Friday, October 31, 2008

You Will Follow Me

The following song & vid's dedicated to all my Fans (& Followers) . =]

I Will Follow You (Ricky Nelson)

I will follow you
Follow you wherever you may go
There isn't an ocean too deep
A mountain so high it can keep me away

I must follow you
Ever since you touched my hand I know
The near you I always must be
And nothing can keep you from me
You are my destiny

I love you, I love you, I love you
And where you go I'll follow, I'll follow, I'll follow
You'll always be my true love, my true love, my true love
From now until forever, forever, forever

I will follow you
Follow you wherever you may go
There isn't an ocean too deep
A mountain so high it can keep
Keep me away, away from my love

I love you, I love you, I love you
And where you go I'll follow, I'll follow, I'll follow
You'll always be my true love, my true love, my true love
From now until forever, forever, forever

I will follow you
Follow you wherever you may go
There isn't an ocean too deep
A mountain so high it can keep
keep me away, away from my love

And where you go I'll follow

Wednesday, October 29, 2008


To The SBG again this mornin! It's our 4th time here for this entire month! No pix taken when the ground's wet durin the last 2 trips.

Again we had our 4 hrs walk over there. Luckily the weather was good for pix!

Here's a stupid face to start off this post of random pix taken over there

here's me! wit the S$5 tree!

i only wanted to greet Miss Swan...!

I tot she was tryin to tok to me

this' Mom stackin the dumb POKE again

the show side. juz look @ that miserable face!

im lucky that all i nid to do, is to juz SLAM my beautiful butt down

Me, luvs my HUGE fountain!

longest, short, shortest.

see his lousy stackin. he juz nv gets it......

& yet, still dare to smile

even the black beauties were disappointed in him

this' my mini-teletubby-land

since my land's so huge, i dun mind givin a portion to the white 1

does this make u go giddy? imagine that's dumb Starr chargin @ me like a mad dog

we had some foodies there @ this pet-friendly cafe

this' a glimpse for u, on how irritatin this 'dao-geh' is.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

SBG day

We had a 3 hours walk at the Singapore Botanic Gardens this mornin @ 0700hours. It's our 1st time there & Mommy said we'd most prolly be goin again next week!

We met MANY MANY dogs/pups there.

see who's this goon

see who's this beautiful bitch

its me, vbird!

we tried to play with the swans, but dey tried to snap us wit their beaks

i tink starr wanted to jump in to play

alas, cotton proved to be the bravest of the bravest

then we met this lovely MS bitch (Cody) who's a yr older than me, & a lil' smaller den me too

then this goon aka Mr. Poke decided to go round sniffin flowers. i hope he gets POKED by them juz like how he LOVES pokin ppl, & esp. Mommy & MEEEE!!

see how nice we're lookin here w/o that POKE fella

starr stackin. but the hind legs are wrong. Mom did not stretch it further back

& see how pissed i am when POKE decides to join in? he juz abt ruined a gd shot

then we became miniature-giants

so much so that i had to STRETCH my neck like mad becuz POKE is sooo looong like a long bean

it was rily gettin hot in this mini-desert

so obviously we had to find some nice coolin grounds

i was wishin i cld hav a drink over there

& lastly Mommy's fav bitch has the bestest pix of the day!

Monday, October 13, 2008

Pedigree Dogs Exposed

(6-parts videos containin distressin scenes)

A great insight to the conditions of Pedigree Dogs today. How we Man decided how each individual breed should look like. Thinkin of gettin a HEALTHY Top Showdog from the KC (kennel club)? Think again...

How a sturdy basset hound back in the 1940s should look like compared to a DROOPY-bellied basset hound dats almost rubbin against the floor when walkin NOW. How a STURDY & fit-lookin bulldog back in the 1850s look like NOW - a fat, problem lookin dog that can't even run properly. I need not go on about the MANY other Pedigree breeds which are so in demand these days, how they've changed from their original forms dated as back as the 1800s. How "Breeds' Standards in the showrings are achieved like the Rhodesian Ridgebacks & German Shepherds etc are affectin their general health GREATLY.

Altho I'm glad that some breeds which are not-in-demand by the market are not that affected compared to the more popular breeds.


Do watch this 6-parts videos (contain distressin scenes) if you'd like more insights as to how Pedigree dogs are bred by "Professional show breeders" these days. How they're bred more for BEAUTY rather than health. How a BIS (Best In Show) Cavalier King Charles Spaniel which's sufferin from Syringomyelia (SM) sired 24 litters (God noes how many in total)! Not to mention passin on its genetic disease to the many generations after that. How HEALTHY Rhodesian Ridgebacks puppies born without ridges are CULLED, while those born with ridges (which is a serious DEFORMITY) adhere to the "Breed's Standard" & become Top Showdogs & studs/bitches.

We're not able to embed the videos. Thus, please click on the links to view them. These videos only contain SOME of the MANY other Pedigree breeds that are affected by genetic diseases as well as how (most) "professional show breeders" are breedin & destroyin the breed, simply for Beauty.

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& yes, if pedigree dogs from the KC are already sufferin like this, what more about Puppymills & backyard/home breeders.

Altho it's quite a bias video (in my opinion), there're still many responsible KC breeders out there whom provide Health Papers as well as relatively healthy puppies. Be patient, alert & knowledgeable about your preferred breeds, find a good & responsible breeder to import/purchase your pup from with health papers from the dam & sire.

"How Could You?" & "The Animals' Savior"

"How Could You?" Jim Willis 2001

When I was a puppy I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub.

My housetraining took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.

She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."

As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be.

I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. Together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.

After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.

I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.

She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.

May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

The End

"The Animals' Savior" Jim Willis 1999

I looked at all the caged animals in the shelter... the cast-offs of human society.
I saw in their eyes love and hope, fear and dread, sadness and betrayal.
And I was angry.
"God," I said, "this is terrible! Why don't you do something?"
God was silent for a moment and then He spoke softly.
"I have done something",
He replied,
"I created You."

The End

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

a laxin day out

We went to the beach again yesterday! Boy were we lucky, as we reached there at 0645 hours, the sky was horribly dark.... & it was coldddddd....

it shows how breezy it was.... juz look @ me

starr lurvs his tennis ball

when it finally started drizzling heavily, we headed for shelter

& dad decided to snap some pix. that was me shoutin to Starr to look up @ the camera!!!

& finally he got my msg, a lil'.

this was wat happened when the rain stopped. durn made a dash of her life outta the shelter

& starr dashin for some fun, for his ballie

this is an imitation Puma. She's KUMAR.

remember this pix of me long ago? THIS is the real stuff

as usual, i LURV bullyin starr when he's makin his way outta the waters

then u'll get an extremely pissed face later

sometimes he seeked his revenge by TRYIN to bully me back. but im only lettin him hav his way

then came 2 beautiful young black Labs. but only this lad loved our clique. the other boy was out wanderin on his own

as usual, all's gotta go thru ME 1st. & i found nothin wrong wit him

durn was a lil' afraid initially & tried to lay low like an 'island', hopin he doesn't spot her

starr tried to act like an 'island' too, but failed badly as u can c y

so its either FLIGHT or FIGHT!

of cuz silly Starr chose FLIGHT & had the run of his life from this cute & cheeky gentle lab. juz look @ his dumb & worried face! haahahaha

then this weird bird came long into the picture later. im a nicer lookin bird if u ask me!

Cotton had the time of her life chasin the 2 black biggies back & forth! It was a pity the cam was kept away @ that time.

I on the other hand, brought bac alota yum yums for Mom... like some left-over chic bones, corns, etc. She never failed to ask me to DROP IT, which I seriously dun understand y she doesn't appreciate my effort in goin round & round the island searchin for yummies for her.

There will always be another time for more diggings! =]