August 17, 2009 • 3:49 pm
You see, I was supposed to post something about the two dreams I had some time back. But I just kept going back for more… sleep, instead of writing because I am so so sick of it. So sick of how, by writing, I seem to be condemning myself to the chains of frugality, forever.
Anyway, I still remember bits of it. Vaguely, something about travelling thick into the Amazonian jungle, in search of a special spot, the only spot on Earth without gravity. It was controlled by the indigenous people so tourists had to pay to enter it. We took a boat in – there were several. I think I was afraid of piranhas, or the possibility of piranhas (since it would have been interesting to see those tiny killers).
When we got off the boats, we had to line up, in zig-zaggy lines typical of tourists to move in. Everyone was floating in there. It was amazing, miraculous, well-worth the expensive ticket. I’ve always wanted to go space, I remember muttering. And then we floated. We could move our arms around, “swim” a little. We only had 20 minutes before the next batch of tourists. We were awed.
I can’t remember the other dream now. In other news, I just lit some sparklers with K and planning a trip to Penang. And I’m getting the iPhone 3Gs tomorrow. Am very excited – I can be such a tech-nut sometimes. I should have been a boy. But nevermind, I have a boy dog, and he has just finished his rawhide bone and he is happy, and so am I.
Filed under: dreams, humdrum, woof!
August 10, 2009 • 4:25 pm
My very dear Starkey, you are three today. Since you came into my life, everything changed for the better. I came home to a bouncy, greedy shih tzu every day. I love you lots. Because you, literally, saved my life. I want to spend every one of your birthdays with you and shower you with treats and toys! Hugs!
Filed under: humdrum, woof!
September 24, 2008 • 2:40 pm
Before I sleep I’d ruffle Starkey’s fur and smell his paw and feel very grateful he’s just right there next to me, even if the rest of the flat is dark and devoid of – pretty much everything. Yesterday night I buried my face into his fur and told him you had a brother you had a brother! And I was thinking of Moggy and his sweet face and his mini coughs. And the memories are getting vaguer – I had re-watch videos to remember how he used to run, how he used to sleep, how he used to cough even. I later dreamt of a giant mall where each level was stamped with multi-coloured footprints and I didn’t leave mine because I was floating slightly above the shiny floors. That’s all I remember for now. This afternoon I spilled coffee all over my khaki-coloured dress – I had shut my tired eyes just when I was negotiating a corner – and almost cried at the loss of pretty much everything except for my shreds of sanity, and of course Starkey, who is at this moment satisfied with the daisy he chewed as dessert.
Filed under: belljar, dreams, woof!
Conan the chihuahua prays for worldly desires, via ST.
So cute! And while we’re woofing away, Red Dog by Louis De Bernieres is absolutely fantastic.
Filed under: all things frivolous, woof!
December 2, 2007 • 3:28 pm
*Proud-Mummy Mode* Starkey passed his temperament test! It’s part of the requirement before he can become a PAT dog under Therapy Dogs Singapore. He came when called (+), snapped at a Golden Retriever (-) shivered in the presence of a German Shepherd (-) and allowed a “patient” to cuddle him roughly without biting (+).
So we went out and got him a Tou Tou carrier bag from Pet Safari so he can ride in a cab to those hospital/home visits. He didn’t seem too pleased to spend his Saturday that way, what’s with tests, dog bags and baths. But with all those beetles he chomped down, he better start doing some volunteer work to gain some karma points.
Filed under: all things frivolous, woof!
September 16, 2007 • 2:17 pm
On long nights such as this, introspection is a difficult task. But here I am, nursing a headache in bed and poetically mourning the loss of a deeply treasured relationship smothered by belljar air.
Minutes ago, I scooped Starkey up from the floor and told him, “korkor’s not coming back”. He perked his ears up and listened intently. I’ve been telling him that for the past few nights now. He still waits, every night at the door. So do I, despite what my logical mind informs me.
Filed under: belljar, woof!
August 29, 2007 • 2:40 am
He hates dog shows, and prefers not to be a penholder.
Filed under: woof!
March 21, 2007 • 11:44 pm
Starkey’s sterilisation went well! Instead of two sweet pea-sized *uhm* balls, he now has only 1 shrunken sac! Cheer with me!
Neutering’s important! There won’t be any Starkey Juniors, but I’m glad. Because that means no possibilities of unwanted puppies at all. The world doesn’t need more Shih Tzus. He’ll also show less tendencies to wander off or mark territiories, and run a lesser risk of hormonal-related conditions later in life.
He was so depressed when he came home with the e-collar. He didn’t know what the lampshade-lookalike was, and desperately wanted to scratch downthere. So he whined and looked at us with large pitiful eyes. He also dragged his e-collar on the ground, scratch cupboard doors with it, and attempted to lick it away.
We got up at three in the morning to feed him his first small meal after more than 26 hours of fasting and watched him lick everything clean. He got slightly happier after that. And by the end of the second day, he was as good as new.
Here’s a pic of him waiting for his turn!
Filed under: woof!
