Attached To A Toy... Again

My red woolly toy mysteriously disappeared. I have a strong feeling that they throw it out because it was so dirty and torn up already. Anyway, I'm happy that they bought a replacement before they threw it away.

This is my new squeaky toy. I don't know what's with me and squeaky toys but just like my previous one, I quickly become attached to this one as well. 

I bringt it everywhere with me and it never leaves my side. I even sleep with it at night.

Attached to a Toy

Kim bought me a new toy! No matter how old I am, I still like toys!

At first Kim thought I wouldn't like the toy she got me because all my toys are plush. I've got a lot of plush toys already, so Kim decided I should try playing with something new.

She got me this long red wooly dog that squeaks at the head and tail.

I don't know how to make it squeak by myself, so, the first few days of playing it, I'd whimper all around the house with the toy in my mouth because I can't get it to squeak. All that crying made Kim regret of getting me the toy.

Now, who would have known I'd get attached to it. I have never gotten attached to anything in my life. Sure, I'd bring around a new toy for a couple of hours from receiving it, but I don't get attached to it not more than a day.

I bring it with me to bed...

I still have it with me when I wake up in the morning...

I play with it the whole day...

And I still play with it when it's night. 

I bring my new toy everywhere with me!

Merry Me

Merry Christmas everyone!

I can't believe I have a surprise gift! 

Darlene, Jennifer and Kim surprised me with a gift. I must admit, at first I thought they were giving me a lousy paper bag

I'm checking what's inside. It's really hard to open a gift if you don't have any hands!

Oh wow! Look! They gave me another stuff toy!

They gave me a Smurf! 

Slippers

When I was young, I used to enjoy stealing slippers and chewing on them. Everybody was mad about it. I remember when they leave their slippers, they had to hide it from me. They made sure that the slippers are not within my reach.

When I did get hold of a slipper, they would chase me around the house to retrieve what I stole. It was irritating for them but quite fun for me. I had thought of it as a fun game of running around the house.

I have ruined a couple of slippers in my puppy days. We have a lot of slippers here that lost it's pair. If chasing me would make them mad, ruining their slippers made them furious. I got shout at and scolded a lot of times already because of it.

Now that I have grown up, I'm old enough to know that playing with slippers will get me in trouble.



See, I won't even bother taking this pair of cute slippers. 

Where's Coco?

"Where's Coco?"
That's what they say when we're playing a hide-and-seek game.
They try to seek me out but they cannot find me. I feel like a ninja hiding in my hiding place...



No one can find me even when I'm just hiding under the bed sheets. Maybe because when someone yells, "where's Coco?", I suddenly stay very still. I wouldn't dare move a muscle. If I move, they'd find me and the game will be over.



They caught me!
No matter how fun the game is, it eventually has to stop. I can't hide there forever... 

Selfish

I am the only pet in our house. And being the only dog in the family is the best wish any dog can ask for. All the attention is on me. All the love and affection, focused only on me. And all the toys goes only to me.



Here I am, with all my toys, hanging out in my basket. The basket is where they keep my toys, or else they're just scattered everywhere. I'm getting a feeling that the next trick they'll be teaching me is "Go and get all your toys and return them into your basket".

Being the only dog here made me a little bit selfish... Okay.. Okay.. I am definitely selfish and not just "a little bit". I do not want anyone to play with my things. I want to keep it all to myself. When someone grabs a toy, all I want to do is get it back.


I'm selfish, but not crazy. I know there are some dogs that bites others once someone took what's theirs. I am not like that. You can still safely touch my things, I won't bite. But, the question is... Will you dare touch any of my toys knowing that the only means for me to play it is by my mouth?

Don't Mess with the Angry Birds

I swear I didn't steal any eggs... I don't even eat eggs... 

I have to protect myself so I made a fort out of pillows.

These Angry Birds are accusing me of stealing their eggs, within a couple of minutes, more came to attack me...

Nah... the Angry Birds aren't really attacking me. I just thought it would be fun to play with these plush toys.

A New "Bed"

When I was a puppy, I had a bed where they thought I'd stay and sleep in during the day. The bed was made out of wicker and was big enough to fit me and all my toys in. The bed didn't last long because I chewed on it. Soon, the basket-like bed fell apart.

I grew up without that bed. If you notice from my other photos, I'm allowed to sit and sleep on the sofa. I know other dogs wouldn't even last a few seconds on a couch because their masters would make them jump off, but not me. They even carry me up to make me stay on the couch.

I don't have any bed or toy chest to keep my toys in. So, usually, all my toys are scattered around the living room. I have 2 or 3 stuffed toys lying around the house, and I also have 2 balls that are probably under the couch now. Kim decided that a good way to keep my toys is getting me a new bed. The bed would serve as a toy chest and also for me to sleep in.

Unfortunately, the dog bed they bought before was out of stock, so, they decided to get me this instead,

Yes, it's a basket, a wicker basket. It's obviously a basket because you can see there's two handles there. They put a cushion in and.... voila! They thought they turned it into a bed. Sometimes, I sleep in my new "bed", that is, if I'd like to cuddle up. I really think my new "bed" is a bit small for me. If you noticed from my picture, it looks like they squeezed me in. 

I don't think I fit in there when I try to sleep on my side. It doesn't matter anyway. I don't normally sleep in there because I still prefer sleeping on the cool floor or on the soft couch. A basket is a good toy chest though...

Look Who I Found

Here's a picture of me attacking a sea turtle.... No... I'm playing with my toy, Mr. Turtle. I was talking about him in my previous entry and thought there wasn't any picture of him. I'm so glad I found my one and only picture of him.

Playmates

A good advice I can give pet owners is to give your pets' toys names. Therefore, we will know which toy you are referring to.

All my toys have a specific name. They always give my toys, especially the stuff toys, names. Some are silly, like "Mr. Turtle" while some are practical like "Lion". When they ask me to "Get Teddy." I know which toy they want me to bring them.

It's been like this since the very first toy I got.

Look at that cute puppy with her stuff toy. Would you be surprise if I tell you that that puppy in the picture is none other than me? There I am with my very first toy "Hippo".

Hippo is a tiny pink hippopotamus. Hippo died when I was teething. But imagine if I have Hippo now. I can fit the whole thing in my mouth!




Then came "Dalmatian". Dalmatian is a stuff toy from the cartoons 101 Dalmatian. Since no one here remembers even one name from the 101 dalmatian dogs in the cartoon, they just named him "Dalmatian". Dalmatian used to be my night companion. Back when I was around 3 or 4 months old, I don't sleep through the whole night. I just take naps at night. And when I'm awake in the dark room where everyone else is sleeping and snoring, Dalmatian was there right beside me, ready to play. I really thought Dalmatian was real before. Then I notice that he doesn't move or make a sound, even when I wrestle him.

After Dalmatian I have a turtle doll names "Mr. Turtle". I don't know where he went, but I have a wild guess I might have been too rough on him. Mr. Turtle is probably on the "other side" now.

I have loads of toys that I'll probably talk about next time. All these memories left me feeling sad that the toys I just showed you are now gone.

Ride With Me

I found another picture of me in my picture archives. If you have Kimberly around, you'll sure have a lot of pictures.

Here's a "cool" picture of me riding a motor bike. I'm not actually riding it.. I'm just sat on it. It's not even our motorcycle. It belongs to our neighbor. He park it there, and since he's not around... I decided to mess around with it. Well, it's not exactly my idea, it's Kimberly's plan to sit me here. So if the owner finds out, it's Kimberly's fault.

Boo! I See You!

Hide-and-seek is my favorite game. This picture was taken when I was around 1 year old. that's a shot of me finding someone out of their hiding place.

They'd hide around the house and call out my name for me to look for them.

Back when I was younger, I wasn't too good in playing this game. I'm not used to using my sense of smell so it doesn't help me finding the person hiding. But now, I'm the master of this game! I can find anyone within a couple of minutes. I have a strong sense of smell that can track down anybody.

I hate it when they decided to cheat. I cannot open doors and go out by myself. So, I consider hiding outside as cheating because they are hiding somewhere impossible for me to catch them.

In this game, I'm always the "it". I never tried hiding for them to find me. I'm bad in hiding. I always tend to forget to hide myself properly when I try to hide. When my head is hidden, I always think my entire body is covered as well. It's also hard to hide when you hide a tail. There are times when I am unaware that my tail is hanging out of my hiding place.

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.