Propeller head

Twas a long weekend...and I didn't get a long stretch of time to catch up on my reading. Only managed to speed-read two books while he was having his naps! He just wanted to play any waking moment he got with me. My boy looks so stinking cute here...

My boy...the total (male) diva

In recent months, the boy has been downright attention seeker.

When he's not sleeping or waiting for meals, he snitching things from me or nudging me up to my feet. He's been throwing his tantrum-like barks when he's bored. So lately, I've been trying to bargain with him (again). Well, in the past, I've sent him running to the backyard to check for cat invasions or the front gate for visitors. After a few times, he got the whiff that someone was crying wolf.

So now, I send him to look for his ball. It's funny to watch him react. First, he stops barking. Thinks for a sec...then runs outside to look for his ball. That's when I get my extra minute of what I was doing before he runs in with his ball. :D

Since he got his ball, I've to honour my side of the bargain. We go play fetch. Nowadays, he's super good at it.... playing fetch "volleyball style". He runs and jumps mid-air to reach the ball. Blocking...spiking..... fetching the ball and making a pee-stop on the return like a player with an attitude. And always, he's clever enough to take position in the middle of the garden like goalkeeper waiting for a penalty kick.

When he's done, he's does his frog pose (above) to signal that it's gameover.

The prisoner escapes...

I've been so proud of my boy for staying within the compound eventhough the gate is wide open. So proud that this imaginery boundary that cannot be cross without my expressed command.

Last Saturday, my boy decides that he could not wait to be strapped with his harness. At first, he stepped out just a bit...then, he started to smell the neighbour's bush ....then the next thing I knew, he bolts to the next bush and the next...

So, there I was chasing him down the road. Unfortunately, he didn't have his collar on...which made it difficult to get a good grip on him. Following him from behind, I can see that he doesn't look where he's going, he doesn't stop at the junction down the road. Not street smart wor...:(

Finally, I caught hold of him at the very end of the park. I think he had fun just running free. But, I was crossed....well, more scared stiff than anything else by the harrowing episode. I was just glad I caught up with him on foot.

The kitchen escort

At day care, it is customary for my boy to personally escort anyone going into the kitchen. He's usually waiting for a tip for his service.

Photo: Boy snitches my oven gloves and runs out the door

My dog is Ipoh mari one...

This was my boy at 8 weeks. Second day in his new home....looking so scared and sad :(



This is my boy showing off his IC (a.k.a. lesen anjing) today. Time flies....3 collar-change later...my boy's all grown up!!



His father (Sire) is CH Robslyne Ritual Storm (Black-2005)
His mother (Dam) is Kenn Ming Princess (Yellow-2004)

Boy was whelped on 10 August 2008. A litter of five (mix of yellow and black pups, either 4:1 or 3:2 I can't recall now).

Did you know that my dog's original given name was Tansteven Carloes Rock? yes, ...Carloes Rock ...if I'm reading his M.K.A cert correctly.

Now, he's simply called Haruki. Short name is Ruki or Haruk (for whatever reason). Manja name is Tung-Tung.

So, I guess his full name is Haruki Leong Tung Tung....hahahaha...