Happy Birthday to Rocky

Dear Readers,

Another year has flown by and today I am writing again to say Happy Birthday to Rocky, our first pet.  Rock was a year older than me, so he would be 26 this year. Which is such an unrealistic age for a dog (that’s 182 years old in dog years), but don’t you just wish that pets could live forever with you?

Like daemons in Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials, where your pet is actually your soul, and you both communicate and battle through life together.

And I never thought of Rocky as a pet, he was and is my big brother. It would be like, “Rocky!!! *pulling his tail*, let’s go to the playhouse and have some tea!!!” and he would sit next to me, with my dolls and keep me company. 

Playing Dress up with Rocky

 And there was one point where he was an obese monster (100 lbs?) because we fed him all the food we didn’t like secretly under the table. You wouldn’t believe his size for a Labrador Retriever. Imagine the dog’s version of a Biggest Loser candidate.

Jay and I attack Rock for a photo opt during his nap time!

And he travelled with us everywhere, flying to Montreal, and back to HK, back and forth twice. One summer we sent him to the equivalent of FAT CAMP, and he came back trim and fit as a whistle. He survived Heart Worm disease treatment. And enjoyed his life, keeping us company, watching us grow up and being our tag along friend.

We could pull his tail, even put Greg on his back (when Rocky was 10) so Greg could get a ride. I never showered him with kisses, (like I do with Perdy and Gizmo). Rocky would just walk over and slump his body against ours while watching TV, or if we were playing smurfs/GI Joes he would be the moutain our figurines would have to climb.

 

He was very very patient with us...

Sometimes I worry that I will forget about the times we had together. And as Perdy is approaching 12 (Her vet says she will be able to live until 16, despite her heart  condition) deep down I’m really scared that Perdy is going to be just like Rocky, who was very activeand then suddenly old age hit him…and then he deteriorated practically overnight.

When I was growing up, I calculated that the latest I could get married is 18, because Rock would be 19 by then, and MAYBE by some odd miraculous chance, he could attend my wedding. You know, he would be the Ring Bearer, with the ring pillow on his back.

We all love and miss you Rocky, and you are always on our minds and in our hearts.

We really miss your prescence.

Happy Birthday to my big bro Rock!

Feeling incredibly sentimental,
Stacy

Perdy Saves the Day!

Dear Readers,

I haven’t written about Perdy in a long time. But today I just can’t help but really really love her!

Gizmo dazed and confused (taking a nap and then disturbed by the camera)

Ever since we have adopted Gizmo, she has been just a tad insecure, and…for lack of nicer words…a bully. Doesn’t he look the most adorable poor thing in the world?

Incident #1: She is full, and has a few morsels in her food bowl, I’d pick them up and try to feed it to her. Her mouth would be shut tight, and if I manage to pop a food kernel into her mouth, she’d spit it out. <–she is that stubborn. She walks out of the kitchen. Then, Gizmo is standing next to me, so I offer him her food, and out of nowhere, she walks very proudly up to me, pushes him aside and eats all the food in my hand!

Incident #2: Gizmo is so paranoid about eating (because of perdy) that I have to stand near him while he eats. And sometimes, at night, I’m selfish and want to stay in the living room to watch TV, but Gizmo scratches the kitchen door (he is very communicative in that way). So one day, I placed his food bowl in front of the TV, so I can still watch TV, and he can eat (win-win situation). Perdy is sitting underneath a chair about, 1.5 metres away from his bowl? And just as he is about to take a bite to eat, Perdy barks at him from a distance, and he bows and sits down. SO CUTE! (and so sad at the same time!)

Well Incident # 3 happened today.

Incident # 3: One of our aircons had to be fixed. So I had to stand in the room with the 3 aircon men (really sweaty and stuffy. Eeeeeewww) and Gizmo walks in to say hi to me (I’m standing in the inner part of the room) And one of the men ask him over, so Gizmo walks over to him. And the guy is such a psycho! He doesn’t play with Gizmo, he takes his hand and puts it on Gizmo’s back. Not patting him, just placing it there like a clamp. And I find it really odd,  because I see Gizmo trying to move, but not moving. And I think to myself, he must be gripping the poor baby hard! But I don’t know what to say, and I’m a big coward…

Because I’m in a bedroom, with three workers who on the previous day swindled me for 500 baht (The Boss told me he would give me the accessory for free, when they came they insisted on charging me 1,500 baht for the accessory, my maid bargained it down to 500, and today when my assistant called to complain, the boss said, “Really? 500? I told them to give it to you for free. <– Amazing Thailand.)

Anyways, back to the story. Yes I’m a huge coward. Perdy slowly walks into the room, like a lioness prowling. She quickly assesses the situation. You see her eyes look at Gizmo (who is trying to move) and then you see her eyes look at the guy, and she barks and lunges at him! The guy steps back, let’s go of Gizmo and Gizmo goes to run behind Perdy!!!

HURRAY! Perdy saves the day! She didn’t bite him, she just likes to bark and snip. Just to scare people. (she is harmless because all her teeth are grinded down from biting rocks when young.)

She is so sweet and loving! So despite her mean persona, deep down inside she loves Gizmo and looks out for him. So today was a huge revelation, because we discovered Perdy’s dirty secret.

Perdy always has our back. I love you love you love you sweet beautiful Perdy!!!

Speaking of whom, she is giving me the “It’s-so-late-I-want-to-sleep-already” look , so I better get going.

The "It's-so-late-I-want-to-sleep-already" look

Isn’t she beautiful? (in an old lady grouchy sort of way?)

Write soon,
Stacy

My little prince

I love holding him, and he always asks to be held too!

Dear Readers,

This week in the Bangkok Post’s magazines 5th anniversary they had the most gross fashion portrayal of my favourite book – THE LITTLE PRINCE.

ARgh so disgusting.

Anyways, Vick left for dubai and left her son with us – Gizmo. He’s our little sweetheart! Of course we still adore and love Perdy lots more, but Gizmo is really growing on us.

His new names are – Little Man, Gizzard, Henry (named after Ugly Betty’s Sweetheart Henry!), and Little prince.

So dreamy

Gizmo eating his bone

I love holding him

I love holding him, and he always asks to be held too!

Gizmo sleeping on my tummy

 

Isn’t he so precious?

Stacy

Lucy strikes again!

Dear Readers,

Living in a small community, I have to blog about the most recent gossip circulating.

This is a warning letter to all pet owners, and parents with young children in Villa Nakarin, Bangkok.

Satan’s spawn- AKA Lucy (our ex-neighbour dog), the mix Alsatian-devil dog that attacked Perdy 3 times. She just became murderer. Lucy murdered 2 toy dogs yesterday at 5pm.

See, Lucy thankfully moved 2 streets down, but still gets walked around the community. All dogs are usually walked at 6 (to avoid Lucy, our babies go out at 4:30pm). Around 5pm Perdy was whining and barking, wanting to go out, but I just hushed her.

Imagine if she sensed Lucy and was trying to save the other dogs, how bad of me!

Back to the story..

Lucy broke free from her leash, pounced on those toy dogs – Chihuahua – and RiPPED out one’s belly and broke the other’s neck!!! The security guards rushed over and tried to pull them apart and stop the fight. When they were able to separate the fight, the two chihuahuas were murdered. Can you imagine, RIPPED OUT his BELLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lucy must have missed the taste of blood (her last attack was in March) and those two innocent chihuahuas were easy victims.

They were also Perdy’s and Gizmo’s friends.

Anyways I propose the motion: Villa Nakarin should sentence Lucy to first degree murder.

She has a serious track record, and my poor Perdy is suffering from mental anxiety now, she doesn’t like to step out of our house bounds. (Before she was the adventurer(sp?) remember? )

Let’s hope that Lucy’s Mother will be socially responsible and make the right decision.

So please RIP the baby chihuahuas, I feel extremely sad for the family, they just moved in and rented the houses at the side of the lane – I think they are from Europe.

*BREAKING NEWS* *BREAKING NEWS* *BREAKING NEWS* *BREAKING NEWS*

Oh! News just in, Lucy’s walker (Anna’s maid) was chatting on her mobile phone and Lucy saw her victims and ran to them. About the aftermath – the police came to Lucy’s house, and LEFT. meaning that maybe ANNA (Lucy’s mother) bribed them! How great it is to live in a corrupted society, where criminals including DOGS roam freely. So much for being responsible.

Stacy

Photos of our darlings:

This is a photo we took of Gizmo when there was commotion outside, look how scared he looks.

This is Perdy listening to music (we were studying on the dining room table and brought the speakers downstairs.)