Hello everyone!
My name is still Lucky, and yes, my owner is still a sucker. I've put on some weight (though my ribs are still showing) and I am friskier than ever! Two weeks now, hehe. They are too attached to me to let me go! Ah, life is good. Please. Feel free to 'awwww' at my floppy ear.
Yeah so there is Lucky, still thin, but now part of the family. He has begun to show Maya who is boss, too, and doing some very sexual non-sexual things on her.
Y'know. Like pawing her and biting her neck and jumping on her and stuff. But Maya is a bona fide diva, so she couldn't be bothered with a ragamuffin like him. But yeah. He's adjusting nicely to life with the Wongs; though the same could not be said for the Wongs, who, with the exception of one Wong, is still adjusting to having him paw on them when they leave the house.
Or taking him out so he can take the Browns to the SuperGrass or when he needs a feeding. Which he does. Several times a day.
But he is uber frisky, uber active and supremely pleased with himself. I also suspect he adores me quite a bit - so far I am the only one he will rush to when I call him. I think I am uncomfortable with such love. Maya doesn't love me half as much (she loves my sis more, because my sis feeds her and I, well, BATHE her) and if you think it's ridiculous dogs can pilih kasih then you are clearly wrong because dogs have favorites, just like human beings. So there.
Anyway so yeah. He's busy tripping me over and yanking the chain when I take him out for walks so he's a handful. Really, REALLY deep, forceful bark though. You'd expect that bark to come out of a vicious dog like Bra-man's Kane rather than on a skinny mongrel with a sissy name like Lucky.
AND! He's got this adorable floppy ear. I think I died a little over that ear. Damn cute.
Gong Xi Gong Xi: GODDAMIT ENUFF WITH THE CHINESE BEAT- BOXING ALREADY
In the words of Douglas Lim, I HATE CHINESE NEW YEAR MUSIC. No offense to those of you who DO like it.
But if you're here at my blog, then you're here because you
(a) read my blog because you have no life
(b) are a friend of mine and thus, read my blog because you have no life (or else you'd be friends with people like D.Lim and D. Iking and all the cool D.s of the world)
(c) share my same beliefs and values and thus, am a friend of mine and thus,
HATE CHINESE NEW YEAR MUSIC (too).
All that 'tong tong chang' is driving me crazy. If I never hear another 'gong xi' again it will be too soon. Slowly, but surely, I will go stark raving mad from the repetitious, annoying, ingratiating and dulcet tunes of the perpetually festive. Especially the ones they play in shopping malls.
And the worse part is, there is no appropriate pooh-pooh statement for it. Not like Xmas, when you can say Bah, Humbug. But for CNY? What are you going to say?
'Bah...ahh...Pak Choy?"
Nope. Not quite the same.
Yeah so that aside, CNY preps are coming along like a fish in water, or like Lucky on antibiotics. The ingredients for the baked goods are bought, ready to be turned into delicious (though slightly limited) varieties of cookies, cakes and erm, cookies.
So there is saving my mom some money on cookies. ^^, And with waaay better ingredients than what a factory processed bunch of cookies have. At least I use proper vanilla extract, and not vanilla FLAVOURING! (disgusting!). And butter, not, erm, fake cow's stuff. Okay so wrong I shut up now.
Anyhoos.
Here is some festive CNY cheer.
TIGER DANCE! (not the Thai kind. And certainly not the kind with FLESH exposed)
The poor guy being frightened is a member of the events management company that we share an office with.
Rawr. Er. Meow. Er. Oh f-it. Let's just be cute and be done with.
Tiger Dance in the office. Hur hur. Apparently sponsored by Tiger Beer (figures) and cans of Tiger beer was supposed to be downstairs also. But I wouldn't know anything about that, no.
*swig swig*
Ahem.
But that's all for now, folks. I AM looking forward to CNY, despite my grumpiness, and I hope this year will be a good one!
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