Goodbye Singapore!
The weather's fantastic! Woohoo!
After one week of bacon-sizzle in Singapore, am I glad to be back in SA.
Arrived at 0700 hours. I fell into complete comatose state on my sofa, completely unaware of what the maid was doing as she cleaned up my house. It is so nice to be back to my little haven... Feels like I never left here. Did I really go back to Singapore? It is not part of my imagination? Hmmm....
Baby Kaitlyn Where Are You?
Yes Baby Kaitlyn. I psych ya through your mummy's swollen stomach, COME OUT! COME OUT NOW! Stop traumatising poor Fizzy-Mummy. Look at pretty dresses. Look at what mummy has made for you. Unless this baby actually likes confined space....
I took joy in seeing a swollen Fizzy. You must realize this. Without this additional G-clone in her, Fizzy on a normal day is this skinny-framed mutant that has no concept of what weight-gain is all about. You know, you know.... the kind that is envy of all women alive.... The kind that can stuff her face with food and still stay the same skinny size. So yeah. Must savour the moment. Seize the day. In a matter of days, it will be back to, "Damn... you sure you just had a baby?"
I am joking. Watermelon stomach and swollen feet - actually, swollen everywhere - is not exactly a 'Rejoice! She's fat!' scenario. BUT... still amusing to see her waddling around with all that extra weight on her. Ha! I'm so going to get slapped.
I was not-so-patiently waiting for G to yell, "Fizzy is going into labour NOW!"
I was hoping to be able to witness the birth of Baby Kaitlyn.
I promised myself I would not do spastic childbirth write-ups.
But noooo...... G-clone decided torture is good. Gave Fizzy-Mummy and the original-G false hopes on Wednesday that she might be popping out. Blah blah blah.....
Friday afternoon, original-G called.
"Is Fizzy going into labour? Is she? Is she?", I shouted out excitedly. I was all ready to dash to the hospital.
"No lah. You said you are coming to visit tomorrow right? So just calling to ask"
Dang! *mumble grumble*
G-clone is still sitting in Fizzy-Mummy's womb as I'm typing right now.
Baby Kaitlyn where are you?
Can I entice you with a scooby snack?
"Awww-row-row-row-row-row"
Remember Goliath? My ex-lover that turned gay? Well, gay dog is currently residing at G's mum's place. The other 2 dogs are on heat. G-squared came to pick me up on Saturday afternoon and we went by to visit gay dog before chilling out on yet ANOTHER ridiculously hot day at their home.
So we know that Siberian Husky is a wolf-like dog.
So we know that Siberian Husky looks fierce.
So we know that behind that handsome fierce face lies a big wuss.
As we entered the house, Goliath came charging towards G.
Goliath : "Bark bark bark bark bark" (Where the f*** have you been?)
G walks towards the sofa.
Goliath : "Awww-row-row-row-row" (How dare you abandon me for so long!)
G sits down.
Goliath jumps up on the sofa and hides his head between the sofa and G's back like a child seeking comfort. What a sight! Should have brought my camera. It was such a hilarious sight! He affirmed my philosophy about dogs and their askewed perception of size. Don't you realize how the bigger the dogs are, the wussier they are? And the small annoying yeppers (i.e. those small furballs called Pomeranians, the most annoying breed of all time - Pom-Chihuahua mix, and silky terriers etc. etc.) think they are some big dogs and the way they bark! Good grief... can I cook them for tomorrow's lunch? Curry perhaps?
Goliath....
Why did you have to turn gay?
Now I have issues.
"Let's go Gai-Gai (out/casual outing)" - More Dog Talks
Gai-Gai is now a taboo word in my family.
Mention that word once and the dog goes ballistic.
He understands. He soooo understands.
Mention that word and watch him spin.
He prances himself round the house like he's announcing to all present, "I'm going out! I'm going out!" He dashes to where the leash it, looks at the 'gai-gai' proposer and dashes back by your side. We stare at him in amusement. He would nudge and lick the proposer to say, "Hurry! Hurry! Bring me out!"
My dad has grown so attached to Dumbo. My dad has met his match in the gai-gai category. Before the days of Dumbo, he used to bug my mum every morning, "Eh... there's sales at...." Now, we have a dog that loves going out as much as he does so he has stopped bugging mum about going shopping. Dad would diligently bring Dumbo for his morning walks.
Sunday morning - I did not sleep the whole night so round at about 0730 hours, I heard movements from outside. I thought it was bro waking up early for his usual Sunday tennis games. I went downstairs and realized it was dad. I got a shock. He was in trainers.
Me : "Where are you bringing the dog? Why are you wearing your trainers?"
Dad grinned : "My other slippers got stolen and this one is painful to wear.... The shoes comfortable... so that I can RUN with the dog."
I nearly flipped.
Dad ACTUALLY runs with the dog. Dumbo gets up to his mischief when he sees cat but run with him? Errr... no. I make Dumbo go at MY pace when I bring him down for his walks. Daddy wins. No wonder Dumbo sucks up to him. Dad brings him for the LONGEST walks and RUNS with him. I'm not worthy!
House rule : Dumbo needs to have his legs cleaned after every walk. Otherwise he is not allowed in the house. Of course he has learnt this house rule! For the sake of gai-gai, no house rule is too difficult for him. So what does he do after his walk? He obediently sits at the gate and lets us clean his leg. He will even turn himself to let us clean his hind legs. Talk about smart!
If you are wondering if this dog tries to win my favour, ahhh... ya! I'm like his escape route when he gets a scolding. Whenever he gives me a big lick-bath and wants all my attention, I know he must have gotten a whacking just before that.
Sunday evening - Mum and dad bought me my favourite Bah-Kwa (barbeque pork slices). Erm... just 3 kg.... that should probably last me a week. Anyway, I was carrying the bag up to my room when Dumbo came to Sherlock my stash. He smelt the pork and unabashedly stuck his entire snout into the bag, hoping to savour the food. Sorry Dumb. It was all sealed.
He followed me up to my room and bro was yelling at him to go back downstairs.. House rule. Dumb is not allowed upstairs. But Dumb was too pre-occupied with the bah-kwas, he ignored my brother. Bro came out of my room and started lecturing him. What do you think Dumb did? Obediently go downstairs? Ehh... nope. He immediately came to me, pounced on me indicating that he wants me to carry him (by carry I mean he wants to be carried like a baby). I caved in and carried him. He displayed the most pitiful expression he could muster and looked at my brother as if to say, "Why are you scolding me? Look at me, I'm such a good cute dog".
And how do you scold him then?
Dogs are amazing creatures. They have more diplomacy and intelligence than most humans I know. How do you think Dumb managed to win the favour of the entire family? It is a matter of time before he becomes the king of this household. This dog can get away with murder.
Dumbo's Manja Pose. I go soft looking at that face.
He knows how to pose for the camera
Handsome side profile
The One with The Waggle-ly tail
Hug Hug Kiss Kiss
'Tis is what I mean.... "Bao-Bao" = Carry... and boy does he wants to be carried like a baby.....
I miss Dumbo.
I really miss Dumbo.
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