me swim, but it's pointless because I can jump up to stand at the edge of the tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160081982531737714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R5xLOUyymHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/22IQxVgWy2o/s400/IMG_9589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So instead of swimming, I was standing all the time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160081991121672322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R5xLO0yymII/AAAAAAAAAWc/iXMh2Gqw7gc/s400/IMG_9611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They gave up eventually though. And I get huddled up in a big big towel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160081995416639634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R5xLPEyymJI/AAAAAAAAAWk/qh5HHzpBHTQ/s400/IMG_9633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to laze on the bed while Mummy and Daddy packed things up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160083103518202018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R5xMPkyymKI/AAAAAAAAAWs/oPI5kPiKYAw/s400/IMG_9638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hee. That's a wink. They realised that I don't blink both eyes together like hoomans do. I wink, or rather blink my eyes one at a time. Thus, there are many pictures of me winking. Am I weird or do all doggies 'wink'? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160083142172907698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R5xMR0yymLI/AAAAAAAAAW0/KU3kDPiFikc/s400/IMG_9658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. It was really really comfy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160083146467875010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R5xMSEyymMI/AAAAAAAAAW8/_6UpG5j4UGw/s400/IMG_9661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started to watch this flat board which was on the mirrors. The one in Mummy's room look more like a box, but this is a flat board with moving pictures and sounds. It's cool! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160083155057809618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R5xMSkyymNI/AAAAAAAAAXE/Vgj0S9-sZdQ/s400/IMG_9664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I got a little cold and climbed into the covers. Mummy caught me in action. *hee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My greatest adventure came to an end as Mummy put me into the carrier and the next thing I know, I'm back home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still missing THAT bed. Thought it's nice to cuddle with Mummy and fall asleep in her arms, I still can't forget THAT bed. Oh well..I hope Mummy can have more birthdays, like...everyday! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining really heavy this Sunday. *yawns. And I got to sleep on Mummy. I don't think I'm going to have a walk today anymore. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dogs had a great weekend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-4278251824679856151?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/4278251824679856151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=4278251824679856151' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/4278251824679856151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/4278251824679856151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2008/01/mummys-birthday-my-adventure-mummy.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R5xE50yyl2I/AAAAAAAAAUM/KLfebuk2Nfo/s72-c/IMG_9415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-7680513919026728195</id><published>2008-01-21T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T15:38:44.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{ Just for Laughs }&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I read that many of my friends are showing their tongues, all of them look so cute! Well, I seldom show my tongue, except when I'm panting but it's impossible to take a picture when I'm like racing ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that day, Mummy brought me to walk all the way to the train station to pick Daddy up. I was sitting outside the train station (because I'm not allowed inside the station), panting. And Mummy managed to get a shot, though not a very good one with her handphone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157837949534471618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R5RSSacIBcI/AAAAAAAAAUE/uPPVOgPnT5I/s400/DSC00503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a pinkish tongue. Hee. Whoever saw this picture laughed. *hrmpz. I hope they're not laughing AT me you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157830815593792930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R5RLzKcIBaI/AAAAAAAAAT0/QZIS-40NixA/s400/IMG_9640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was worst. Daddy was trying to get a nice shot of me on the hotel bed. But it turned out this way! He was laughing non-stop when he showed Mummy the picture. Mummy guessed I yawned with my mouth wide open, but Daddy said it was even better than that. So, I got laughed at again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I reckon I'll do a good deed and let you readers have a good laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-7680513919026728195?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/7680513919026728195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=7680513919026728195' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/7680513919026728195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/7680513919026728195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-for-laughs-so-i-read-that-many-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R5RSSacIBcI/AAAAAAAAAUE/uPPVOgPnT5I/s72-c/DSC00503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-3868610104173504253</id><published>2008-01-20T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T23:36:34.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{ Walkies &amp;amp; Me }&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been enjoying my walks very much. Mummy brings me out for walks at 8-ish almost every weekday. And I'm doing 2km walks now! Daddy commented that I look skinny, but 'big'. Hahas! Isn't that contradicting? What he means is that I'm skinny (he can see my ribs) yet my legs look so muscular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157579800525145474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R5NngKcIBYI/AAAAAAAAATk/dZU9hfKLh8c/s400/IMG_9362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a picture of me after my walk. What do you think? I'm all tired-out and couldn't be bothered about Mummy who was snapping away. As I said, the lightings in Mummy's room sucked, and I dislike taking pictures with flash. It makes me look weird and sometimes my eyes turn red or pink. It's really scary you know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157579804820112786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R5NngacIBZI/AAAAAAAAATs/yTbj6ZcjTZM/s400/IMG_9363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sometimes, when they have nothing better to do, they play with me. Or rather treat me as their toy! *Grrrrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been busy this weekend. Daddy celebrated Mummy's birthday and I'm so happy that I'm a part of the celebrations! We took so many pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to get Mummy to upload them up so that I can show you all. All I can say now is that, I stayed in a nice Boutique hotel for a night, got under the covers (which was really comfy), had a bath in the tub, tried strawberries, had cheese tarts, went to a pet cafe which had lots of dogs, walked on the streets along Clark Quay and had 2 train rides! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully, I didn't get found out and I had a pawsome time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why? Because the bed and covers was so comfy and that I did so many 'illegal' things! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, I just recovered from my pleasant 'shock' and tomorrow, Mummy's best friends are coming over to celebrate her birthday and stay over! *yay. More pawties pleasseee!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-3868610104173504253?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/3868610104173504253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=3868610104173504253' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/3868610104173504253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/3868610104173504253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2008/01/walkies-me-ive-been-enjoying-my-walks.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R5NngKcIBYI/AAAAAAAAATk/dZU9hfKLh8c/s72-c/IMG_9362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-6658880756980284073</id><published>2008-01-13T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T00:58:20.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{  I'm Growing!  }&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Nov: 2.0kg&lt;br /&gt;07 Dec: 2.9kg&lt;br /&gt;04 Jan: 3.9kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only 2 months and my weight has almost doubled!  Mummy is quite amazed by the rate I'm growing and she says I'm getting quite heavy - her shoulders ache when she brings me out in the carrier.  And obviously, I'm growing alot longer!  So long that Mummy's Mum scolded her for not buying me a bigger bed for my head seem to be sticking out.  Oh well...I don't mind a bigger new bed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I ain't all that big.  The vet even said that I was quite lean and Mummy can afford to feed me more.  But she thinks it's good being lean and those walks keep me lean.  At least she's more generous with her treats nowadays.  I get some meaty stuff after walks!  &lt;em&gt;*grins&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I heard that Mummy's birthday is coming and some of her friends is coming over for steamboat!  *yay.  I love pawties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that Mummy got a 'Top Dog' Scrapbook from her friend?  It's so apt, for me!  &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's lazy to upload pictures, not that I've been taking alot since my walks are at night and it's too dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend friends!  I'm glad you guys liked the song, I like it too.  &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-6658880756980284073?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/6658880756980284073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=6658880756980284073' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/6658880756980284073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/6658880756980284073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-growing-18-nov-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-8919021904819378171</id><published>2008-01-09T00:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T00:29:06.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{ Getting Comfy }&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy has been bringing me on walks everyday lately! We go after dinner lately, after it's dark. And I'm getting stronger, we usually do like 2km, with some sprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's addicted to the 9pm show on Channel 8 called Golden Path. Every night, after the walk, she cleans me up and bathe before cuddling me in her lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R4OjgacIBVI/AAAAAAAAATM/ltiBm-bkwes/s1600-h/DSC00467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R4OjgacIBVI/AAAAAAAAATM/ltiBm-bkwes/s400/DSC00467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me looking orangy under Mummy's bedside lamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R4OjgacIBWI/AAAAAAAAATU/Ap-zNk9P7fw/s1600-h/DSC00471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R4OjgacIBWI/AAAAAAAAATU/Ap-zNk9P7fw/s400/DSC00471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's me having my tummy rub. Mummy just keep rubbing my tummy as she has her eyes glued on the TV. I'd rather she look at me though, but I'm not complaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R4OjgqcIBXI/AAAAAAAAATc/uE-6KQAmuPE/s1600-h/DSC00472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R4OjgqcIBXI/AAAAAAAAATc/uE-6KQAmuPE/s400/DSC00472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's another one. Mummy says I seem to be smiling. Well, I've been a happy boy recently. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These nights, I've been really tired after the walks. I've got lots of fun, but when I'm getting comfy on Mummy's lap, I fall asleep. And those walks have made me sleep really well these nights. *yawns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Hope all my pawfriends are having fun too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-8919021904819378171?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/8919021904819378171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=8919021904819378171' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/8919021904819378171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/8919021904819378171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2008/01/getting-comfy-mummy-has-been-bringing_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R4OjgacIBVI/AAAAAAAAATM/ltiBm-bkwes/s72-c/DSC00467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-5379304040786291733</id><published>2008-01-05T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T18:03:21.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pawty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vet'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{ Updates &amp;amp; Pawty }&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much has been happening and I haven't had the time to update everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, Mummy brought me to K9 Kulture, this place which caters for dogs. There's a pool, a dog run, a massage place, grooming place, bakery and even day-care center. But when we went there on a weekday afternoon, that place was deserted! There were dogs in the day-care though, but there's basically nothing to do there. Even though Mummy wanted to let me try swimming, there's certain time slots and I've missed the time. Swimming is $12 a session, and the session depends mostly on the dogs, which will swim in groups with a trainer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151667984200631394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R35mvKcIBGI/AAAAAAAAARU/bTyzGUu9GgU/s400/IMG_9101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;These big dogs in the day-care kept barking at me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151667997085533298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R35mv6cIBHI/AAAAAAAAARc/DvF2apIW2x0/s400/IMG_9104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;There was really nothing to do after Mummy went to find out more about the swimming and day care services. The dog run was covered with canvas, probably because it was raining or that there isn't many dogs going there in the weekdays. And since the grass was quite tall, I didn't like them poking into me (I'm quite short remember?) Yiyi and Cici didn't like the grass too, so Mummy and Daddy brought me away from the dog run. Even the cafe for hoomans was deserted! So Mummy brought me to U.S. Dog Bakery there and got me some food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151668001380500610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R35mwKcIBII/AAAAAAAAARk/1LGSfoW0F2c/s400/IMG_9107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The lady there served me a meatloaf which Mummy chose for me. It was in a plate with knife and fork! Did they mistaken me for a hooman?? I gobbled it up in no time and drank some water from the bowl they provided. *yummy. But too bad there wasn't cookies there, else I can make Mummy buy some for me. I loved the cookies she bought the last time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life's good since Mummy's back from holidays. I'm kept nice and clean, and my area is contstantly cleaned. But the best thing is that I've got lots of company as Mummy is home alot lately. She plays with me and brings me for walks almost everyday. That makes me a really happy puppy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151668018560369826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R35mxKcIBKI/AAAAAAAAAR0/UP4kr6NfpC0/s400/IMG_9116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Mummy is trying to study and rush assignments, I'm sitting right by her chair, in my bed, looking at her. I was hoping that she dump her books and come play with me instead. Isn't it obvious that I'm alot more fun than those books?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151668005675467922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R35mwacIBJI/AAAAAAAAARs/XakzLFgUbV0/s400/IMG_9112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes when I'm bored I play with the ginger bread man toy Daddy bought me for Christmas. He's really quite strong! His ribbon and head hasn't dropped off though I've been biting it violently! *hrmpz. I think I need to bite it more. But I only get to bite it when I'm in Mummy's room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the 30th, Mummy brought me out to a pawty! I was really excited because she gave me a dry bath again, to make sure I'm nice-smelling when I'm going to meet alot of people. She asked me if I would like to go 'gai-gai' (means going out). Of course I wanted to! My tail kept wagging and I let her groom me. I even stayed in my area quietly, waiting at the door while Mummy went to bathe and prepare for the pawty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evening finally came and Mummy came to pick, put on a SuperDog tee for me! Daddy came to pick us up after awhile and I was really happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151670685735060658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R35pMacIBLI/AAAAAAAAAR8/WMC4VDwyqos/s400/IMG_9118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first, I was really fascinated by the cars and moving trees outside. Boy, they run faster than me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151670690030027970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R35pMqcIBMI/AAAAAAAAASE/DhgHtvNeLUw/s400/IMG_9127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I soon grew tired and lay on Mummy's lap instead. Those running trees were making me dizzy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151670715799831762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R35pOKcIBNI/AAAAAAAAASM/-D3zULKu52s/s400/IMG_9130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we reached there quite early, about 5pm, the pawty hasn't started. Mummy and Daddy brought me out for a walk around there. They brought me to a pet shop opposite called 'Joy Doggy' and bought me a new tennis-rope toy! I love it! The tennis balls are all furry now because I bit them really hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151670720094799074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R35pOacIBOI/AAAAAAAAASU/oefZJjEisRA/s400/IMG_9134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And while I was there, Mummy's cousin got me this tennis ball which I loved! Tennis balls are my new-found love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151670728684733682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R35pO6cIBPI/AAAAAAAAASc/S7pYepQxcxM/s400/IMG_9135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And her cousin was playing with me alot of the time. In fact all the children there loved me and it was quite tiring playing for hours with SooOoOooOO many kids! It got me really excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151672841808643330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R35rJ6cIBQI/AAAAAAAAASk/SWM6ykjZQYo/s400/IMG_9151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I got tired after sometime and I ended up on Mummy's lap again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151672846103610642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R35rKKcIBRI/AAAAAAAAASs/6FB8VeF-DPo/s400/IMG_9157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And Daddy's lap too. In fact, I was on countless people's lap that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151672854693545250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R35rKqcIBSI/AAAAAAAAAS0/e9KY7yiOY1k/s400/IMG_9161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I noticed that all of them were standing around something, with an electric fan. I saw many red things flying out from it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151672858988512562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R35rK6cIBTI/AAAAAAAAAS8/rC44G4BQYuE/s400/IMG_9168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mummy brought me closer and to my horror, I saw this! It was really hot and looks quite scary. They even joked about putting me on it to make a 'hotdog'!!! That scared the hell out of me and I scurried back to Mummy's lap for cover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151672867578447170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R35rLacIBUI/AAAAAAAAATE/fEexmS6eTb8/s400/IMG_9175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After awhile everyone went outside while I was leashed near the door. All of them seemed to be having fun and there was ALOT of delicious food! The only bad thing of the night was that I wasn't offered any food at all! I know I had my kibbles, but those stuff looked really good after it was put on the scary flames! I just stayed there and look at them eat. Bummer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Towards the night I was really tired and was dozing off on Mummy's lap. I was really tired after hours of action as the kids keep coming to play with me. I enjoyed the night alot and I've to thank Mummy's aunt and uncle for inviting us over, and allowed me as well. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I didn't dirty their house, I just peed right outside their house (but Daddy washed it down with water). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy says it's the first time she has seen me played till I was too tired to play anymore. The kids still wanted to play but I was dozing off on her lap, refusing to move even when she put me down. *heee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still, I love pawties! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy brought me to the Joyous Vet for my third and last vacination today! *yay I can finally go out officially. We waited for like 2 hours because Mummy couldn't get an appointment, it was fully booked. Yiyi and Cici insisted on tagging along. I met many nice doggies there, especially this 3 months old schnauzer. We played quite abit and ran in circles, it was fun. I got jabbed in the butt this time and it didn't hurt much, I didn't even make a noise. The last jab on my neck was really painful, I kept yelping. But still, jabs make me feel weak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope your new year was as pawsome as mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-5379304040786291733?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/5379304040786291733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=5379304040786291733' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/5379304040786291733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/5379304040786291733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2008/01/updates-pawty-so-much-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R35mvKcIBGI/AAAAAAAAARU/bTyzGUu9GgU/s72-c/IMG_9101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-6442942343774967781</id><published>2007-12-28T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T23:55:06.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UcVqcIBCI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Ju9_OlHD7fM/s400/DSC00413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me looking handsome.  Mummy wiped me with a wet cloth and put powder on me after a walk.  She says it's a dry bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UcV6cIBDI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ixFCvBqyESQ/s1600-h/DSC00414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UcV6cIBDI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ixFCvBqyESQ/s400/DSC00414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really tired after the walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UcWacIBEI/AAAAAAAAARE/vqbOEowLoMc/s1600-h/DSC00418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UcWacIBEI/AAAAAAAAARE/vqbOEowLoMc/s400/DSC00418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I'm looking good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UcVqcIBCI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Ju9_OlHD7fM/s1600-h/DSC00413.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UcWqcIBFI/AAAAAAAAARM/F73YNDmN2pM/s1600-h/DSC00359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UcWqcIBFI/AAAAAAAAARM/F73YNDmN2pM/s400/DSC00359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UcVqcIBCI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Ju9_OlHD7fM/s1600-h/DSC00413.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Mummy let me walk on these weird stones.  It's hard so walk on such surface!  I ended up lying down when I saw an interesting leave.  But it's not comfy at all, with stones poking at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-6442942343774967781?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/6442942343774967781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=6442942343774967781' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/6442942343774967781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/6442942343774967781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2007/12/thats-me-looking-handsome.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UcVqcIBCI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Ju9_OlHD7fM/s72-c/DSC00413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-6967292118436845169</id><published>2007-12-28T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T23:58:13.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;{ I'm Back! }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3Ua_acIA-I/AAAAAAAAAQU/1Jg5RBddkZw/s1600-h/DSC00425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3Ua_acIA-I/AAAAAAAAAQU/1Jg5RBddkZw/s400/DSC00425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy brought me back on Wednesday and got me cleaned up. I've my room back and a new bed! I've got only half the bed left though. Anyway, I made a mess of my room today. I jumped and jumped to reach the toilet paper and kept pulling at it. I had so much fun! That was till Mummy found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3Ua_qcIA_I/AAAAAAAAAQc/zKiM3F2XVD0/s1600-h/DSC00407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3Ua_qcIA_I/AAAAAAAAAQc/zKiM3F2XVD0/s400/DSC00407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm home, I've been on walks which left me really tired. Walks are usually about 1km with alot of sprints because I love trying to catch yiy and cici who always walk ahead of me. Mummy thinks I'm really cute when I lie down with my legs like that. I seldom do that, unless I'm really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3Ua_6cIBAI/AAAAAAAAAQk/bQnoJgrSF4o/s1600-h/DSC00420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3Ua_6cIBAI/AAAAAAAAAQk/bQnoJgrSF4o/s400/DSC00420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;And when I'm really tired, I just lie there without moving even when Mummy snaps away. She loves making use of the chance to snap pictures of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3Ua_6cIBBI/AAAAAAAAAQs/f4ii3hazZqU/s1600-h/DSC00416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3Ua_6cIBBI/AAAAAAAAAQs/f4ii3hazZqU/s400/DSC00416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;See, I just lie there and rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-6967292118436845169?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/6967292118436845169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=6967292118436845169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/6967292118436845169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/6967292118436845169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-back-mummy-brought-me-back-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3Ua_acIA-I/AAAAAAAAAQU/1Jg5RBddkZw/s72-c/DSC00425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-5036161863419785117</id><published>2007-12-28T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T23:32:19.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UXAacIA6I/AAAAAAAAAP0/A-qqCfRfLyc/s400/IMG_9069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I love my new bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UXAqcIA7I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vgNS01VVZaw/s1600-h/IMG_9070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UXAqcIA7I/AAAAAAAAAP8/vgNS01VVZaw/s400/IMG_9070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh.  It's so comfy I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UXAqcIA8I/AAAAAAAAAQE/fTOy4c9S64k/s1600-h/IMG_9083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UXAqcIA8I/AAAAAAAAAQE/fTOy4c9S64k/s400/IMG_9083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it smells different, abit weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UXA6cIA9I/AAAAAAAAAQM/qJHgkyIlpdU/s1600-h/IMG_9077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UXA6cIA9I/AAAAAAAAAQM/qJHgkyIlpdU/s400/IMG_9077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UXAacIA6I/AAAAAAAAAP0/A-qqCfRfLyc/s1600-h/IMG_9069.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I love my bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the problem is that I've showed my love for my bed by bitting it.  And it has got this hole at the bottom which is made of some plastic material.  I took the cushion out and had such a good time biting it.  But apparently, Mummy caught me and she took the outside part away.  I'm left with the cushion, which is still really comfy though.  Oh, and it has got my smell now, don't smell weird anymore.  =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-5036161863419785117?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/5036161863419785117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=5036161863419785117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/5036161863419785117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/5036161863419785117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2007/12/did-i-mention-that-i-love-my-new-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UXAacIA6I/AAAAAAAAAP0/A-qqCfRfLyc/s72-c/IMG_9069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-1509226159589460613</id><published>2007-12-28T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T23:25:37.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UVbqcIA2I/AAAAAAAAAPU/tfRsYDGfJ-g/s400/IMG_9022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy got me a present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UVb6cIA3I/AAAAAAAAAPc/3ALMIwhwuZY/s1600-h/IMG_9023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UVb6cIA3I/AAAAAAAAAPc/3ALMIwhwuZY/s400/IMG_9023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mummy got a present from Daddy too, which was bigger.  *hrmpz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UVcKcIA4I/AAAAAAAAAPk/wefFSyffBkk/s1600-h/IMG_9087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UVcKcIA4I/AAAAAAAAAPk/wefFSyffBkk/s400/IMG_9087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's me decked out in my Christmas suit.  But I didn't go anywhere in that though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UVcacIA5I/AAAAAAAAAPs/FaKbKt0--kc/s1600-h/IMG_9097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UVcacIA5I/AAAAAAAAAPs/FaKbKt0--kc/s400/IMG_9097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; I look alot more like my hoomans wearing this shirt!  But the lightings in Mummy's room sucked.  It made me look so dark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-1509226159589460613?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/1509226159589460613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=1509226159589460613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/1509226159589460613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/1509226159589460613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2007/12/daddy-got-me-present-and-mummy-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UVbqcIA2I/AAAAAAAAAPU/tfRsYDGfJ-g/s72-c/IMG_9022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-8521281298452566402</id><published>2007-12-28T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T23:20:13.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UUKacIAyI/AAAAAAAAAO0/xOMCMYVNOiE/s400/DSC00367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening my present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UUK6cIAzI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ID6HLcapw9k/s1600-h/DSC00368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UUK6cIAzI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ID6HLcapw9k/s400/DSC00368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I helped Mummy open hers too.  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UULKcIA0I/AAAAAAAAAPE/jWTkHXLVSEM/s1600-h/DSC00370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UULKcIA0I/AAAAAAAAAPE/jWTkHXLVSEM/s400/DSC00370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is a ginger bread man!  He's so cute and I couldn't wait to bite off his ribbon, and head.  *opps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UUKacIAyI/AAAAAAAAAO0/xOMCMYVNOiE/s1600-h/DSC00367.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UULacIA1I/AAAAAAAAAPM/Q6Ir_2KeOiY/s1600-h/DSC00381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UULacIA1I/AAAAAAAAAPM/Q6Ir_2KeOiY/s400/DSC00381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; And Mummy had a pet carrier!  More like I've got a new bag!  I knew Daddy loved me more.  *winks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-8521281298452566402?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/8521281298452566402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=8521281298452566402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/8521281298452566402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/8521281298452566402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2007/12/opening-my-present-actually-i-helped.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R3UUKacIAyI/AAAAAAAAAO0/xOMCMYVNOiE/s72-c/DSC00367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-8279217782377551209</id><published>2007-12-21T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T11:23:20.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;{ Mummy's Back and Gone }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy was finally back from her Bangkok trip on Wednesday night.  I almost thought she wasn't coming back anymore.  I've been trying so hard to make her come back!  Even when I pee and poo at the wrong places and dirty myself, she didn't come back to wash me up!  Everyone said I was smelly though they tried to clean me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Mummy got ALOT of stuff for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2smxKcIAhI/AAAAAAAAAMs/z4GJz4JKuWA/s1600-h/IMG_8423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2smxKcIAhI/AAAAAAAAAMs/z4GJz4JKuWA/s400/IMG_8423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146249625258689042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She came here on Sunday, early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2smxacIAiI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-EdQPU8czEc/s1600-h/IMG_8431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2smxacIAiI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-EdQPU8czEc/s400/IMG_8431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146249629553656354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2smx6cIAjI/AAAAAAAAAM8/wY7R3TPyjh0/s1600-h/IMG_8434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2smx6cIAjI/AAAAAAAAAM8/wY7R3TPyjh0/s400/IMG_8434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146249638143590962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2smyKcIAkI/AAAAAAAAANE/UyYWUVxyhx0/s1600-h/IMG_8438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2smyKcIAkI/AAAAAAAAANE/UyYWUVxyhx0/s400/IMG_8438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146249642438558274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And after shopping for hours for her own stuff, she went to the pet section.  There were so many dogs!  She says I'm really lucky compared to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, she got me my beds, some chews, toys and quite abit of clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, she went in search of pet shops at Sukumvit.  She said she walked 20 minutes from the train station before she finally reached this beautiful place.  It's a shopping center called J Avenue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2soW6cIAlI/AAAAAAAAANM/Fo7i6ievEdo/s1600-h/IMG_8478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2soW6cIAlI/AAAAAAAAANM/Fo7i6ievEdo/s400/IMG_8478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146251373310378578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They had lots of chews!  There's sushi, carrots, dounuts, sausage buns.....It's just like the hoomans' food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2soX6cIAoI/AAAAAAAAANk/FCt-NwTwlPs/s1600-h/IMG_8487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2soX6cIAoI/AAAAAAAAANk/FCt-NwTwlPs/s400/IMG_8487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146251390490247810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She got me some carrots, sushi, hotdogs and small chews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2soYacIApI/AAAAAAAAANs/o70eAQ6yjZs/s1600-h/IMG_8488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2soYacIApI/AAAAAAAAANs/o70eAQ6yjZs/s400/IMG_8488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146251399080182418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The shop even had lots of pretty beds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2spPKcIAqI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jHgOhXqlUtE/s1600-h/IMG_8489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2spPKcIAqI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jHgOhXqlUtE/s400/IMG_8489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146252339678020258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And alot of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2st-KcIAwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/hAL-AUXHJ7g/s1600-h/IMG_8485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2st-KcIAwI/AAAAAAAAAOk/hAL-AUXHJ7g/s400/IMG_8485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146257545178383106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With a nice view to top it off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2st-acIAxI/AAAAAAAAAOs/7lpDIMBO1tM/s1600-h/IMG_8483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2st-acIAxI/AAAAAAAAAOs/7lpDIMBO1tM/s400/IMG_8483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146257549473350418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's many nice cafes and chill out places there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2spPqcIArI/AAAAAAAAAN8/VljKTmK--MY/s1600-h/IMG_8486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2spPqcIArI/AAAAAAAAAN8/VljKTmK--MY/s400/IMG_8486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146252348267954866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, the pet shop is called Prima Dog, on the third level.  This is the entrance.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also a few pet shops around that area.  She got me some stuff from this Thonglor Pet hospital shop too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, here are all my loots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2srA6cIAsI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l4UQDf00xqc/s1600-h/IMG_8531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2srA6cIAsI/AAAAAAAAAOE/l4UQDf00xqc/s400/IMG_8531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146254293888139970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here are all my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2srBacIAtI/AAAAAAAAAOM/v9rXN5SB1U0/s1600-h/IMG_8532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2srBacIAtI/AAAAAAAAAOM/v9rXN5SB1U0/s400/IMG_8532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146254302478074578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy tried on that golden one for me, and it fits really nicely.  Mummy thinks I've seem to grow so much bigger since she left.  Well, that's puppies for her!  I'm a growing boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I can enjoy Mummy's company enough, she left me at the house next door so that her cousin can take care of me.  The pomerian Duo Duo is kinda scary!  He keeps chasing me everywhere and try to climb on me.  I've got no idea what's he doing.  Mummy says he's humping me, but what does that mean exactly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really happy when she was back, especially when she got me so many things.  But I was really smelly she says, and she wasn't too happy that I peed everywhere.  *opps.  It's her fault for leaving me behind!  At least she bathed me and I got hugs before she left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's in KL now.  I hope she comes back with some nice things for me soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-8279217782377551209?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/8279217782377551209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=8279217782377551209' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/8279217782377551209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/8279217782377551209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2007/12/mummys-back-and-gone-mummy-was-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2smxKcIAhI/AAAAAAAAAMs/z4GJz4JKuWA/s72-c/IMG_8423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-4771884518461946485</id><published>2007-12-14T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T23:17:49.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{ Mummy's leaving }&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy brought me for a walk, bathed me, scrubed my room and pee tray clean.  Chye jie jie and JH kor kor even came over to play with me.  I was so tired and Mummy even let me lay on her tummy while she watched TV!  That was really 'shiok'.  It was really a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised that Mummy's leaving for Bangkok.  No wonder she's so nice to me.  She says I'll be well taken care of and she'll buy me lots of stuff.  But I'd rather have her around everyday you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sigh.&lt;/em&gt;  So, I'll only be back in a few days time.  Lets hope Mummy comes home soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-4771884518461946485?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/4771884518461946485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=4771884518461946485' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/4771884518461946485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/4771884518461946485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2007/12/mummys-leaving-mummy-brought-me-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-9010266922714416231</id><published>2007-12-13T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T17:46:17.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{ Finally! A walk! }&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's really cloudy outside with thunder and lightning. It's all gloomy and dark. To think it was just rather sunny a few hours ago. It has been sunny this morning, Mummy even sun-ed my bed under the sun to prevent it from becoming stinky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mummy's mum have been complaining that I'm smelly, the can smell me right from the first storey while I'm on the third. It's really not me, it's the pee tray and my pee, especially when the windows are opened really tiny since it's raining so much lately. I do get cold you know! So my smell stays in the house with the stale air. But I'm having my bath tomorrow and Mummy's going to scrub my room too. *&lt;em&gt;yay!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah, the main thing is that I went for a walk today! It has been so long since I had a walk and being coped up at home means I've to much energy left in me. Obviously, I let it all out once I had the chance just now! Mummy finally brought me for a walk after she finish teaching tuition for the day. She's also feeling alot better though she still has blocked noes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was the first time I ran really fast! Mummy, yiyi and cici had a good laugh seeing me 'gallop'. And obviously it made me feel really good and I went even faster! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was panting after the run though. We covered almost 1km. And Mummy wasn't too happy that I peed at the pavement just before crossing the road. I didn't want to pee on the grass when she asked me to. &lt;em&gt;*sigh&lt;/em&gt;. I'm too used to pee-ing on hard ground. Even in the front porch, I'd rather pee on the stone tiles than pee on the carpet grass. *&lt;em&gt;opps.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3f07bd3f6ab748f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D03f07bd3f6ab748f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330323973%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25A33F300ED7C982EBC5DB2D1EAB2B12B444B99D.61A0F5CC57574046606E3082FB5A2862183043E6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3f07bd3f6ab748f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEzFlIEus_zH7hXs2Ny4eh0oWqAY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D03f07bd3f6ab748f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330323973%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25A33F300ED7C982EBC5DB2D1EAB2B12B444B99D.61A0F5CC57574046606E3082FB5A2862183043E6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3f07bd3f6ab748f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEzFlIEus_zH7hXs2Ny4eh0oWqAY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So here's a video of me running really fast. Maybe I can take part in some race for small dogs? I think I might have a chance, though my legs are so short. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143388590369292258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2D8rA7CP-I/AAAAAAAAAMc/cPa1KoP8jdY/s400/DSC00351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's me, panting all the way but still wanting to run! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143388586074324946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2D8qw7CP9I/AAAAAAAAAMU/Ojbvtm3QE2s/s400/DSC00350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then I resting while Mummy asked me to stay so yiyi can take a picture of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143388594664259570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2D8rQ7CP_I/AAAAAAAAAMk/6wtOFFjtwdk/s400/DSC00348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at Mummy's hand.  Because everytime she puts her hand out and says stay, and I stay, I'll usually get some reward.  &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-9010266922714416231?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3f07bd3f6ab748f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/9010266922714416231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=9010266922714416231' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/9010266922714416231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/9010266922714416231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2007/12/finally-walk-its-really-cloudy-outside.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2D8rA7CP-I/AAAAAAAAAMc/cPa1KoP8jdY/s72-c/DSC00351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-1449261542351687352</id><published>2007-12-13T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T01:02:43.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{ Orchard Road }&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been there. Mummy says it's not a place for dogs. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=( &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'll probably never ever be there anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mummy showed me pictures. She says it's the most famous shopping area in Singapore, everyone who comes to Singapore will visit Orchard Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143131643950808994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2AS-w7CP6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Bs5Tg4L7EYI/s400/DSC00332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went there with Daddy sometime last week.  And it was raining so heavily.  This was when she was hiding in the shelter, waiting to cross the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143131652540743602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2AS_Q7CP7I/AAAAAAAAAME/Km0_ddtwHxc/s400/DSC00333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was when she was crossing the road.  The rain was so heavy and the roads so slippery that this was the only shot she managed without getting wet or slipping and fall.  It's kinda artistic if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143131661130678210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2AS_w7CP8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/7LJ5er6PQ8Q/s400/DSC00334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was a shot after she crossed the road safely, in the safety of the shelters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  I think I might be happier in my warm and comfy bed afterall!  I can't imagine myself trying to cross the roads in that rain.  I'm bound to get all wet since I've got short legs and people will be splashing water all over me when they rush to the shelters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like an interesting place though.  Mummy should bring me there when it's NOT raining.  &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-1449261542351687352?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/1449261542351687352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=1449261542351687352' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/1449261542351687352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/1449261542351687352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2007/12/orchard-road-ive-never-been-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R2AS-w7CP6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Bs5Tg4L7EYI/s72-c/DSC00332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-5416634100319636509</id><published>2007-12-13T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T01:03:28.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{ All about Chinook }&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast 830am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One small teaspoon of milk powder with water just enough to cover the base of the bowl with 4 level spoons of kibbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch 2pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half scoop of milk powder (just below the first marking of the plastic spoon inside the tin) with water about 1/3 of the bowl. Mix with tap water but make sure all powder has been mixed properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinner 630pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;4 level spoons of kibbles or 3 level spoons of kibbles with a scoop of canned food. Canned food must be brought to room temperature if stored in fridge. I usually pour little boiling water onto the cold food to bring it to room temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Treats&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can understand commands like sit, stay, down, shake hand and up. When he does them correctly or pee and poo in the right place, reward him with a small treat. Not too much though. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; Try to make him sit and stay still before you feed him his meals. He’ll get really excited once he sees food but be firm. If he whines or barks, say ‘AHHH! No!” and walk away. Come back after awhile and ask him to sit and stay again. He’ll get it after a few times. It’s quite easy for me, but he tends to try his luck and bully others. He usually finishes his food in less than 1 minute. But in case he doesn't finish his food, remove it after 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toys and Play-time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinook has many chew toys and 3 squeaky toys (Hamburger, bone and ball). Interchange these 3 everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinook loves the vegetable chews; replenish it when you don’t see them around anymore. His favorite is the orange carrot one. Those are edible and he usually finishes one in a day or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let him out to run about and play as often as you can supervise him. DO NOT leave him unsupervised as he will probably be biting up your stuff at some corner. His favorites are rugs, cloths; wooden corners. He’s really fast so try to let him run in a room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he gets too wild while playing, especially with a lot of people around. If he starts barking a lot or try to bite, put in back into his playpen and ignore him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he barks, IGNORE him. Do not scold him or try to smack him. Just leave him alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has his collar on, just hook on the leash if you’re bringing him out for walks. Try to avoid grass patches as he has not finished his injections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean his paws with a wet towel after walks. If he’s dirty or smells, sprinkle some powder on him and just spread them evenly onto his coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pee tray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He usually poo about 3 times a day. The first time is in the late afternoon, you can clear his poo when you feed him lunch. The second time in the late afternoon, you can clear it during dinner. Third time is at night, about 8-9pm. Try to clear before you go to bed. He will poo in the pee tray or around it (aim wrongly) but sometimes when there’s poo on the tray, he’ll pee right beside the tray. Maybe because he doesn’t want to go near his poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clear his pee tray at least once a day. Just pour away his pee in the toilet bowl and rinse it with water few times before wiping it dry with toilet paper. I’ll usually spray the bitter water at the 2 sides to prevent him from biting and playing with the pee tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes biting, so anything which you do not want him to bite, spray the bitter water on it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He has a ready supply of water throughout the day, just refill it when it's running low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he can’t get along with Duo Duo, just put him in the playpen. He can get too friendly and not all dogs like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not feed him too much or try to smack him as he’ll become defensive and bark at you or try to bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he’s having diarrhea or looking really lethargic or needs a vet for some reason, contact Joel. Ask him to bring Chinook to the Joyous Vet at Sunshine Place. He knows the place. Chinook’s card is in the bag.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was what Mummy gave Fen jiejie. Mummy's going Bangkok with Daddy from the 15th to the 19th, so cici, yiyi and Fen jiejie will be looking after me. But when the whole family goes to KL from the 20th to 23rd, I'll go over to Fen jiejie's house which is just one house away. Mummy says my room will look the same because their house is exactly the same as ours. Mummy also said that Fen jiejie will be looking after another pomerian, Duo Duo. I heard that he's really obedient and quiet. I hope he plays with me though. I'm really not like what Mummy wrote! Not everything anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still raining everyday and it's wet everywhere. Mummy refuses to bring me out because she says I'm still a 'baby' who hasn't finished my doses of injection. Moreover, ticks and fleas are more active during wet days and who knows what germs and disease lurk around. &lt;em&gt;*sigh&lt;/em&gt;. It doesn't help that Mummy is sick and down with flu. She don't even feel like asking me to me to sit when I'm jumping around, she just gives that exasperated look. She's really no fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. These rainy days are making me feel so lazy. I don't even feel like running around much. I just sit on my bed to chew my favourite toys or nap. My bed is right at the door for me to lie or sit there, hoping someone will come play with me. At least I get to run around in Mummy's room. Whenever Mummy opens the gate and ask me to go, I'll dash right to her room. &lt;em&gt;*grins&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm wondering what are my friends doing? Are they staying in like me too or are they lucky enough to have good weather for walks? &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-5416634100319636509?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/5416634100319636509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=5416634100319636509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/5416634100319636509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/5416634100319636509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-about-chinook-feeding-breakfast.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-3843555893714547846</id><published>2007-12-10T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T23:25:42.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{ Vet : ECP : U.S. Dog bakery }&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still raining EVERYDAY! No walks for me. *&lt;em&gt;pouts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, Mummy came to me and kept asking me to pee. It's really weird because she usually leaves me alone after my dinner and I'll nap before waking up to poo. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But she suddenly came instead of going down for her dinner. I was still happy despite being awoken from my nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't manage to make me pee though. And I gathered that she was bringing me out! It was really a pleasant surprise! 7pm at night! So I happily got leashed and was running around in the living room while Mummy went to get some water and get ready for my outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy came to pick us up awhile later, cici and yiyi joined me on the outing. I was happily looking at moving cars in Mummy's lap. I later realised that they were bringing me to the vet for the second injection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met this really BIG Golden Retriever outside the vet. He's so big and he kept wanting to come near me. Though Mummy kept asking me to make friends with him, I was rather apprehensive that I just hid behind Mummy's back while he tried to sniff me. Mummy had to carry me right infront of him while I stayed really still, and he sniffed me all over. Luckily, the vet came to ask for me right after! &lt;em&gt;*phew&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a different vet from the last time because this is a free injection given by the pet shop. It's a 20 minute car ride from home. The vet was really young and friendly, they have a wooden table instead of the metal one. She even fed me this liquid which tasted weird, but I finished it up anyway. Just when I thought I was safe, Mummy held me while she tried to poke a needle into me! I yelped and struggled even before the needle went in. A strong-looking man came to hold me instead and I got poked. It wasn't too painful actually, but really itchy. Thank god it was over in a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vet said I was lean and Mummy can afford to feed me more. I &lt;strong&gt;TOLD&lt;/strong&gt; Mummy I needed more food! But Mummy thinks being lean is good, else being on a diet is worst. Since I've got milk everyday and a shiny coat, she thinks I'm fine. And since I've grown from 2.0kg just 3 weeks before to 2.8kg now, it's kinda hard to convince her to feed me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy thinks I should be rewarded because I was quite a brave boy. Daddy drove to U.S Bakery because Mummy wanted to get me some biscuites. A dog bakery just for me! Too bad it was closed. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=( &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I thought that's all for the night, but they drove me to East Coast Park because Mummy and Daddy haven't had their dinner and there isn't many place which allows me. But sadly, I was still not allowed, to the surprise of Mummy and Daddy. But they still sat at a corner and put me below the chairs though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142353542463257986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R11PTS_-fYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/KtmnXAOV4lM/s400/IMG_8237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor me, I had to 'hide' below the tables and chairs while they ate happily! But it isn't too bad though, because I can 'hooman-watch' and there are some people who keep staring at me. I think it's because I'm really cute. But Mummy was afraid that we might be chased away and she was rather wary of all that attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142353563938094498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R11PUi_-faI/AAAAAAAAAK8/yUf5K8ij4Xk/s400/IMG_8194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what they ate. It looks really delicious! I didn't even get ANYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142353551053192594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R11PTy_-fZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/S6bXCF_cGbM/s400/IMG_8244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left right after the meal though. Because this sign was staring right at us. I'll take this down and chew it into pieces if I could. I think Mummy would let me do it too. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met quite a few friends there. There was this really cute poodle in this hawaiian shirt. She was so shy and ran away from me. I managed to kiss her on her cheek though. But she got angry and started growling and barking.&lt;em&gt; *opps&lt;/em&gt;. And Mummy pulled us apart. When we were leaving she was still growling at us! Such an unfriendly dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And we met another Chihuahua. She was really tiny, even smaller than me. And she was poo-ing near this waterfall. She wasn't too happy to see me really. She kept wanting to dash towards me, barking. Ahhh. Needless to say, Mummy pulled me away too. &lt;em&gt;*sigh&lt;/em&gt;. I really need some friends to play with you know. Though I'm happy that there are hoomans playing with me, saying how cute I am or asking about me, it's different from having a doggy friend! Where are all the friendly dogs?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I managed to hold all my pee and poo for more than 3 hours while I was outside. Mummy brought me to my pee tray once we got home and I immediately peed and pooed. Mummy was really happy with me. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Saturday, Mummy left home after feeding me milk in the afternoon. She must have went dating with Daddy. I think they should just stay at home to play with me instead! But I was feeling sore after the needle poked into me the day before and spent the day zZzZZzz away in the nice-cool-rainy weather. When they finally came home, I was so happy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142357287674740146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R11StS_-fbI/AAAAAAAAALE/0OTdpB774rQ/s400/IMG_8247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;See what Mummy got for me? U.S. Doggie Bakery cookies! She went back to get them for me! She didn't forget about me afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142357442293562818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R11S2S_-fcI/AAAAAAAAALM/0aEfMI-RkP8/s400/IMG_8248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See, isn't this cute? Christmas is coming!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142357472358333906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R11S4C_-fdI/AAAAAAAAALU/si9eN2mif_s/s400/IMG_8251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Daddy got me a squeeky ball too. He says this can roll unlike all my other toys. And Mummy made me sit and stay before I get to play with my ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142357502423104994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R11S5y_-feI/AAAAAAAAALc/ne8qvBQDdLM/s400/IMG_8256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And finally, I've got some biscuits!! And again, I've to sit and stay. It's really unnerving you know, wanting something yet having to sit there and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142359147395579378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R11UZi_-ffI/AAAAAAAAALk/lztAyyeg3PM/s400/IMG_8297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mummy even got me meatballs! I had them for breakfast and dinner the past 2 days. It's all gone though. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142359160280481282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R11UaS_-fgI/AAAAAAAAALs/Gb3WHfxwZTg/s400/IMG_8300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mummy kept the rest of the biscuits into this container. I've been looking forward to them the past few days. I only get a few of them in the afternoon. *slurps. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142359198935186962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R11Uci_-fhI/AAAAAAAAAL0/13ltjP8iabo/s400/IMG_8304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this is me, lying on Mummy's lap as usual. This is my favourite spot, even better than the soft cushion Mummy gave me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mummy says I've been a good boy, because I pee and poo at the right place and saves her ALOT of trouble. I don't dirty my towels and bed too, so she needn't wash it every other day. &lt;em&gt;*grins.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT! Mummy says she'll be going to Bangkok this weekend for 5 days. 5 LONG days!! How can she leave me home alone? &lt;em&gt;*sigh&lt;/em&gt;. And the whole family will be visiting their cousins in KL after her Bangkok trip. I'll probably not see Mummy for a whole week. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only good thing is that Mummy says she's going to buy me a few beds and ALOT of toys and clothes from Bangkok! I hope she keeps her promise. And when Fen jie jie who lives next door and is Mummy cousin looks after me when she's not around, I'll have a doogy friend! He's a 5-year old Pomerian. I hope he's friendly!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm going to prepare a shopping list for Mummy. So that she'll not forget me when she's having fun in Bangkok. *&lt;em&gt;hrmpz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-3843555893714547846?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/3843555893714547846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=3843555893714547846' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/3843555893714547846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/3843555893714547846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2007/12/vet-ecp-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R11PTS_-fYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/KtmnXAOV4lM/s72-c/IMG_8237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-5119208334949607282</id><published>2007-12-07T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T15:09:09.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{ Rainy Days } &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been raining everyday lately! It's so gloomy and I just hide in a little corner with my towel to stay warm. The worst thing about rain is, no more walks! *pouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141099918818966722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R1jbIy_-fMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/l3Wv8-vVGqg/s400/IMG_8084.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Mummy has been buying me alot of toys lately! This is me with my new hamburger squeeky toy! It's really fun and yummy, I can spend hours chewing on that. Look carefully, that was a wink from me to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141099927408901330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R1jbJS_-fNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/J38Gd0Shoi8/s400/IMG_8094.JPG" border="0" /&gt; So that's me in my new room. It's really big and sometimes I just entertain myself darting around there, galloping and barking. That's really quite fun! I've got all my toys and a cozy corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141099935998835938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R1jbJy_-fOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/08q40deHUsE/s400/IMG_8111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was me on my walk a few days ago, before it kept raining. Ain't I cute? Mummy wonders why don't I open my mouth and stick my tongue out like other dogs do.  This is the closest I can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141099948883737842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R1jbKi_-fPI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QIHOAhfC01M/s400/IMG_8116.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I really enjoyed that day. Because I had 2 walks in a day! Mummy brought me for a walk in the morning. She went out to lunch with yiyi and came home with Daddy. I got to play alittle more before my walk in the evening. I was tired though. I jumped up from my bed when I heard mummy coming, with the collar and leash on her hands. So that explains my yawning spells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141099961768639746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R1jbLS_-fQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Fz2ZJbTVfK8/s400/IMG_8121.JPG" border="0" /&gt; It's really no kidding walking so much and playing so much in a day! Though I was so excited and really happy, I needed to rest alittle to recharge too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141120543251922194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R1jt5S_-fRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yIR6pEslmhc/s400/IMG_8118.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Are you looking at me? *flutters my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141120547546889506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R1jt5i_-fSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YHd4aRajCOI/s400/IMG_8128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hmm..so you ARE looking at me! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141120560431791410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R1jt6S_-fTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/2IyXvcyTYdI/s400/IMG_8120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I can be fierce too you know! *look into your eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141120590496562514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R1jt8C_-fVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/MP64vm4TAFk/s400/IMG_8173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;While mummy is home alot of the times, she's always hiding in her room, giving tuition to kids. But I love it when the kids come play with me after tuition ends. There's quite a few kids who loves playing with me, though they're alittle afraid when I jump up to lick them. *hee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only good thing about rainy days is that it's so nice to sleep! It's time for my nap already. Mummy's home and I can curl up under her table for my nap. *yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-5119208334949607282?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/5119208334949607282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=5119208334949607282' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/5119208334949607282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/5119208334949607282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2007/12/rainy-days-it-has-been-raining-everyday.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R1jbIy_-fMI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/l3Wv8-vVGqg/s72-c/IMG_8084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-6521102917938779064</id><published>2007-12-01T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T14:16:55.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{ My First Walk }&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy finally brought me out for a walk last Friday and this morning too! She thinks I've too much energy and I should use them up instead of being destructive at home. *hee hee. That suits me fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the outside world is so fascinating yet alittle scary. There's this German Shepard living opposite and he kept barking at me when I walked past. He's HUGE! Then there are other dogs who keep barking too. It's kinda scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138880829476207746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R1D44y_-fII/AAAAAAAAAIw/JM6ES6DC2AI/s400/IMG_8050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept sniffing and even stopped to sniff around. Yiyi, cici and mummy keep trying to make me walk. It's kinda tiring though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138880838066142354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R1D45S_-fJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/A1QEcjRq_WI/s400/IMG_8054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had a rest and a water break after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138880846656076962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R1D45y_-fKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rH4A15UfaZk/s400/IMG_8055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;While we rested, yiyi and cici went to get ice-creams. But there's nothing for me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138880855246011570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R1D46S_-fLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/PzxEg2o6G3o/s400/IMG_8056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and I like sniffing drains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138878097877007394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R1D2Zy_-fCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/62rqpnXBji8/s400/IMG_8036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yiyi and cici finds me really amusing. I love being stroked though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138878110761909298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R1D2ai_-fDI/AAAAAAAAAII/VhoWamM-dR0/s400/IMG_8037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The humans do not get tired, but I get tired! I just sit and refuse to move.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138878140826680386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R1D2cS_-fEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/bRB8TVBGAoY/s400/IMG_8038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If not for me being tired, you'll never be able to take pictures of me like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138878149416614994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R1D2cy_-fFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/SBAYJL2tUx4/s400/IMG_8039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I've met so many different people. All of them are amazed by how small I am. But seriously, I've grown quite abit the past 3 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138878158006549602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R1D2dS_-fGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/vKvrKWRAej0/s400/IMG_8040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I'm really attracted to people jogging or cycling but mummy don't allow me to chase after them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138880812296338546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R1D43y_-fHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Pf7mFcMErtU/s400/IMG_8042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Well, that's all for today. I'm going to chew on my favourite rope toy already. Woof woof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-6521102917938779064?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/6521102917938779064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=6521102917938779064' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/6521102917938779064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/6521102917938779064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-first-walk-mummy-finally-brought-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R1D44y_-fII/AAAAAAAAAIw/JM6ES6DC2AI/s72-c/IMG_8050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-1992419701155164417</id><published>2007-11-27T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T23:47:56.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.::. Updates .::.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt where to pee and poo miraculously in a day or two! After that day which mummy keep coaxing me to my new pee tray, I've been peeing in it most of the times. Except when mummy takes the tray out for cleaning though. She scolds me for it because she only takes like 5 minutes to clean it up yet I choose THAT 5 minutes to pee. And I eventually learnt how too poo at the same place too. But I like poo-ing right beside the pee tray in mummy's room though. Mummy always scolds me and tries to bring me to the tray but I end up refusing to poo anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy has let me tried sleeping in her room and I love it because I get to explore and bite everything I see. I like it when I can get up in the wee hours and play too. But mummy always wakes up because of the noise I make. It drives her crazy. I woke up at 3am, 6am, 7am and 8am that night and all mummy kept saying was "Chinook, orh orh, go orh orh!". But I didn't want to sleep! I was having so much fun. So now, Mummy plays with me for a few hours at night in her room but send me back to my playpen for me to sleep. More for her to sleep really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy brought me "out" last Friday, at the front yard of the house. I was quite apprehensive about the new place and I sniffed around cautiously and lay down quite abit instead of running about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137542060056524594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R0w3SKRMNzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/oGOqLSRf96A/s400/IMG_8018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy complained that it's so hard to take pictures of me. I keep moving or I simply turn when I see the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137542068646459202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R0w3SqRMN0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hrLkN0qyjBM/s400/IMG_8021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See me sniffing around? Daddy was rather surprised that I've got such a long neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137540324889736930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R0w1tKRMNuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ho9PD_9uT0E/s400/IMG_8013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me standing tall. This photo was really well-timed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137540333479671538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R0w1tqRMNvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/HMbs3DzArEw/s400/IMG_8002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mummy's cousins came over to see me play too. All of them were standing and I keep having to strain my neck to look at them. This was just before I turned my head away. I shun the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137540346364573442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R0w1uaRMNwI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ZV8pcce_r4U/s400/IMG_8011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, there really wasn't much to play with and I got bored.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137540363544442642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R0w1vaRMNxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/R2y8heJnx7g/s400/IMG_8012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This floor looks so different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137540385019279138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R0w1wqRMNyI/AAAAAAAAAHA/fIEwXiVoawI/s400/IMG_8020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ahhh, I need my water after some exercise!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sure looking forward to going out for walks and picnics after my second jab next week! Mummy promised to bring me out and avoid grass patches till I've got my third jab. I can't be staying home all day long you know! *yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-1992419701155164417?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/1992419701155164417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=1992419701155164417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/1992419701155164417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/1992419701155164417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R0w3SKRMNzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/oGOqLSRf96A/s72-c/IMG_8018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-1561148933384736177</id><published>2007-11-23T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T00:31:43.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.::.I'm Learning.::.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I spent the afternoon in mummy's room while mummy tried really hard to monitor me and try to make me pee in the tray.  Daddy came to visit me too!  He likes playing with my tail and I love snuggling on his leg.  I pee in the tray quite a few times but end up pee-ing at the wrong place again at night.  That's why I ended up back into my playpen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I've spent most of the afternoon in mummy's room too, I'm even lying on my little cushion under a chair in her room now! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy has been trying really hard to make me pee in the tray. She coaxes and keep gesturing to me whenever I sniff around. It's quite funny how hard she tries and she goes like "Chinook come, pee pee? Pee pee Chinook? Chinook want pee pee? Come here pee pee". But the best thing is that she goes all excited and happy when I pee in the tray. She gives me treats and keep praising me. So everytime I pee in the tray, mummy together with yiyi and cici will go into a chorus of "Chinook good boy, Chinook good boy!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So though I do pee and poo at the wrong places, I seem to be alot more consistent and have pee-ed in the tray like the last 5 times. That's a good improvement mummy says. And tonight, because I've pee-ed at the right place the whole afternoon and didn't mess up the room when mummy left the room for dinner, mummy finally let me sleep with her in her room. I've this little corner under a chair which I really like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135700734562285250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R0Wsm6RMNsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jbgkbO_WLkg/s400/IMG_7955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I always rest on my 'bed' while mummy sits on her desk to do her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When mummy put me in the room left me alone for 30minutes when she went down for lunch, I pee-ed at the wrong places and even tore up ALL the tissue soaked with my pee. Mummy put in on my tray so that I can smell it and pee there. But once nobody's looking, I had my fun and mummy wasn't happy when she saw those tissue scattered everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy put me back into my playpen. But still, I've been a good boy after she allowed me into her room again. She even cradled me while she watched TV. It's quite interesting, that box with moving images and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy's cousins came to play with me too! I was so happy to have visitors again. I performed my tricks and 'galloped' all around, smelling them and snuggling up their legs. It was so fun and I'm so tired after all that excitement.  Everyone says I'm too playful and always gets too excited.  That's why some people are afraid of me when I pounce on them, ready to sniff them and play with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy sat at her desk most of the time and read her notes and some books. She has borrowed so many books and it's all about me! There's tons of information and she's abit obessed really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135700760332089042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R0WsoaRMNtI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Tlw9I10wj9I/s400/IMG_8000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I shall post up cute pictures of me soon.  Yiyi has become mummy's great helper, cleaning up my pee when mummy isn't home, feeding me sometimes AND she has become my professional photographer.  She snaps my every move using her N7610 or mummy's ixus.  Mummy says she's going to make a scrapbook for me.  &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-1561148933384736177?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/1561148933384736177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=1561148933384736177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/1561148933384736177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/1561148933384736177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R0Wsm6RMNsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jbgkbO_WLkg/s72-c/IMG_7955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-6295853620781947213</id><published>2007-11-20T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T00:51:22.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.::.Havoc.::.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy really doesn't know what to do with me. She came home today and found the big mess I made. I tore up the newspaper in my pee tray, shit and pee EVERYWHERE that the whole area in my playpen is dirty. Everything is dirty, even my 'bed'. But I was so happy to see mummy, because she was out and yiyi and cici fed me. Yiyi even cleaned my pee and changed the paper in my pee tray. Yet when mummy's home, everything was in a mess again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had to spend the whole hour clearing away the shit and pee, changing my 'bed' and cleaning the fences because they had pee and poo on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiyi even caught me sleeping in my pee tray, with my pee. Mummy seriously doesn't know what to do. She has scolded me really fiercely but I still do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134950962121422482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R0MCsaRMNpI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Hy91PF_Id6I/s400/IMG_7826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I was I'm a cute boy - when I'm not wrecking havoc that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R0MCo6RMNlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/iAb_jSh76Ws/s1600-h/IMG_7776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134950901991880274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R0MCo6RMNlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/iAb_jSh76Ws/s400/IMG_7776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I get really bored in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R0MCraRMNmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dmsUkA0AUlc/s1600-h/IMG_7786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134950944941553250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R0MCraRMNmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dmsUkA0AUlc/s400/IMG_7786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R0MCr6RMNnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xnIZzvVq-fQ/s1600-h/IMG_7839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134950953531487858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R0MCr6RMNnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xnIZzvVq-fQ/s400/IMG_7839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R0MCsKRMNoI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QQGEgc8Ppk8/s1600-h/IMG_7846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134950957826455170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R0MCsKRMNoI/AAAAAAAAAFw/QQGEgc8Ppk8/s400/IMG_7846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy loves it when I'm such a good boy, sleeping on my 'bed' like this, not on the pee tray!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134956244931196578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R0MHf6RMNqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/fSv1483NCpU/s400/IMG_7833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yiyi and cici fed me tonight. See that pile of shit behind? It ended up everywhere and all around the fence when mummy got home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So she came back with a Yogi Nano Silver Pee tray which is supposed to kill most bacteria in my pee. She cleared the whole area before putting the new pee tray in it. She was so happy when I pee on it twice that she rewarded me with biscuits. She even played with me and trained me in her room. I galloped around happily and sniffed around. I even got my ears cleaned and had a dry bath and some brushing of my hair and teeth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But when mummy put me back into my playpen, I was whining so bad that mummy's heart softened. She moved me to her room with my toys, 'bed' and pee tray. She thought that I probably wanted company. But after awhile, I pee-ed right beside the pee tray which she asked me to pee on, though I've sniffed the pee tray. *sigh. I backed away from her and lay on the floor, looking at her clean up my pee. She got angry and put me back. I tried whining again, but she just stared at me fiercely without saying anything. All I could do was sit on my 'bed' and look at her with my puppy eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She really have no idea what to do. Her friend told her that I'm too spoiled and not afraid of mummy anymore and that she should take some rolled up newspaper to 'smack' me. The shopkeeper who sold mummy the pee tray said that I was probably doing it on purpose because I wanted attention since mummy would come and clear up after I dirty my area. I can't be stupid because I can 'shake hand', 'sit' and 'up' in 3 days, yet I can't pee in the correct place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mummy doesn't know if she's supposed to leave me alone and don't play with me or spend more time playing with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She's really feeling desperate because I managed to lift up the Yogi tray (she scolded me and I stopped) and kept sitting on the yogi tray too. She thinks it's a matter of time before I lift the top part up and get all dirty again. I keep biting the smiley part too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134956253521131186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R0MHgaRMNrI/AAAAAAAAAGI/98ELlSZtHzI/s400/IMG_7852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*sigh. Help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-6295853620781947213?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/6295853620781947213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=6295853620781947213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/6295853620781947213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/6295853620781947213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_8129.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R0MCsaRMNpI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Hy91PF_Id6I/s72-c/IMG_7826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-6399648585736333912</id><published>2007-11-20T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T13:47:52.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.::.I'm angry.::.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a notti boy and mummy's angry.  I keep biting my 'bed', I keep pee-ing outside my tray, I tore up the newspaper in the tray TWICE and I keep sitting in my pee tray.  All these in one morning, and mummy's really angry and tired of cleaning up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy can't understand why I get it right sometimes but wrong alot of the other times.  She keeps telling me and bring me to the tray, yet I'm still so inconsistent that I dirty myself and my whole playpen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when mummy keep getting me out of the pee tray and scolded me, I got angry and barked at mummy with that *grrrrr sound.  Mummy's quite sad about it.  It's the first time I got angry and barked at mummy.  I seldom even bark.  She seems quite exasperated with me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the pee tray in comfortable because it's softer.  And I refuse to sit on my usual spot - on my 'bed' because it has got pee on it.  At least the pee tray's newspaper has just been changed.  Mummy left me alone for awhile before coming to check on me.  Then she finally realised that my 'bed' has got pee on it.  She washed my 'bed' and got me a new 'bed'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a tiring morning.  I'm tired and I napped for abit when mummy closed the door.  When the door is open, I'm too alert, looking out for people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy says I'm such a terror.  She's going to get me the yogi pee tray later when she goes out.  She says that at least, I won't get to tear the newspaper and make her keep changing it.  Once I tear the newspaper up, I won't pee in it anymore.  And when I finally pee in it, at least I won't have pee on my paws and dirty the whole area.  She says she can't check on me every hour to make sure I'm not tearing up the newspaper or have pee all over me.  But I like mummy coming to visit me every hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.  A new pee tray.  I wonder if I'll like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-6399648585736333912?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/6399648585736333912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=6399648585736333912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/6399648585736333912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/6399648585736333912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-5484673187451473646</id><published>2007-11-19T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T23:04:26.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.::.My first tricks.::.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't figure out how to post videos here but here's the URL.  &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJoCYfRDtF4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJoCYfRDtF4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-5484673187451473646?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/5484673187451473646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=5484673187451473646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/5484673187451473646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/5484673187451473646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2007/11/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-7043778485129544418</id><published>2007-11-19T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T23:08:34.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.::. I've got a visitor! .::.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being concerned about my ticks. The vet has tried to get rid of whatever she saw and mummy has put the medicine for me on the neck yesterday. Mummy didn't find any of them left though she kept trying. So I think I should be fine already. She's quite perturbed about those ticks really and daddy kept assuring her that it's quite common and it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today mummy went to school after feeding me and cleaning me up. Because I was a notti boy and did not pee on my tray, I had pee on my 'bed' and mummy had to wash them and clean up my pee all over. I even tore those newspaper in my pee tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While mummy was at school, cici and yiyi kept coming to visit me. Mummy gave yiyi her old pink N7610 and she kept using that to take pictures of me. She has 49 pictures of me already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy came home with Ju jiejie. I like her, she bought me some really yummy biscuits. I was so happy 'galloping' around mummy's room. I performed those tricks like 'up' and 'shake hand'. I learnt a new trick 'sit' today. But sometimes I'm too excited that I just dashed around, waging my tail wildy, oblivious to mummy's calls. We played for an hour or two with yiyi, cici, dylan (mummy's cousin), ju jiejie and mummy. It was so fun! I love company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm too excited, I pee-ed and poo-ed outside the tray and mummy got angry with me again. *sigh. Mummy changed my 'bed' twice because of this already. She pretty much don't understand why I could learn tricks so quickly but can't learn to pee at the right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy will be alittle more busy the next few days and she really hopes that I can learn how to pee at the right place and save her the trouble of having to clean up so many times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually more hyper and 'notti' in the day time and alot more manja at night. When I'm bored in the day, I even bite my 'bed' and try to tear up the newspaper in the pee tray. But at night, I pretty much lie on my 'bed' and pee in the tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll try to be a good boy so everyone loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures today because I didn't stay still at all. I'll try to show you the video of my tricks though. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-7043778485129544418?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/7043778485129544418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=7043778485129544418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/7043778485129544418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/7043778485129544418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-8214968025445018566</id><published>2007-11-18T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T00:25:17.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.::.Ticks - A visit to the vet.::.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134202014314280402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R0BZh6RMNdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MoXfpMdPU68/s400/IMG_7695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here I am, feeling really lazy after my breakfast. As usual, cici and yiyi came over to see me while mummy snapped away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134202027199182306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R0BZiqRMNeI/AAAAAAAAAEg/L9jH0PZV5hI/s400/IMG_7705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mummy thinks I look like a rabbit but cici thinks I look like a chihuahua. Both are cute anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134202031494149618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R0BZi6RMNfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/QccgtV1t530/s400/IMG_7709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And cici mentioned that I was like a model, keep posing for photographs to be taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134202048674018818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R0BZj6RMNgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1p6_XL_Uhg8/s400/IMG_7717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I'm always at this corner, around my 'bed'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134202061558920722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R0BZkqRMNhI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QXkmf7JtAug/s400/IMG_7730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And this is how I always lie on my 'bed'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you take a closer look at the pictures above, and you're a pet lover, you should have noticed those gigantic ticks on my neck. Not that it bothers me much, I'm too excited by everything around me to be bothered by that. I still eat and play happily. But Daddy noticed them yesterday, and while they thought it was just 'part of me' they didn't really bother. But Mummy was worried that it seemed to be getting bigger. They didn't know that those were ticks. But the decided to bring me to the vet anyway, since I needed a checkup too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134203212610156066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R0BanqRMNiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sXsuGcsYMo0/s400/chinook.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is one of the most handsome picture of me. I seldom stay still to let mummy take pictures and she always has to take like 10 before 1 looks decent. It was my first time sitting on daddy's car. Mummy just craddled me in her arms while I looked out of the window. I was kinda scared and didn't really move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134203221200090674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R0BaoKRMNjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/qIyb84nQlvw/s400/IMG_7744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I must be cute, because there were motocyclist looking into the window to check me out. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134203229790025282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R0BaoqRMNkI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BVAJCLS7bu8/s400/IMG_7764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was the red chair at the vet, it made me look so red! Anyway, I saw another mini red and tan long-haired mini dachshund called 'ger ger'. I liked her, she's so cute. She's 2 years old and looked alot bigger than me, like twice my size. I tried to play with her but she seem afraid of me. She's really pretty, mummy thinks so too. She even started chatting with the owner. She left soon after though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy was really worried about my ticks, but I'm really fine. The vet was really nice, she talked to me but I just dashed around her table, making it hard for her to remove the ticks. Mummy has to put some liquid on me tomorrow too. But even the vet said that I was really cute. I've to visit the vet again for my injection in like 2 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy went home and did a thorough wash of my area and changed my 'bed'. I sat on daddy's lap while he studied for his upcoming exam. It has been another evenful day and I'm really tired. *yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Julie jiejie will be coming over to visit me and play with me! I think she got me some treats too. I shall show her the tricks I've learnt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, mummy's really happy that I'm going the the right place to pee and poo.  Sometimes there are accidents but I still 'do my business' near my tray.  Hee.  I'm a clever boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-8214968025445018566?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/8214968025445018566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=8214968025445018566' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/8214968025445018566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/8214968025445018566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/R0BZh6RMNdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MoXfpMdPU68/s72-c/IMG_7695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-3010639072688584694</id><published>2007-11-17T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T00:38:54.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.::.My (Mis)Adventure.::.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, I was really tired, but I just didn't feel like sleeping. Mummy came over to let me chew on that chicken stick and tickled my neck just the way I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133821012060419330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/Rz7_AqRMNQI/AAAAAAAAACw/ytomlUW5tnk/s400/IMG_7599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See my strong teeth? I love biting on this chicken flavoured stick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133821016355386642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/Rz7_A6RMNRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1EXjox_8yU0/s400/IMG_7624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was tired and I just laid back while mummy tickled my neck and tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133821024945321250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/Rz7_BaRMNSI/AAAAAAAAADA/fMDmLMI4Ah4/s400/IMG_7627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Though I was tired, I just lay there, hoping mummy would play with me. I only went to bed when she switched off the light and went to bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next morning, I woke up at 7am and started whining for attention. Mummy was still sound asleep. She was really tired after clearing up after me the whole day. She tried to ask me to be good, keep quiet and play on my own. It was only till she smellt my poo that she woke up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know how I got poo all over my paws. I poo-ed some on the pee tray, some outside. By the time mummy picked me up there was poo all over me. Mummy tried to clean my paws but it was already too late, I struggled and smeared poo all over mummy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can tell that she wasn't too happy about being smeared with poo at 7am in the morning. But she had no choice and put me in this big box to bathe me. I was rather scared but I couldn't get out. Mummy bathe me in warm water and wrapped me in the towel. It felt good to be clean again and I just lay still while mummy cleaned my ears and rubbed toothpaste on my teeth. I didn't quite like that but mummy was rather persistent. She even used a brush to comb my short hair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133841219881547058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/Rz8RY6RMNTI/AAAAAAAAADI/I69TMtiIKxE/s400/IMG_7637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was quite scared in that box. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133841228471481666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/Rz8RZaRMNUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lUA5gijv4Ac/s400/IMG_7640.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I'm so dark when I'm wet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that she set out to clean up my sh*t. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It really stinks though. She finally cleared everything up, changed the newspaper and fed me. I was so hungry and gobbled everything up again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mummy was tired after everything and went back to bed around 9am. I kept whining till she barely slept 2 hours. She went out shortly and that was when my adventure started.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was playing around, feeling bored. Somehow I managed to open up my playpen and squeezed out from a small hole. I explored mummy's room and went around. I didn't really mess anything up though. I'm a good boy. But, I poo-ed on the floor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133841237061416274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/Rz8RZ6RMNVI/AAAAAAAAADY/Ko7byG09Wok/s400/IMG_7664.JPG" border="0" /&gt; See that little hole at the bottom of the fences? I squeezed out throught there. And see those newspaper I tore apart? Those are quite fun really. That pile of poo outside, mummy really don't seem happy about it. But I can't help it, I didn't have enough time to squeeze back into the fences (not that I really want to go back there). Mummy was totally shocked when she came in to find that hole in the cage and I'm no where to be found. You should have seen that expression on her face! I was lazing happily on the nightgown mummy changed out of on the floor. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mummy quickly picked me up and moved my cage into the toilet. I was so excited about my new-found freedom but she didn't seem to share that. I think she took quite some time to clean up her room to rid it of poo smell. She used a cloth with white vinegar and went on her fours (just like me!) to clean up the room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not long, daddy came over. I think he found out about my little (mis)adventure. *sigh. But he played with me. Soon, yiyi and cici came too. Mummy enlarged the tray and bought this smelly thing called the housebreaking aid and brought me to my pee tray, asking me to pee there. I still pee-ed outside quite a few times and mummy cleaned it all up with the vinegar. Obviously, I got scolded again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133843577818592626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/Rz8TiKRMNXI/AAAAAAAAADo/3AwF4PSTBn8/s400/IMG_7667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I played and played till I was so tired. I needed a rest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133843586408527234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/Rz8TiqRMNYI/AAAAAAAAADw/ScVQbaj0mU8/s400/IMG_7668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*yawns. Mummy got me a comfortabe blue towel for me to lie on and I feel asleep soon after.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133843590703494546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/Rz8Ti6RMNZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vgiQwwTTW4U/s400/IMG_7674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's me, sound asleep and as handsome as ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133843569228658018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/Rz8ThqRMNWI/AAAAAAAAADg/KU5FEuB666E/s400/IMG_7666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yiyi and Cici stayed with me the whole afternoon, they even brought their storybooks and sat there, look at me sleep. That was so cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133846305122825666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/Rz8WA6RMNcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2dPHBQCx3Ng/s400/IMG_7672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mummy made cici and yiyi do some homework while I slept. All of them studied together: mummy, daddy, cici and yiyi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, they fed me dinner when I woke up. Needless to say, I gobbled everything up. Again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133845746777077170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/Rz8VgaRMNbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/8CIGfkQGbsA/s400/IMG_7684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my big playpen, I can run around! I love that soft little towel too. So I've been a good boy. I've been clean for more than 5 hours (that's a record!). Mummy seem happy that she doesn't need to clean me up and has rewarded me with treats for pee-ing in the tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention that I think mummy wants me to lift my hand up to hers when she says 'shake hand'? She seem to like it when I life my paws up to her and she rewards me with treats. Sometimes, I'm too overwhelmed when I smell food that I forgot I had to do that before I get my treat. And sometimes, it's kinda hard for me to lift one of my paws - it's hard to balance! Well, I guess I shall try harder and make mummy happy so that I can have my treats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for bed and it's easier to sleep when I'm alone in the toilet and not distracted by mummy's movements. She drops by like every 30 minutes to check on me though. I catch her peeping at me sometimes and jump up when I head her coming. But other times, I'm just simply fast asleep, oblivious to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that sums up my eventful 2nd day at home. Let's hope tomorrow will be better. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-3010639072688584694?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/3010639072688584694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=3010639072688584694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/3010639072688584694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/3010639072688584694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/Rz7_AqRMNQI/AAAAAAAAACw/ytomlUW5tnk/s72-c/IMG_7599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-4174628466695282375</id><published>2007-11-16T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T23:43:49.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.::.I'm home.::. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy, daddy, cici and yiyi came to pick me up today. I was nice smelling and handsome. I bid goodbye to my friends there and went home with mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy ended up buying alot more food for me. They asked her not to change my food first and made mummy buy 2 packets of my current diet. There was also milk powder, canned food, brush, bowl, some gel to destress me and a bottle holder. I think my food can last me for like half a year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a hungry growing little boy. They said that I might be stressed in a new environment and might not eat much. But I licked up all the milk in the afternoon and gobbled up all my food, asking for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133461093801014450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/Rz23qqRMNLI/AAAAAAAAACI/zOFojRIoaUM/s400/IMG_7567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See me having my milk? I polished up every drop of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133461115275850946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/Rz23r6RMNMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PnckMsoXSOw/s400/IMG_7576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Finally, my meal time. I had Evangers chicken drumlets with my kibbles. *yummy! I licked the bowl even after there was nothing left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133461128160752850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/Rz23sqRMNNI/AAAAAAAAACY/JRzuqatPfl0/s400/IMG_7580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And I drank alot of water, I pee everywhere. I think I pee-ed more than 10 times this afternoon and poor mummy had to keep wiping it up and cleaning it with white vinegar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mummy got me a pee tray with lots of my pee in it. But I'm too used to pee-ing anywhere, whenever I like it. Obviously I got scolded my mummy. Mummy even made my playpen smaller, into a triangle shape. It's so squeezy. I only have a small area to play and sleep, the pee tray took up half my playpen. I didn't like it. So finally, I pee-ed in my pee tray when mummy went to take her bath. She was quite happy though my paws had pee and I stepped everywhere. She didn't even mind that my toys ended up in the pee tray with my pee. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;See, I'm a clevery boy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was quite bored after daddy, cici and yiyi left. But mummy played with me and helped me to hold my raw hides while I bit them. I even got a massage! I'm so blessed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133461141045654754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/Rz23taRMNOI/AAAAAAAAACg/OdH5Sr38kn4/s400/IMG_7585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And here I am, feeling tired after all the excitment today. I wanted to sleep, but once I hear some noises, I'm up and about again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133461149635589362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/Rz23t6RMNPI/AAAAAAAAACo/ocWK_HqA55E/s400/IMG_7591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;How can I miss out on any fun right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-4174628466695282375?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/4174628466695282375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=4174628466695282375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/4174628466695282375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/4174628466695282375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/Rz23qqRMNLI/AAAAAAAAACI/zOFojRIoaUM/s72-c/IMG_7567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-2591112084865253220</id><published>2007-11-13T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T00:57:26.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;.::. Pictures of me! .::.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12th November' 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey sent mummy pictures of me as promised! Joey was telling mummy that she didn't need to come all the way to take pictures of me, and promised to send her pictures of me. But I like mummy to come visit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey took pictures of me when I wasn't looking, even when I was sleeping! I hope I still looked handsome in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131997518638528818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/RziEjX6iuTI/AAAAAAAAABs/aHjNwm_sbhw/s400/Chinook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I still look handsome when I'm soundly asleep. I'm tired after playing with that toy. *yawns. Mummy better get me some toys else I'll be so bored. Which puppy doesn't like toys right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131997531523430722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/RziEkH6iuUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/n8J-waHrJdc/s400/Chinook2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm handsome at all angles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131997535818398034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/RziEkX6iuVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/HtXnXETYi2g/s400/Chinook3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Why am I being tickled? I know I've a funny expression when being tickled! Don't capture that on flim! *grrrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-2591112084865253220?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/2591112084865253220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=2591112084865253220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/2591112084865253220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/2591112084865253220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_3433.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/RziEjX6iuTI/AAAAAAAAABs/aHjNwm_sbhw/s72-c/Chinook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-9204045474353692226</id><published>2007-11-13T00:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T00:45:10.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/RziCGn6iuQI/AAAAAAAAABU/29zyU_O07CI/s1600-h/DSC00284.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.::.Chinook Visited.::.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10th November' 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy missed me so much the whole week. I want to go home too, but I'm stucked here still. Luckily the nice lady, Joey, who brought me here lets me use the internet to blog. Else I'll be bored stiff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy miss me so much that daddy drove her all the way to visit me. They almost couldn't make it in time as the shop was about to close. Joey saw daddy's car when she packed her things into her car, ready to leave. Justin (the other guy at the shop) even off-ed the lights. But Joey went in to bring me out. I was so surprised and happy! I just kept running about and waging my tail. Mummy carried me for awhile and took 2 picture of me before leaving me behind. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=( &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131994838578936082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/RziCHX6iuRI/AAAAAAAAABc/vqei0FOiMNA/s320/DSC00285.JPG" border="0" /&gt; See!  I'm such a handsome boy, in a beautiful shade of brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131995259485731106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/RziCf36iuSI/AAAAAAAAABk/q7g5S5O_b68/s320/DSC00284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scared stiff!  Mummy pointed something right infront of my face and there was this light.  I almsot thought I was going to be shot!  Luckily, that was only a camera phone and mummy just wanted a 'shot' of me.  &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my friends were green with envy. *&lt;em&gt;hees&lt;/em&gt;. They kept barking but I didn't bother about them. They'll find a good home like me if they're lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope mummy comes to bring me home soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-9204045474353692226?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/9204045474353692226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=9204045474353692226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/9204045474353692226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/9204045474353692226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_141.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/RziCHX6iuRI/AAAAAAAAABc/vqei0FOiMNA/s72-c/DSC00285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-73813878030805664</id><published>2007-11-12T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T00:26:40.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; .::.Chinook's Supplies.::.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th November'2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy went to buy supplies for me today. That was fast! I think she's extremely excited about my arrival. Just too bad I can only go home with her on the 16th as I need 2 weeks to 'rest' after my injection. They say I'll be weak and can get sick easily, so I can't go home yet. They don't know better! I'm such a strong little puppy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy was telling her good friend all about me and how she got me. Ju jiejie was telling mummy all about looking after me and what to buy for me, how to take care of me.  Mummy spent almost 2 hours choosing things for me at Vivo's Pet Safari!  She's such a slow poke.  She'd better walk faster when she brings me on walks.  I can run really fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131984264369453202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/Rzh4f36iuJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5idecirr3iE/s320/DSC00239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She shopped for 2 hours and only bought these!  Where's my toys?  I don't even have a bowl for my food nor my water!  And there's not enough treats for me!  How is she going to train me without treats?  I'm not going to do any tricks for her without some reward you know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131984285844289698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/Rzh4hH6iuKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3M7plQpNsY4/s320/DSC00240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mummy bought me a blue paw-print leash with a turquoise collar.  Luckily Ju jiejie stopped her from buying me any pinkish-girlish ones.  I'm a boy!  And though I can't see colours, I don't want others thinking that I'm a girl.  *yucks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131984298729191602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/Rzh4h36iuLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xBa6HILvfZE/s320/DSC00241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here are the canned food.  Looks delicious!  But mummy is regretting buying me this because she heard that it's salty and isn't very healthy for me.  But all my friends love it and I want to try it too!  It won't hurt to have a good meal once in a while right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131984311614093506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/Rzh4in6iuMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/FjSJ7p3C-PI/s320/DSC00242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And these are for cleaning me up, though I'm a clean and nice-smelling boy most of the time.  My ears need cleaning, so do my teeth.  I don't want to get rotten teeth!  But mummy kinda got cheated getting the joints supplement and that expensive shampoo for me.  Supplements are for older dogs, not cute and handsome puppies like me!  My bones are still strong and I just need a balanced diet!  My mummy's too paranoid, she's afraid that I might have spinal problems because of my long body.  But, how many times must I emphasize that I'm a strong and healthy boy!  Not to mention handsome of course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131984337383897298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/Rzh4kH6iuNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eFcNsZseIQU/s320/DSC00245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mummy got the kibbles the shop guy reccomended.  *sigh.  Why did she stupidly believe that Royal Canin is the 'best' and it's from France?!  It's made from dehydrated poultry meat (what meat?!), contains corn (which they write maize to trick people) and it contains unknown animal fats!  I could feast on much nicer and healthier food with that price!  Think I'm stuck with that though, luckily it's a small packet.  Mummy better get me some better food in future!  A hungry growing puppy needs his nutrients.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And look at that small packet of treats.  It's NOT ENOUGH!  I need more treats so that I can learn more tricks.  Where are my toys?!  I need to chew!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131985037463566562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/Rzh5M36iuOI/AAAAAAAAABE/xTQSbUOmOQg/s320/DSC00246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mummy happily set up a corner in the bathroom for me.  But this lousy plastic thing dropped after awhile.  She needs to get me better containers for me things.  This won't do!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131985643053955314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/Rzh5wH6iuPI/AAAAAAAAABM/bHaRQ8c1l5U/s320/DSC00247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And this is my corner in the house.  Mummy's going to put my play pen here so that I can have plenty of air and sunlight with the window opened 24/7.  She wants me to prove that I can be trusted before letting me roam the house freely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I sure hope I can go home soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-73813878030805664?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/73813878030805664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=73813878030805664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/73813878030805664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/73813878030805664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/Rzh4f36iuJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5idecirr3iE/s72-c/DSC00239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4886582540403023949.post-9178992937850171852</id><published>2007-11-12T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T23:30:51.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;.::.Surprise.::.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th November 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daddy gave mummy a surprise and brought her to see me today. Daddy have been wanting to get mummy a mini dachshund as she's in love with 'my kind'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mummy smiled at me and picked me up. I think she was quite in awe and she just stared at me while I ran around, waging my tail in delight. I hope she wasn't too shocked when I gobbled up my dinner. A hungry dog needs his food!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mummy decided to bring me home. *&lt;em&gt;yay&lt;/em&gt;. I think I've found a good home!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4886582540403023949-9178992937850171852?l=iamchinook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/feeds/9178992937850171852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4886582540403023949&amp;postID=9178992937850171852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/9178992937850171852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4886582540403023949/posts/default/9178992937850171852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamchinook.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chinook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09627051774902805036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ybLDuWpABIk/SBtAVw-t-dI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RYG8wl46PVw/S220/DSC00478.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
