Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Yahoo!! I graduated. See...here the certificate to prove my graduation. I am moving on to the next level, it is called Pre-novice Obedience Training. Man.. this is a tough one. Did my first lesson on 6 Sept 2009. The instructor must have thought he is training soldiers; he was so strict! Well, let's see how this training progress. Oh! don't get me wrong. I am fine. I can take the strict stuff and all. It is mumzie I am worried about. She cannot last......
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Mumzie is up to something fishy. I don't know what it is but it is fishy alright. Heard her making appointment with the vet, and that I have to fast for 12 hours. 12 hours!! This is not good. No food means bad news for me. By the way, I am now 7 months. Big girl now. Just completed my Obedience Training. Believe it or not, I emerged top in class. Not bad, eh.... Getting the cert this coming weekend. Mumzie is putting me on further training. Can't remember what it is called. O, remember now. It is the Pre-Novice. Whatever it is, better be fun.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Mumzie took fat boy and me to a Dog Show on 5 July 2009. First thing first, mumzie forgot to bring a a leash, and because I have put on just a tiny little bit of weight lately, mumzie complained that my weight is taking a toll on her. So, we bought a new leash so that I could walk on my own.
Me, at Starbuck, just before the Dog Show.
Nominated "Most Adorable Pug" (2nd placing). Not bad.... eh
Master Yoda lookalike...
One of the many faces of Nikki... heh...he..
What do you think of this?
Pink is definitely not my colour...
What about this? I don't know. Looks kinda big for me, don't you think.
Think mumzie got this outfit for me to last till my next birthday in December.
You may be huge in size but hey... I ain't the one wearing a bib.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Just one weekend with a stranger, mumzie said I put on some ounces, so did Sean aka Fat Boy (youngest sibling). Because Fat Boy consumed more that he should over the recent weekend at a wedding reception, mumzie thought both of us could use some burning out. Following photos suggest our "work-out" session.
The punch's coming....
Arrg... my tummy...
And another punch.... I'm seeing stars...
My turn! Run.. Fat Boy, run.....
And... the winner is..... Nikki, the Pug!!!!
Told you guys earlier, Fat Boy thought I am his wrestling mate.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
There she goes. I.... knew it. Mumzie's leaving me this weekend. I'll be all... alone.
"Lonely, I'm so lonely on... my own......"
Mumzie putting me up with some "*#&(*&$*". God knows who is that. I don't know.
Hmm.......That someone better have bed for me to sleep in instead of crate. I get nightmares in crate!
I miss mumzie already. Booo...boo...ooo