anthroblogia

Nuffang is offering yet another Premiere screening for the lucky Glitterati of the blogosphere, this time it's the Premiere Screening of Dragonball Evolution.

As usual, you have to exercise your creative brain cells to get the tickets. This time, you have to have a picture of you (or a friend) "in a Kame Hame Ha" pose.

But I don't really know Dragon Ball, and I was wondering what exactly was the 'Kame Hame Ha'?

I was alone at home, and none of my friends were around, so I turned to 'man's best friend'



Gambit is a smart dog, but I wasn't expecting much.
And what I really didn't expect was...


.
.
.
.
.
(scroll down)
.
.
.
.
.
.


.
.
.
.
.
.








A demonstration!!

A post by Charlie Chia reminded me about this photo of our dog - Gambit - that appeared in The Star


Unfortunately we didn't get the RM50, but it was fun all the same.

As far as buckling up in the back is concerned, I used to do it before the current law came in and so should you!

Two reasons:
1. You're less likely to die/get crippled/break your nose etc.
2. You're less likely to kill/cripple/break the nose, or whatever, of the person sitting in front of you.

It has been stated that in crashes, unbelted rear passengers increase nearly fivefold the risk of death for belted front passengers. (Wikipedia)

Well today at the debate competition was fun and somewhat adrenalin-inducing; for a first time debater (me at least) I guess we did alright – 3rd in one, 4th (i.e. last) in the second, and 2nd in the third. Though overall that got us only three points out of a possible nine, so we’re going to have to do significantly better in the last two rounds tomorrow if we want to make it through to the quarter-finals!

Anyway, something more important in the bigger scale of things happened this morning though: Gambit (one of our dogs) was making a terrible racket through the night and when I looked out I noticed there was a dog hanging around the house. In the morning, however, I heard a high-pitched howling coming from the drain – sure enough, when I checked there was a small puppy stuck in the drain, my guess is that her mother was hanging around at night wondering what to do, and eventually left.

She (the puppy with no name) was looking miserable, but was plucky enough to snarl at me and take off in the other direction when I tried to pick her up; so I went and got WW, we did a pincer movement and I grabbed her by the neck and pitched her out. Once she realised we did not want to hurt her, she let us stroke her and we dried her a bit (she was trembling all over), left her wrapped in an old towel with a couple of biscuits at the foot of a tree. I was hoping her mother would come back.

However, twenty minutes later I heard her piercing yelping again and our two dogs were up against the fence whining and yapping. I feared the worse and, sure enough, she had got up and got knocked over by a car!

When we got there a guy on a motorbike had stopped to move her off the road - the poor thing had blood coming out of her nose, and couldn’t stand up. What to do… well, WW was in tears and decided to take her to the vet

and there she was this evening; a broken leg and concussion, malnourished but otherwise the vet was optimistic

The thing is – she needs a home! We can’t keep her, and can only keep her at the vet’s for a couple of days. If we can’t find a home for her, we’ll probably have to put her down…


Do you want to give her a home? Or know anyone who does? She’s 6-8 weeks old and seemed to a pretty smart little thing


Can you resist this cuteness?

Obligatory small print:
Remember a pet is a commitment for (their) life. Puppylike cuteness is not guaranteed to last, but unconditional love, affection, and devoted companionship is.

I’m still writing up about the All-Blogs 100 Days’ event last Saturday, but here’s something else in the meantime.

I got back from the event about 3am, slightly inebriated and content with an interesting and fun evening. But, right where I usually park, I saw this…

I guess you can call it a ‘present’ from my escapologist dog, Lucky

She does this occasionally, finding some ‘nasi bungkus’ and bringing it home. It doesn’t endear us to our neighbours… though I guess it’s a good thing she brings it back, rather than making a mess elsewhere. So, I have to pick it all up, and in the process get an unappetising peek into my neighbours’ culinary and sanitary practices.

So why do we let her get out, you ask? Well we tried stopping her – take a look at ‘Alcatraz’ (as my wife has taken to calling our house, after we put barbed wire up

We put extra fencing, poles and barbed wire, all to stop her getting out. As you can see – she has broken through the fencing (multiple times), climbed over the top, and apparently on occasion has also climbed back in over the back wall and fence. She is truly the Houdini of the canine world!

(this is an older photo, she broke that collar too – into three pieces somehow, when we had chained her up once)

Well, I know I’m too late for the Wild Live Blogging, but I couldn’t come up with any ideas before and I’ve been busy. But last night we had some fun with our dogs

At the AMBP Smashin’ Gathering we were given Shrek headbands (to be worn with caution though – thanks synical). So we thought it would be fun to see our dogs with them on. But it was more difficult than we thought…

First Lucky refused…

Then after some pleading and persuasion…
Continue reading "Our Shrek Dogs"