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Bubble Dreams

Here I am curious about Bubbles. What are they? At first I was so curious about what they are, I got a little afraid of it. Avoiding the floating bubbles coming towards me. I realized that you can't run away from the bubbles. Especially if you're on a bench and the only way to go is back or front. (FYI, I do not jump of the bench afraid my tiny legs won't be able to catch my fall.)

After being showered with bubbles, it was kind of fun playing with them. I think you imagined me popping the bubbles with my paws right? Well... you're WRONG! I do this instead....

It doesn't exactly work. And I think I look stupid trying to eat the bubbles.

I think too much bubbles can look scary. So I just sat still waiting for all of them to go away.

New Toys

Meet my 2 new toys, Jacob and Bone-Bone.

They usually give my toys names. And it's not because I befriend my toys. It's for me to know which toy they are referring to.

One of the games I love to play is hidden objects game. In my case, it's me searching for my toys around the house. They'd start the game by saying "Where's Jacob?". Upon hearing that, I'm set to look for Jacob around the house. Sniffing every corner there is and peeking every table top. This game is easy if you have a superb sense of smell, like me.

Imagine if they didn't named my toys. How will I know which toy I should find if they said, "Coco, where's your toy?" That'll be a hard game since I'll be looking for all my toys.

I just wish Jacob and Bone would live long. Most of my toy die quickly. (R.I.P. Mr. Turtle...)

Here Comes A Groom

The time has finally come that my fur has grown back. If you're my fan, you probably read the horrible fur-cut I had a few months back. I was almost bald back then, I almost looked like a chihuahua. You'd know that you have an ugly cut when your neighbor keeps on repeating "Oh... it's short.... your fur used to be long and pretty, but now.... it's short... really short." Well... enough with that because I'm back to the way I was.

But, as happy as I can be with my fur now, there's always a sad consequence - I have to go and get a fur-cut. And you know how terrified I am with that.

Mommy said she'd watch the groomer like a hawk this time. Any mistake and the grommer's dead! Mommy won't let any disaster happen to me again.

I never posted any photo of me with my horrible cut, and I know it makes you wonder what I look like. Since I'm back to normal, I finally decided to let the photos out, here's a before and after shot of me...

This is my "Before" shot...

And "After".

Shhh.... Sleeping

I don't know about other dogs, but, I usually sleep all day. I nap in the morning, I sleep all through the afternoon, and there's another nap in the evening. You think I have a problem falling asleep at night? Nope! I get sleepy at around 9:30pm. I think I got this from Darlene, who, like me, also loves to sleep.

Here I am sleeping... I usually sleep on the floor, especially when it's really hot. There are times when I look for the comfort of a soft couch. Other dogs aren't allowed to go up on couches, but, since Mommy loves me, I can do whatever I want!

And this is me sleeping again. They say this position makes me look like a cat, which is an insult because I hate cats!

And when I'm really sound asleep, I sleep like this. And first it freaks people out thinking something bad might've happened to me. I remember when Daddy saw me like this for the first time. He quickly called Jennifer to check if somethings wrong with me.

There are also times when I'm so into my sleep, that I have nightmares. Bad dreams that makes me cry or make me look like I'm running. I do not know how I can have nightmares. Maybe it has something to do with the gang of stray cats I see outside. They haunt me in my sleep.

Halloween Costume Picks

Halloween is just around the corner and here are my top 3 picks for my costume this year...

Costume #1, a Chicken.

Everyday, I look out my window and what do I see? Chickens! Clucking freely outside. To make things clear, I do not live in a farm. I'm a city dog, but, my neighbor decided to raise a flock of chickens. When Kimberly walks me outside, one of the the fun things we would do is to chase the chickens away. You should see me and Kim, we are so happy. It's really funny how the chickens run away in terror. The fun ends when we see the chickens' owner face, she looks angry. She does not like her chickens to be aggravated like that.

So, maybe, if I can be a chicken for a day, they might make me fun freely outside. And I can try and blend in the flock. Costume #2, a Giraffe.

I haven't seen a giraffe in real life (obviously, I am not allowed in a zoo) but I have seen one on tv. Yes, I watch tv sometimes. Especially if animals or cartoons are on. Those kind of stuff catches my attention. Anyway, back to my topic... I wanted to become a giraffe because I am amazed about how tall they are! If I'm as tall as a giraffe, I would be able to reach all my toys that's placed on high table tops. I would not need to bark to call somebody and beg for them to hand me my toy. If I'm a giraffe, I can simply get it myself.

Wait a minute... I'm guessing I won't be as tall as a giraffe just because I'll be dressing like one. Anyway, I think the weird things beside their ears are funny and this costume has them!

Costume #3, a Super Hero.

I want to be a Super Hero. I want to be Super Coco and attack all the stray cats outside. I want to be Super Coco and save Kim from the evil Cockroach. I can run really really fast and the cape that comes with this costume can help me with my speed. Hope this costume can make also strenghten my stamina because too much playing can knock me out to sleep in an instant.

So, those are my top 3 picks for this Halloween. But, thinking about it again, I hate wearing clothes. So, making me wear those would just irritate me and all that I'll be doing is trying to get my clothes off. I don't think these costumes are a good idea anymore...

The Best Guard Dog

I recently recieved a new toy. A pretzel-shaped rubber chew toy. I LOVE toys! Especially when it's new. I think Jennifer threw away my old toys - a tennis ball and a red rubber ball. It's probably because I over-chewed them.

So, when Kimberly gave me a new toy, I was so excited. I hate it when Kim has something I want. It's because she'll really make me work hard for it before handing it over to me. She's make me do every single trick I know. So, I have to sit, lie down, roll over, turn around and shake her hands a dozen times. But, even after doing those, she still won't hand it over easily. Even when I start crying for it, she still won't give it.

After doing a dozen tricks that made me a little dizzy, I finally got this pretzel! I was happily playing it for a few minutes until I got tired. No, I didn't get tired of it, I literally got tired! But, I do not want to let go of my toy because I'm afraid they might get it and hide it from me. So, I did this...

Here I am guarding my toy. I have to keep it in my paw-grip so they can't take it away. The moment someone tries to do something sneaky, I grab the toy quickly with my mouth and run for it!

While resting, I still have to keep my guard up. Instead of always watching over it, I put it on top of me paw. My paws were getting a little tired from trying to grip it. Putting it on top of my paw will still alert me when someone tried to take it.

When I can no longer force my eyes to open I finally fell asleep. But, still, no one can take that toy away from me! I slept on it! That way, I can feel it when someone tries to take it away. What can I say, I'm a clever dog!

Tummy Rub

Ahhh..... this is the life!

I LOVE getting tummy scratched, especially when I just woke up from a long nap. I don't know why I love it so much. Maybe because it's the part that I obviously cannot scratch myself.

Tummy rubs make me feel relaxed. So relaxing that I fall asleep all over again. Even when I'm really playful, a simple tummy rub can knock me out to sleep.

Lucky for me, Darlene, Jen and Kim usually give me tummy rubs. What do I have to do to get tummy rubs? Whenever they pet me, I would slowly twist myself to lie down on my back to expose my tummy. Sometimes, they would also volunteer to give it to me! All they would have to do is say "Tummy Rub!!". I know what that means and I will go to them and lie down.

A dog can never get too many tummy rubs. Will I ever get used to it so much that I'll give it up? I don't think so...

Signs

All of us have a sign we hate to see that prevents us from doing something or go somewhere. The sign I hate the most is this one...


I don't know why they hate pets so much that they don't allow us inside. It's not like I'm going to wildly run around inside and attack other customers.

For those of you who don't know, this is the (very big) sign posted outside every S&R Pricemart. But, the jokes on them! Little does the security guard there knows, is that, I have been inside S&R! Kimberly brought me day when I was still a tiny pup. Kim hid me inside a dog bag and just walked her way in the store without even bothering to stop when the guard called out on her for bag inspection. To tell you the truth, there's nothing special inside the store. It's kind of boring really.

Allergies

I went to the vet today. I always say how I hate that place because that place is scary! Today, I went there with Mommy. Mommy doesn't usually go to the vet with me, so this must be something serious.

Last night, Pearly found a wound on my skin. They all wondered where it came from. So, they decided that it was time to bring me to the vet.

The vet said I may be suffering from food allergies. Well, that explains why I itch a lot. Of all the food, I am allergic to chicken. And it's not even the real chicken meat, it's a chicken flavored dog food. Imagine what would happen to me if I got to eat the real thing!

Good thing they found what's causing those wounds, I'm beginning to think they're stigmata since they mysteriously pop up. Hope I'll get well soon... wish me luck!

Looking Back... 5 Months Old

Now, here I am when I was 5 months old. My fur's a bit longer than last month, but I still look silly. I looked like a crazy Einstein with all the fur on my head.

I may look happy in this picture but I'm not. They made me wear panties. And I cannot move since I was having a hard time walking. I do not know what purpose the panties serves for me.

Looking Back... 4 Months Old

Here's an old picture of me. I'm only 4 months in this picture. Yes, I know what you're thinking... I look skinny here. To tell you the truth, I don't like how I look like during this period. My fur isn't fluffy and I look like a totally different dog.

When I looked like this, all of them used to wonder if I would really look like this permanently. They also don't know what an actual Pomeranian-Spitz looks like. From a fluffy fur-ball when I was a cute little baby pup, to this. Imagine how shocked they were to see me like this. They didn't like how I look and so do I. And whenever they question my appearance, they sounded as if they were worried.

At the same time during this ugly duckling phase, my teeth were also falling off. A little trivia for those of you who don't know, yes, our baby teeth also fall off and we grow permanent ones. Maybe that's why my mouth is closed in this picture, I don't have a complete set of teeth. I really hated shaky tooth, the ones were they feel like they would fall off but won't. It's scary when Mommy drags me over and open my mouth trying to pry off my shaky teeth. I breathe hard and shake with fear. She won't listen to Kim or Jen that dog teeth would come off by itself. We do not need dentists, and most especially people who acts as if they're dentists but NOT.

Here's a better photo of me on that same month.

JolliMee

You may not notice it, but, I'm at a Jollibee fast food chain here. And you may be surprise that I am INSIDE. Yes, inside! It's my first time to get inside a restaurant. And Mommy had me seated in a high chair. Sadly, I just sat there. I did not eat anything.

Down By The Sea

I used to always hear all of them ask each other about what will happen if they ever bring me to the beach. They would wonder whether I'll eat the sand of not, or if I'm goind to be scared of the water or if I'll run like crazy on the sand and never come back to them. Well... all their [stupid] questions are finally answered on the weekend of July 25 and 26 where they brought me along with them on their short vacation.

I notice it was a little hard for them to look for a beach to check-in since either the resort does not allow pets or are full. I was relieved when they finally found a nice place to stay in. I was getting bored riding in the car where they have me sleep the whole time. I didn't let them down as I was in my best behavior in the car. I know that it isn't our car, I'm scared that the owner might scold me when I'm noisy.

Mommy brought me to the beach. She used a leash on me though... She was afraid I might run wildly on the sand or I might attack other swimmers. That's a picture of me checking out the view. I can't believe all the water surrounding me. If you're a big follower of my stories, you should know by now that I am not a big fan of water. Bath time terrifies me. So, try to guess what's going on in my mind when I saw all that water. I have to admit, I was scared Mommy might throw me in.

When Kim came, she thought it would be fun to run by the shore. It was, of course, not fun for me. She took me on a leash and drag me to run around. And I noticed that little by little, she would run nearer the water. The first moment the water touched my bare paws, I jumped a little and stepped back. Then every time a wave would come up, I'd run back up. After a while, I got used to the water and didn't mind about the waves. Kimberly wanted to soak me in the salty water, but Jennifer said I would take a long time to dry up.

Now that I've been to a beach, I can now say that it isn't as scary as I thought it would be. Just don't throw me in the water...

Go To Your Place

When it's bedtime, Kim usually puts me on her bed first. She'd let me stay there for a while. I'd force myself to fall asleep quickly so she won't carry me back to my place yet. If I'm lucky enough, I get to spend the whole night with her on her bed.

Most of the time, they won't let me sleep on their bed. In comes the "go-to-your-place". Those are the 4 words I hate to hear. That means, they'd put me back in my play pen and no more comfy bed. So, when I hear that 4 dreadful words, I'd try my best not to move. I'd also try to make myself heavier so they'd have a hard time pushing or carrying me away. So, no matter how hard they push, I'd still lie down and try to sleep. I'd also try to nip the hands that tries to take me away. Kim does not like this at all...

No matter what technique I use or how hard I try to stick in my spot, they always win. They can always carry me away. *Sigh

A Trip to the Vet

The place I hate the most is the VET. I know that when I go there, they're going to do something wierd to me. They either force me to eat this tablet, or stick some needles at the back of my neck. And the worst is them sticking up something thin up my... OMG, you don't want to know where. So, that's why the moment when either Jennifer or Kimberly leave me on top of the cold stainless table, my body feels funny and my legs suddenly become jello-like. I cannot stand up straight or sit, all I can do is lean on Jen or Kim and hoping they will not leave me there.

With all the drama I experience in the Vet, I got it easy compared to the other dogs I see. Here's a patient there that really got it bad...

Can you see the one I'm talking about? The dog is being carried by the guy holding the water bottle thingy. Is he dehydrated? The needle sticking in his paw looks like it hurts a lot, because the dog does not move his paw even for an inch.

Lucky for him, he's going home. So, these dogs probably got it worst...

Can you see my head in the pic? I took a peek at those poor (noisy) Poms. Actually, come to think about it, I see those 2 Poms on top EVERYTIME I go to the Vet.

So, being nosy, I found out those 2 Poms are the pet of the owner of the Vet. Wow! Thier lives must suck! They got the doctor as their master. Maybe that explains their non-stop loud barking, that's the room where they live.

The tiny Pom beneath them is a sick patient. Poor tiny Pompom.

I'm NOT Loving It

This is a rare moment. Me, sitting of the lap of McDonald's. This was taken a few weeks back, obviously before my fur cut.

Ronald doesn't seem to want children (and pets) sitting on his lap. That explains his selfish posture.

FYI, McDonald's is not a pet-friendly place since I am NOT allowed inside.

Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

This past Friday, Darlene and Jennifer decided that I really needed a fur-cut, so they brought me the the place I hate the most - The Vet. The vet I go to also offer dog grooming, and I've been groomed there for a couple of times, ok, 2 times to be exact. The first time I got a cut was ok. They only trimmed the fur that are going out of place. The second cut was fine by me but not okay for Mommy. The grommer didn't seem to cut much out of my fur which to me became a waste of time and money. And this was the third time for me to get groomed, and, all I can say is, I don't think I'll ever go back there, ever!

I got a horrible cut! Jennifer asked for a trim just like I always get, but, I got a whole new cut.

First of all, they switched their grooming area. It used to be near the waiting area, now, it's at the second floor. And customers don't usually get up to the second floor. So, imagine the surprise Darlene and Jennifer got when they saw me back. Jennifer wasn't even sure if it was me. I can see how bad the cut is, not because of a mirror (there was no mirror there), but because of the shocked expression in Darlene's and Jennifer's face. And when Jen tried to double check if I was really 'Coco' by calling out "Coco?? Coco??" I know that the cut was a bad one... To make matters worst, the groomer sais the most horrible line to say after a hair cut "It's okay, i'll grow back... um... quickly".

When Mommy and Kim saw me, it just proved more on how much a disaster my fur is. Kim was screaming that my baby fur was all wasted and how it will NEVER come back again. There's no use screaming now, what's done is done.

So, excuse me for not posting any photos of my new cut. I know how bad it is... it's so bad that I hid behind the couch for a couple of hours. It's so bad that they seem to hug me less nowadays. It's so bad that neighbors just say I still look cute or this cut suits me more just so they won't hurt Mommy's feelings. It's so bad that all of them just trick themselves that my fur is growing longer as the days past.

I think I'll stop posting new photos of me as of today... I'll just wait til my fur is decent enough til I'll let anyone take my picture. I hope it'll grow fast. For now, I think I'll just blog about the old times, when my fur was puffy and I look cute.

For Display Only

I don't know if other dogs live the same way as I am. But, I'm sure no one has done this to them...

There's been a couple of newly made cabinets at home and I wonder, is this what it's for?? Kim couldn't resist making fun of me. While I was locked up inside and slowly suffocating, there's Kim, laughing her pants off.

Bad Habit

When I get sleepy, I have this bad habit I do where I just lick my paws. If babies suck their thumbs, I lick my paws! I wonder why after I do this, all of them are grossed out whenever I touch them.

Licking my paws makes it smell funny. They say it smells really stinky but I say it just smells like me.

Cute and Cuddly

Here are old cute pictures of me when I was only a month old. Imagine how small I was. Look how round I was. Other people

thought I was a Chow Chow pup.

Good Night, Sleep Tight

I'm a dog that loves to sleep. With all the naps I take, I still can't stay up late at night. At around 9:30pm, I get sleepy already.

My nightly routine is, someone will bring me out back for "wee-wee". Sometimes, I hate it when they don't get that I just peed a while ago and can't wee wee anymore. When I get back inside, they'd wipe me with a wet towel. As if that will clean up my fur! But it does a got job keeping my paws clean though. Then, they'd put me on stairs and I have to wait for them to finish their routine. They usually carry me going up. I know how to go up the stairs by myself, it's just that when I go up, I get all crazy when I reach upstairs. I'd hide under beds so no one can catch me. I'd also run around really really fast. They all hate it when I do this, that's why they carry me.

That's the picture of how I sleep at night. They put me in my play pen. They're afraid I might roam around in the middle of the night while everyone's asleep.

I love my pillow. It's comfy and Mommy gave it to me.

If I can choose, I prefer to sleep like this...

Whenever someone puts me on their bed, I quickly find a nice spot to lie down. Then, I'd hurry and force myself to fall asleep on their bed. There's a slim chance they'd let me stay on the bed the whole night (especially with Kim).

That's "Hot"

This was me March of 2008. I was only 3 months old here when Jennifer decided to make me an outfit.

I think she found an instruction on how to make pets clothes on the net and decided to try it out on ME. Unlucky me...

As if it isn't hot here already. My fur is think and the hot weather makes me uncomfortable. Wearing clothes makes me even more uncomfortable. Pictures say a thousand words, and here, you can tell I am clearly unhappy of my new vest. Can't you tell that I'm sad?

Well, now, I can't even see that plaid vest anymore. Clearly, I have outgrown it. And, Jen and Kim decided to give away my old clothes to some other dog instead. But, that isn't my only clothes. As I grew bigger, Jen keeps on making me new ones, and Kim keeps on buying me other clothes. Here's me in something else....

That's a recent photo of me.

I don't move much when they wear me clothes. So, I just lie down and cry, begging someone to please take it off.

New Plan

Since I want to transfer my old blog to this new one, I've decided not only to post the link of my previous blog but re-write it here, little by little. Aside from the amazing stories, I also got a lot of cute puppy pictures I don't want to waste! Like this adorably cute picture of me sleeping.

I was only 1 month old here. I used to sleep a lot! And I would sleep anywhere that people around the house can't even find me. The pink hippo used to be my favorite toy until I bit of all 4 of it's legs off. I sure miss Hippo...

Well now, I know where the good spot to take a naps are.

That's me sleeping on a comfy couch. I don't usually sleep on the couch, I prefer sleeping on the cold floor, but, there are times when I'm too sleepy and lazy to jump off the couch. So, I fell asleep there.

Stuck On Me

I have a green rubber ring toy which I play a lot. It’s been with me for quite a long time now. I am amazed myself that up until now, it’s still a whole piece. Toys don’t usually last with me, you see. I love playing that green toy. There are times that I could not find it anywhere, but, when Kim gives it back to me, boy, am I happy!

I am starting to notice why they hide that green toy from me. Here’s a picture of me playing with it. Look at it carefully…

Can you see the green ring stuck behind my teeth? I was happily playing with it until this happened. I could not get it out. Everyone was freaking out when they saw my dilemma, I can try to pull it off with my paws or have someone help me with it.


This is the second time this has happened. The first time was last year. When Mommy saw what happened, she carried me and pry it off. It was scary since everyone around heard something. It sounded like my 2 fangs are going to come off as well. So, when Mommy saw this happening, she told everyone else to leave me alone.


I tried and tried to take it off all by myself. It’s hard to take that toy off without having any fingers you know. I jump on the couch, off the couch and back on the couch. I was getting scared myself. I could not live with a green ring stuck around my mouth.


Eventually, I was successful in removing that ring.

And if you think I’d stop playing with it, then you are wrong. I still love my green ring toy!

New in BlogSpot!

It's me! Coco! I just created a new account here on Blogspot. Too bad I can't transfer all my older blogs from http://cutecoco.blog.friendster.com/ here.