tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287124562024-03-13T11:58:29.320+08:00Huskee & HersheyHuskee and Hersheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15284037178971952418noreply@blogger.comBlogger445125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28712456.post-82862883907495006122013-12-27T10:02:00.002+08:002013-12-27T10:02:23.896+08:00<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A slightly belated Christmas wish from us.. We hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas and a joyous New Year ahead!! Wherever you are, we are sending heaps of love and kisses your way..</span></div>
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Huskee and Hersheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15284037178971952418noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28712456.post-43658027156407067122013-11-08T17:48:00.000+08:002013-11-08T17:48:47.463+08:00<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cannot believe it's been more than a YEAR since our last post!! This is totally unacceptable, and we missed all our friends terribly. We wish that our mom gets her act together and stop neglecting our blog... </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A lot has happened since our last post.. as in A LOT. So much that I don't quite know where to begin.. To start off, </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: start;">I turned 14 in August and Hershey turned 5 in April. We had mini celebrations at home as usual. The key thing is, all is well with us pups.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The other big news is Hershey and I welcomed another human brother into our fold in March this year (the count now is Pups-2,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Little Boys-2. We are on even ground so we tell the parents, NO MORE little humans!!) This is also the main reason why mom has neglected our blog. She doesn't have much time left between juggling the boys, going to work and housework these days. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Introducing our new little brother.. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And this one is all grown up.. He turned 2 last month and is now officially in the 'Terrible Twos' phase. He is great at sharing his food with us, so we get along really well! Oh yes, and we reciprocate by sharing our water... Mom caught him drinking from our water bowl a number of times! Heheheh... </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Between returning back to a full time job, looking after a soon to be 11 month old and having a crazy as ever 4 and a half year old border collie who still thinks she is a puppy, mom is busy up to her eyebrows. (That is her excuse for not updating our blog). </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That said, all is good in our little household. Things are finally on track after being 'derailed' for 3 years. The house is in a mess and looks more like a tornado hit nursery rather than something that an interior designer designed.. Hershey is still shedding like there's no tomorrow and trying to trip everyone by walking between their legs... and me? I am still as grumpy as ever BUT I admit that I am beginning to like my little hooman brother a lot more. He's more interactive now and had started taking solid food and boy it's like a buffet for me during his meal times. I ain't complaining! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hope that all of you are well, my dear friends.. I miss and love all of you so much!! **muacks**</span></div>
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<br />Huskee and Hersheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15284037178971952418noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28712456.post-31560630625660806602012-04-09T13:45:00.003+08:002012-04-09T14:05:34.069+08:00<div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The littlest one in our family will be turning 6 months old in 10 day's time... It is unbelievable how time flies. Hershey and I are counting down the days till Little Bun can start to feeding himself (and us). Mom had just started to wean him and had been giving him some mashy vegetable stuff which we think he isn't too fond off cos most of the food usually ends up on his rubber bib or on the floor (which we think is awesome!!). </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><p><span style="font-family:Arial;"><strong>Progress report:</strong></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">So far, I (Huskee) still haven't displayed too much interest in Little Bun although on a few occasions I have brought him my stuffies. I also like to sleep under his cot and alert the humans when he cries. Mom also insist that I add this.. I have... </span><span style="font-family:Arial;">ummm... stolen one of his toys. It's not really my fault.. it was lying on the bed unattended and it sort of looked rather lonely, so I decided to 'take care' of the lonely toy. Anyway, it's now M.I.N.E.. **<em>sheepish grin</em>**.</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Hershey, on the other hand, simply cannot get enough of Little Bun. She finds every opportunity to get close to him and to kiss and lick him. I think she is besotted with him.. just look at the photos below! </span></p><div align="justify"><br /></div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729274224258050338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoyHCMFYJkc67kw-fItxH0eQ773RAZ-JMTaIVeLf9rPh_kDFq3p1lqUGgf-qE-LxqXnqpnwdnekodNObDBM9nYdvaD7i6vaJTiYEhyphenhyphenJAFMNIHGRpypC0TswHZLt4vjpf_En3SA/s400/398694_3262559364513_1283077056_3310401_333622160_n.jpg" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729273412958914370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLxi7wKzn2CtGgTvOkgA0kq_5P781czndx4pRXXA4whlSt6fWK7PRkH-vbpXPoB3MYoIM3bObNS-NQP4_L5IjSk4ym9MHAAsqQQllVw4mu0Xe603tllLDNwpyqDiK36Jyw16dX/s400/13.jpeg" /><br /><div> </div>Huskee and Hersheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15284037178971952418noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28712456.post-1939707408858201152012-03-14T11:01:00.003+08:002012-03-14T11:24:01.891+08:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">I am not happy.. In fact, I am very grumpy cos I had to go to the vet, got poked TWICE by a needle (cos I struggled the first time and dislodged the needle) and then had to have the dreaded cone treatment! And this is all because of a stupid 'infection' in my left eye that's causing me to squint. </span></div><div align="justify"><br /> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qv2dWDTfqYZZQQNmd8AWq63PL5VWdowLgLhRjWCqH-XiG0NT1_IHyv27qxBAimrJwzCU9rk_Ib5BQfXrSgRSfWb1dO4aqyXKWiaQ7KEo88rK5jhYZp2hqRVpEW2lGJ8NBCPf/s1600/h4.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 298px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719582751366811378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qv2dWDTfqYZZQQNmd8AWq63PL5VWdowLgLhRjWCqH-XiG0NT1_IHyv27qxBAimrJwzCU9rk_Ib5BQfXrSgRSfWb1dO4aqyXKWiaQ7KEo88rK5jhYZp2hqRVpEW2lGJ8NBCPf/s400/h4.jpeg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZQVS_oO1tdltNUxRvaKBOFoAepUE41YDAbkh-5cQyvOlavCUIQSRh2Xyhyphenhyphenp-7MdXTVLdJEBL0h5UXBbd2-3I5s8VejxYZoTs3x1aQS46dxfjzAfChRGpibL1BAtD8xNym2wkB/s1600/h3.jpeg"></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF_0lKkUjZ8ETXRAJlaNra0B3AduRC3Ez19eLhorJjXXO7V2_qoLbH6iLTldgSQ1vUcyUfcW9ok_IpWWyvsLuY2-0lkCGlIrYFmZG5PbLvzQPjmZez-n6R0HHkSFtn0Cn4Pp2q/s1600/h2.jpeg"></a><br /><div></div></div></div>Huskee and Hersheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15284037178971952418noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28712456.post-29993639121607264982012-02-08T15:11:00.002+08:002012-02-08T15:39:21.079+08:00<div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Ever since our human brother came into our lives, things have never been the same. We pups hardly get enough sleep anymore because little bun's energy doesn't seem to ever run out.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Look at me.. I am dozing off while out for a walk *<em>yawn</em>*.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimujCKKszM0gLH6UNY52ikj6bxAEainC1PpEDpp1JFjFOcL-6C6o_nl0C9zhoMKmRy0bFxf4kLRQgPVqkHHoCMwitiT5NJyHepsJOOJyp-TYeGo_ZsMNSUQCD8f1NC3bzyLStt/s1600/h1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706660878212418034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimujCKKszM0gLH6UNY52ikj6bxAEainC1PpEDpp1JFjFOcL-6C6o_nl0C9zhoMKmRy0bFxf4kLRQgPVqkHHoCMwitiT5NJyHepsJOOJyp-TYeGo_ZsMNSUQCD8f1NC3bzyLStt/s400/h1.png" /></a></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Finally able to catch forty winks... but not for long cos once little bun wakes up, he demands the undivided attention of everyone in the house.</span><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFpMFeoW_5I50pSAOLdjMsuzWp4suzT10qVs9NX_JiZIi2hr9EP40yoLyDlzlRiPzR6ORreL_8O_h3I2tBBAu9ieRauCdNfDwRqSik1G1gpem1UPf6ZY7oio3b9cJu1yZhHvwe/s1600/h3.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 350px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706660493326609426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFpMFeoW_5I50pSAOLdjMsuzWp4suzT10qVs9NX_JiZIi2hr9EP40yoLyDlzlRiPzR6ORreL_8O_h3I2tBBAu9ieRauCdNfDwRqSik1G1gpem1UPf6ZY7oio3b9cJu1yZhHvwe/s400/h3.jpeg" /></a></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Poor Hershey even had to resort to stealing her beauty sleep in the quietest spot in the house, i.e. the bathroom!<br /></span></p><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRES-WhuPqsqZQ2M7PwzOhoETg2_AYBZnwdwujbyg5tNm_RP4hrfSdSDWgnikvwa9qS09J48Qa_Kcr10_Ot9eR88tG-ghFPl5B2kuB_-DY3L9et47JxyRM0P09rPjOx8RaIod9/s1600/h2.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706660479837443362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRES-WhuPqsqZQ2M7PwzOhoETg2_AYBZnwdwujbyg5tNm_RP4hrfSdSDWgnikvwa9qS09J48Qa_Kcr10_Ot9eR88tG-ghFPl5B2kuB_-DY3L9et47JxyRM0P09rPjOx8RaIod9/s400/h2.jpeg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWuJxMHrzv09CAeBPqIgGRL_TJSLjhBwRVdsdJaEQ5Lt7sSYy-WbeYf6yw4MXrh5Nykr2fLqINpPkXFuUx5Mrs7NPeb77oOBy1_qtQgtfDb6AI7EZJTY-qLjFeKeDoVj5oXFJn/s1600/h.jpeg"></a><span style="font-family:arial;">Can anyone enlighten us as to when little bun will be making himself useful, like playing fetch with us (by this we mean us throwing the ball and him bringing it back), or when he will be able to start dropping food for us under the table??<br /></span><div></div><br /></div>Huskee and Hersheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15284037178971952418noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28712456.post-27808196837653340472012-01-03T20:55:00.007+08:002012-01-05T20:57:20.521+08:00<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">HAPPY NEW YEAR</span></strong> to all our dearest friends from near and far!!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br />We have been terribly remiss in our (lack of) blogging activities and we point our perfectly manicured paws at the culprit below:</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div align="center"> <span style="font-family:Arial;"><br />Huh?! Who? Me??!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693397365209269890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVhHNFbIAGxhoDM-DdCAVJ5_KMNqkAVHiraw_pX7YWnoLEWwdR9INxTtHOmkoxw58OPZ_ZQhSwpFdUK6TLSJNYMvdaHNvbV1_c1Abl8e_DSydazHdMjDGkFd7VrNR0EEXJeafU/s400/image9.jpeg" /><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Yup, that's him. Our little human brother, fondly known as Little Bun, had created chaos in our previously peaceful life. Mom is up at weird times at night feeding him (I don't recall being fed so many times when I was a pup.. NOT FAIR!!). Little Bun also disrupts all our sleep with his cries... and now he takes up the space between dad and mom on the big bed. That space used to belong to US. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><span style="font-family:Arial;"><div align="justify"><br />However, all these little inconveniences are worth it cos Little Bun had brought so much joy to our parents. We haven't seen them smile for a long time ever since they lost Angel Lucas in 2008. Finally our home is filled with a baby's cries and happy gurgles. The spare room that was meant to be a baby nursery is finally serving its purpose. With Little Bun's arrival, our 'house' is now a 'home'... Mom doesn't have the time (and energy) to keep our home spick and span like it was before, but we couldn't be happier with the mess. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br />Little Bun is now two-and-a-half months old and he looks very different from the time when mom first brought him home. We hope that in no time, he'd be able to play with us (and drop us food).</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br />This photo was taken during Little Bun's very first trip out (to a shopping mall, no less.. that's what happens when your mom is a shopaholic) when he was slightly over one month old.<br /><br /></div></span><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693401021617887570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhls0pdBimH5j-o1ubk-ZmncRH-wH-odeKtbt-lfGMy_EEEJUcmF2p465YIGcepkCQep2QecwgZTturSTZnY3LwzH3LIwubhP44LHXzbm1rjOLeLeVPzseQ68KAiULVprBrqtxS/s400/image7.jpeg" /> </div><div> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">The below photos were taken during Christmas this year. 2011 Christmas is especially meaningful to our family cos we finally have a new little member.. one whom we have been waiting for!<br /><br /></span> </div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF-mJ3eG3gGkM7opG-k1KXGLYJ7WGJraoXy3y4WdkVZPiJ-beYcszIDLD3Uxe6glFvJ1EaOP0LvlS_K0x18iMEPeX2obeJBxhEhsPCa9b-k-dp3EWqG9vbXdEyxpBnB0aIk8bA/s1600/8.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693404183814598066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF-mJ3eG3gGkM7opG-k1KXGLYJ7WGJraoXy3y4WdkVZPiJ-beYcszIDLD3Uxe6glFvJ1EaOP0LvlS_K0x18iMEPeX2obeJBxhEhsPCa9b-k-dp3EWqG9vbXdEyxpBnB0aIk8bA/s400/8.jpeg" /></a><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693404174261099122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimMh9dmi-ZMWaw78BgWIHACJ6tLk-wgrV-7EEZA0E5FnFMW2sHxtYsVdWM1VJmyqS3Eh43RkKduT7zX4r17OhCPGDXT345Vk_Mkwriq3f09P4f6M41wtAd7t4C6IUfaDYg9tqO/s400/5.jpeg" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 249px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693404152856606738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6icF-eXIMQ3GAfW73K3LBCeMhdHwMKBdjt-qMvX719e5eV_0RMk-jzCwJGZzf0Ltmf3GDOw7qqCFJ_GHBkzBNsPPzfzdSmfkKQCyo4XimMj9RzjndNOkX8tDM-_bNoEjNFF36/s400/1.jpg" /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLzXiO2t1a3aQrYM5uiC5sgAF5zCM8fmCnaWu_Q47ve1MW6ZGchp8S9HVqqdT_UYlppqzFy50nIk9FlZQHe_v0vIoYyUGl-Jf7pIaGk5oRxO3HFxA5JsYju6SpikGi2-ek_90k/s1600/11.jpeg"></a><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuU6HZG8DYc-2b160PUDftnNnts55m7hkxtFcZWy9AGw-sNMdvGrwafyoAL0ooFKDgsFzPe8WDk53WSaF3mxnF_ciNiqHXtTKAzBXG8RAbQa4Bg2idOuxyEw2NZv0T_xU_G3JJ/s1600/image8.jpeg"></a><br /><div><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Huskee and Hersheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15284037178971952418noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28712456.post-8078742992892662112011-10-26T20:23:00.003+08:002011-10-26T20:52:28.513+08:00<div><div><div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">After a very, very long wait, our little human brother is finally here!! Our mom had kept a very low profile throughout the pregnancy because we weren't sure if this story would end up with a happy or sad ending. With the losses of Angels Lucas and Chloe, we were all walking on egg-shells for the past 9 months. With a lot of medical care and a healthy dose of faith, we are very proud to introduce our human brother (whom we all had affectionately nicknamed 'Little Bun' throughout mom's pregnancy because dad and mom chose not to find out the baby's gender until very late. The reason for the nickname is because mom's tummy is the oven that's 'baking' a 'little bun'</span><span style="font-family:arial;">).</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br />Little Bun was scheduled to arrive on 21st Oct, which was dad and mom's 8th wedding anniversary, but our little brother decided to take things in his own hands and arrived 3 days earlier on 18th Oct. He weighed a healthy 3.2kg (slightly over 7lbs) which delighted and surprised mom because she only managed to gain very little weight - 6.4kg (around 3lbs) during the pregnancy and was expecting the baby to be small. Moreover, Little Bun barely made it to what the doctors refer to as 'full term', i.e. 37 weeks, when he arrived at 37 weeks and 2 days. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><span style="font-family:Arial;"><div align="justify"><br />We feel so blessed to finally be able to welcome our little brother into our lives, and we can finally stop licking away the tears from our mom's face. We can finally hear laughter in our house again... it is something that had been missing for the past 4 years. Our family had been waiting for the stork to bring us this baby for a long time.. and after a lot of heartache and tears, he is finally here!</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div></span><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 299px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667781405925428306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4hoYi6lLbQNfheUySjsFJqkI9Prh7szCy-f4FUWXrwL-K4WvEZLplLKHK32L7y0bye05WwteRKO6kbJBzL3f5mHx0k3lrYxfkSEOF_vA4G5O4H7DXMa0dCGO-fWujqBZnrpuB/s400/5c.jpeg" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 299px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667781410762922210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ryrOY8hUfuGEJjnYkBEYzZUu7XoFPKaKhTUyS3DHXJeCzxmiKbIVYAOCAC_vKDOQjUn92I_JvlIxaKKYCZ88wXhwCxgSZyyq_bKpRvFXSvqMKHmHD0_nj9i0lDz25FtVCe7n/s400/6.jpeg" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 299px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667781419995244018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilMLIS6DNpHsjurBaheBNt13lVwcghvwqq4GFonYQA0icowKMVpnhh37GNVHluJJew5zZLoVaPWnHtvHyVdLfP8n01SWBPp72p-TrlFkTE7aqXBcATlM5DJBflvCY9wWj8jwmm/s400/6c.jpeg" /> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div></div></div></div>Huskee and Hersheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15284037178971952418noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28712456.post-12871478102274975012011-10-10T17:45:00.003+08:002011-10-10T19:13:01.098+08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">The destroyer is at work (again)... The poor froggie was disfigured in under 10 minutes!! Evidence below...</span></div><br /><br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 299px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661798264289325154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK8a_d-pUT_7Cj4cw9rjbOE0x0-nSoyB9hAucbgH2e-AbtDP2AV-UJfVkhl1Zqhl3eKfOieiPLFr310ailM5RbJkdTAwVO7HIbA0WqMHqhHMKFLBCjdQgrXtn-JKPxgLmNV0ZG/s400/3.jpeg" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 363px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661798272021611394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOElIfzz-DnwNwIOFiQkS0r10fsUcgSSCUsuL1x9eIHP1ANYZBfRcojqiO6vyieMuBBcpx32mx4ErckNNEjw94T4kQQLrIez3sY1c5D7hqiEtlsKV4ATcHNnU9GgTmJZixBrqd/s400/2.jpeg" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 299px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661799373826926226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1cgNpISNVxVUQbEipNOu8H3XomTO0VADhq_BPwbyCaPDq2_wZ9qktGEIAA7Bjb_04MttBIUWbToPfpodVCb3lkppxy12RzFypzba4_WyknGmZnMpHAChfj49zB2Ez_3lBLDIa/s400/14.jpeg" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 299px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661798271056415010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQDoPiBk_Mpst8xbd21S2MmjmtRXvnV9kW6Jolybc9JQnLDtStbq-V-CGhcQUTzKQxszfbX4RzIIuph9VWgNZIoF6UTyWVYzQOdJ5dclknwHzxrR2FCSbRYGKGeHcT-2Ad7wSv/s400/5.jpeg" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 299px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661798280987182562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBJ-NUbMeuWhKbAb9O9q1jKJRQ_x3Ft3i4u33qzsre7M8VKEnbOclc88Rfk2CDC74EIgX8ozfvftIWWpsBytFi35f05bSEtZwH-fGTuyCs9tNv9BmnebRafhWxw9YoTrit1jr2/s400/10.jpeg" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 299px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661798279156914722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibGhPnwNwubqks_VtyD689yGnP5unfxgDgs7ROoQgWoTkamRnyynyZVCR8MKpkIdtsZ1HAS4YOUTxOd63WZATkjfl65uomSEpjDk4TfZqg4GcP9FIkjtNR_m-34wxSHC9e0UfA/s400/8.jpeg" /><br /><div><div><div><div> </div></div></div></div>Huskee and Hersheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15284037178971952418noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28712456.post-25520085964970041252011-09-08T17:56:00.003+08:002011-09-08T18:34:32.881+08:00<div><div><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKVkvVgcVs8g86HbHRYM3MDf5_xHNLdljx3kSC6HqJUKrnF38jsb12OSHFkQobCZZwbBIZNyZzkU8-5Z_h6Qukdqeefg-Xz9oo9MhNT2skxlM_X4y-fr65ftBvMMT1VmGtDt9D/s1600/huskee-2.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 298px; height: 400px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649568193986862946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKVkvVgcVs8g86HbHRYM3MDf5_xHNLdljx3kSC6HqJUKrnF38jsb12OSHFkQobCZZwbBIZNyZzkU8-5Z_h6Qukdqeefg-Xz9oo9MhNT2skxlM_X4y-fr65ftBvMMT1VmGtDt9D/s400/huskee-2.jpeg" /></a>I</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> am begining to grow out of my last haircut and the humans really digging my new look. I am really liking it too cos it makes me look like the cute little pup that I was many years ago... Can you guess from the photo that I am already 12 years old? </span></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span> </p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Since the humans find me so irresistably adorable, I get away with a lot of 'crimes' (read: peeing inside the house... I know it is <em>baaaaad</em> but I don't know why I do it. Perhaps it is just for the heck of it and it drives the humans absolutely bonkers). At the same time, I am also getting a </span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:arial;">lot of extra belly rubs, treats, ear scratches!! Heehee... <strong>Life IS good</strong>!! I think I shall maintain this haircut in future even though it'd mean frequent trips to the groomers (this part I am not so keen). </span></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </p><p align="justify"> </p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </p><p align="justify"> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnCl8x7gG8MlLgPbJvbHTH353KLjRw-2_kKndFFbPbimKxptiSt1KA2ytXkIfpE7mQ3k7vCIy3Ocl0LP4Kpz9y1zEkdCqLFN-CleBZVwfZH-sjxaokksnNttv2x9efrXT9pKGI/s1600/huskee-4.jpeg"></a><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAYiCbJ8HqUiavdSNvG1uCHnFl4gJfGKGK1NIijE0y7vHBzNn-vP_3DALmDmyid-7WcEVepmgH-zvL5FXfRH9NRCMfr8N5drj2FJUhO6KGMHAEDd9DpQOFG3CzWKDSxuaSirzJ/s1600/huskee-1.jpeg"></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div>Huskee and Hersheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15284037178971952418noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28712456.post-30891516202469643132011-08-23T14:16:00.006+08:002011-08-23T14:59:47.947+08:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">When I woke up this morning, mom told me that today is a very super special day because on this very day 12 years ago, a little pup was born in a farm somewhere in Victoria, Australia. This little pup subsequently left his birth mother and litter-mates when he was only 8 weeks old to join his human mom and dad. The pup quickly became the love of his human mom's life right from the start. When he was slightly over one year old, he bravely took a long and lonely 7 hour flight from Melbourne to Singapore after his human mom completed her studies and had to return home. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><span style="font-family:Arial;"><div align="justify">
<br />Fast forward 12 years... that little dog is no longer the active, playful puppy anymore. His eyes are clouded by the onset of cataract, he is resting and napping a lot more, he prefers to cuddle on a human lap over his favourite childhood game of 'bitey hands', his hearing is not the same like before... The one thing that hasn't changed is that he is still the love of his human mom's life, plus a whole entourage of other family member who shower him with love, affection, toys and treats and spoil him utterly rotten. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">
<br />Yes!! I am that 'pup' and I turn 12 years old today. Many things have happened in my life and my human parent's lives in these 12 years... good ones, not so good ones and terrible ones too. But I know there is this one thing that hasn't changed. Whenever mom and I have 'alone time' where it's just the two of us, she never fails to whisper in my ear how much she loves me and how much I mean to her. This is something special between us which she had been doing ever since that very first night she brought me home 12 years ago. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">
<br /><em><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><strong>(Mom: <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Happy 12th Birthday </span>to my precious sweet grouchy little Huskee Boy. I love you soooo very much.. your grouchiness, crooked teefies, itchy scratchy skin, fussy appetite and all. I am thankful for the day you were born, and the day you picked us to be your family.)</strong></span></em></div></span><div align="justify">
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<br />Huskee and Hersheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15284037178971952418noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28712456.post-66107469680041878582011-08-08T20:32:00.007+08:002011-08-08T21:30:32.244+08:00<div><div><div><div><div><div><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Mom ordered this cappucino set via </span><a href="https://www.theanimalrescuesite.com/store/site.do;jsessionid=AAF036A363870C783D4029168AD014C9.store-b?siteId=310"><span style="font-family:arial;">The Aminal Rescue Site</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> about 2 weeks ago and it finally arrived!! Our mom goes absolutely <em>craaaazy</em> over anything with pawprints so although she does not drink coffee at all, she told Dad that she simply had to get this cappucino set. Ummm... ok... whatever. </span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 336px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638470302812112530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6SBKd8WwQmq4FC20QOJt-JupKTU7eaQ0ZuLFwBqey5pYnrLDGgHXxFA9ZZQzAhMlpY-x0fQP9nPoHdmqP9er1aM8PDIKUtquzK36VTfYC-_BAKTzv0fgSwsxHNbmG_4tJUb_z/s400/cappucino+set2.jpeg" /> </p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </p><span style="font-family:arial;"><p align="justify">
<br />In addition to the cappucino set, Mom also bought a whole lot of other stuff (shhh.. don't let dad know). One of them is the paw print ice cube tray that she's been looking for a while.. plus paw print stirrers, paw print memo pads, paw print muffin trays, paw print etc etc... Mom's excuse is that the more stuff she buys, the more she is contributing to giving food to animals in shelters.Ok, can't fault her for that... at least this time her shopping is for a good cause. </p><p align="justify"> <img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 307px; height: 247px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638467961304421058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbV-qx1_h5tBafe7vZnegXS2IFwoePt26xVAoxMs7uf3tpz2vcaLF1UqWXnPgd1K-t7ZSoDsCZRsScVrmhvVs0Xdx6UUZWbNf096v7ZMJ8-jcx59IBmABSKw9T1oyjwqkaEeiP/s400/35108.gif" /></p><p align="justify"> </p><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 180px; height: 238px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638474987624313266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3NVKyhpH6GdBHWmF1DhVMzfbSzVTzmtlLLupe8hdLxbW66ABp9Hx-FoqK2yI96j4XA9fFg9sPJViPmLLwYWoXjHawhuM2dWVzHAuX_9Ecbn0r1HQeHFVkdYOCe4CULa0LId83/s400/stirrers" /></span><p align="justify"> </p><p align="justify"> </p><p align="justify"> </p><p align="justify"> </p><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><p align="justify"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpMHCc7wiYxjiYOxNriTVqB4bQD4FFUu_5y_y3h9mWZzwAkAf2eUTduQDPZb_kcpJeMA81sIPQl5Ngy6CStGlxJ8I1mTpQMcHCx8z6qPiF0ep_lGM9lbR8p7cDcX_LBNh6LKtS/s1600/gecko1.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 299px; height: 400px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638473178372520210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpMHCc7wiYxjiYOxNriTVqB4bQD4FFUu_5y_y3h9mWZzwAkAf2eUTduQDPZb_kcpJeMA81sIPQl5Ngy6CStGlxJ8I1mTpQMcHCx8z6qPiF0ep_lGM9lbR8p7cDcX_LBNh6LKtS/s400/gecko1.jpeg" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">Another package arrived shortly after and this time it is for us!! Thanks Dad... It is a supply of our favourite Gecko (so far it is the ONLY toy that is Hershey-proof but mom usually had to dispose them when they start smelling <em>reaaaaally</em> bad, or when you smell it even before you see it). </span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Ok time to go and make friends with the Geckos!!</span></p><div align="justify">
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<br />Huskee and Hersheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15284037178971952418noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28712456.post-21290164024251361142011-07-25T16:58:00.003+08:002011-07-25T17:34:36.339+08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"><div align="justify"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0qCX5AVnRJuf36HM3z8sDkB9YKUCf8IBdNQv4PhAHIbncVnkO0ltzbXJ48ABBouhWaLkUzFq2cHENjxmx0AtUL_ixJNjSiarVVNySh7m1IXNxtSdSvMiZzIBa8sVEd_1i_Szy/s1600/15.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 239px; height: 320px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633214785613849410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0qCX5AVnRJuf36HM3z8sDkB9YKUCf8IBdNQv4PhAHIbncVnkO0ltzbXJ48ABBouhWaLkUzFq2cHENjxmx0AtUL_ixJNjSiarVVNySh7m1IXNxtSdSvMiZzIBa8sVEd_1i_Szy/s320/15.jpeg" /></a>Last weekend our dad celebrated his birthday and mom decided to 'surprise' him with some pretty helium ballons. It did surprise him alright.. when she presented them to him just before they went to the dinner that mon arranged, he was stunned.. and shocked. He refused to hold onto the ballons(citing 'embarassment' as a reason) and poor mom had to hold onto them. I guess dad finds it a rather 'unmanly' thing to do.. LOL!!</div></span><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><span style="font-family:Arial;"><div align="justify"><br />When they got home late that night, they discovered that there is finally one thing that daredevil Hershey is afraid of - the helium balloons!!! She steered far away from the balloons and watched them warily from her 'safety spot' under the dining table. It took some cajoling from mom to make Hershey pose next to those balloons and although Hershey was a reluctant model, her favourite chicken jerky treats eventually did the magic. </div></span><div align="justify"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTDJ_aMf7XscEZvBlBAVIV8ue_3KTZP6HCbcShQh9aeIC5lriMMjqMYsQuq5a4iJxVkrfJ7Dm0tga10OS9R1q060Sv_hrGbhJDiDNLYwbPaJr_6JCUWN7ELfdjjf3W-4bWPlgL/s1600/16.jpeg"><img style="width: 239px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633212877958875970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTDJ_aMf7XscEZvBlBAVIV8ue_3KTZP6HCbcShQh9aeIC5lriMMjqMYsQuq5a4iJxVkrfJ7Dm0tga10OS9R1q060Sv_hrGbhJDiDNLYwbPaJr_6JCUWN7ELfdjjf3W-4bWPlgL/s320/16.jpeg" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeVd6R-EAC2_UDGzkiEpeITL83fGzjjQeTBoJW6Y_EFUA2xkuizSRbFfyDM2pQQYdsu2AiA_TjK0oPoSoiHelu0kSoG9dIPCfDqH1v6DKK6q8Koqi5PEaJIMZeAWbZUOpW1oat/s1600/20.jpeg"><img style="width: 208px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633212875337662866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeVd6R-EAC2_UDGzkiEpeITL83fGzjjQeTBoJW6Y_EFUA2xkuizSRbFfyDM2pQQYdsu2AiA_TjK0oPoSoiHelu0kSoG9dIPCfDqH1v6DKK6q8Koqi5PEaJIMZeAWbZUOpW1oat/s320/20.jpeg" /></a><br /></div><div><br /> </div><div><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi32HqOqjv6Iwvk6-B3Y5OU28x3FhUBqMP3bskftybrtfJfez6Zol_TiEidqO7Cy2fZk6MLNV_TF_wYyZ-8GTQZOcFZn_O9v8hlAgqJRQse09gYuoH7WFZARxZBo805NEyeflAg/s1600/15.jpeg"></a> </div></div>Huskee and Hersheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15284037178971952418noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28712456.post-33333504811217858202011-07-11T14:08:00.002+08:002011-07-11T14:21:36.087+08:00<div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Recently I have taken up a new hobby. According to my humans, it is known as '<em>pole dancing</em>'. This involves dancing with a vertical pole and is an increasingly popular form of fitness and dance. I may be turning 12 in August, but I certainly keep up with the young and trendy!</span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Let me know what you think of my 'pole dancing' efforts below... heehee.. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627973272227422642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpsXP1bLPkxbY0V2V8iZA6Nr0C90VJdqHP2AT_UUOTKFg4wdVjoV9P2RVz0eFoID95_4gZF2SE20KMI2TLjaJXI0_JDkCdFmhVo8CC4zcY2uG2esHAyzkjSUj_FoNZF2ZQDKny/s400/image23.jpeg" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627973275802882242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYOeCZBqCNTzOKyMkm2ESYPjnCeZNlPCtK4ZhnOirq3AJyexeHNbSNk5FFInhWR_zWPpj1KJsKwGV32j5R1hb4zPZgYmwm6ViSNRL8JEKtjpvEEVpflbSPKG0cvKs09fSu-Dbv/s400/image24.jpeg" /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">I am all worn out from my 'workout'... so what do you think?<br /><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div align="justify"> </div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627973273069122370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUw3PAdhxWYrSSC49XXB2D8J5zCafDIaIIjEguVbi5fsCAk6aWtlSyz_1yPI8GQiZ7Me0bGSXpgqWrx3Psh5CmX03kq5J7xr9x-Z4BCerUjSc9_FVNNerzUxHIKhf6a4Yu9J3P/s400/image22.jpeg" /><br /><div> </div>Huskee and Hersheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15284037178971952418noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28712456.post-29008802428055751182011-06-16T13:33:00.001+08:002011-06-16T13:34:42.899+08:00<div><div><div><div><div><div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">The weather had been <em>soooooooo</em> scorchingly hot and horribly humid lately that the humans decided I definitely need to have my very thick and poofy fur cut before my skin allergies come back to haunt all of us. As it is, I am already starting to get hot spots on my body and the humans all agree that it is a nightmare trying to apply medication for me.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br />Here we are at the groomers... This little friendly Schnauzer came out to greet us at the reception area when we arrived. He is such a cute and friendly pup. </span></div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQLrn7luWX12ieT2R510X2JDgrSA7f0Wlk7jOp1xigzNjFXCvviAvJI2f6IXNs_oBsmV0HO9UZv6eJNu9xlN_XYkjOJEq7YnvVlDN7eoc3z0-Wz4g-39oUerDHo78uMxyTa4Ur/s1600/image13.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="width: 239px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613463612774508850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQLrn7luWX12ieT2R510X2JDgrSA7f0Wlk7jOp1xigzNjFXCvviAvJI2f6IXNs_oBsmV0HO9UZv6eJNu9xlN_XYkjOJEq7YnvVlDN7eoc3z0-Wz4g-39oUerDHo78uMxyTa4Ur/s320/image13.jpeg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpd6DAv8A350gdPP1VfRpVMJjo8dSSshUSgb_p1SobbPNheH1JAIGIZ58jtNwMWWLlNg8mlG9KSw4d4K5mryK7-0GQzQSbuSfxkYOHG9kX7mqXqrvezvzmehpnDoKxXn4sQgbM/s1600/image14.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="width: 239px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613463617052045810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpd6DAv8A350gdPP1VfRpVMJjo8dSSshUSgb_p1SobbPNheH1JAIGIZ58jtNwMWWLlNg8mlG9KSw4d4K5mryK7-0GQzQSbuSfxkYOHG9kX7mqXqrvezvzmehpnDoKxXn4sQgbM/s320/image14.jpeg" /></a></div><div> </div><span style="font-family:arial;"><div align="justify"><br /><br /><br />Below is a picture of me on the grooming table waiting for my turn to be 'tortured'. I had to wait a little while for my turn because there were many doggies there being groomed as well... I guess the hot weather is the reason behind. The groomer recommended a very short, cropped cut for me mainly because of my skin allergies, and she said I'd be much happier with my shorter do cos it'd be much cooler and comfortable for me. It'd also make the application of medication much easier and more effective since more of it would go directly on my skin instead of on my fur.<br /><br /></div></span><div align="justify"></div><div> <img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 299px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613464822255436722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhalhPIfaqCuEPb3X29273c3xqPv2hS5FYkShTlAI8dfAzUkGIgG2MT28xoerD2ZmpaCtZwqtZK9ZKJMPnN9HNirgT4NsFByrl9h7YD7bBynSWVpCc4u6pCTbqxDfUP7PtBumzA/s400/image15b.jpeg" /></div><div> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />And 4 long hours later, I can finally go home... My poofy fur is all gone, ears have been cleaned, nails have been trimmed and paws have been soaked (in medicated solution). I look <em>really</em> naked now, but must admit it feels a whole lot cooler. I love lying on the floor in my grandparents' house because the cool marble tiles feels great on my naked tummy.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><span style="font-family:Arial;"><div align="justify"><br />Mom noticed a strange 'phenomenon', after every grooming session, on top of snoozing for hours on end once I reach home, I also end up being super grumpy for the following few days. The strangest part is that I will stick to Grandma like her little shadow and follow her all around the house... basically, I won't let her out of my sight and will only go to sleep if Grandma is within my sight. Grandma finds it so sweet, but then this makes doing housework a real challenge for her... oh and Grandma and I are so close now that my mom is so jealous that I'd rather be with Grandma than be with her!!<br /><br /></div></span><div align="justify"></div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><div align="justify"> <span style="font-family:arial;">(Marathon snoozing post-grooming... I am using the dreaded e-collar to prevent me from licking/ biting my hot spots.)<br /><br /></span></div><div> </div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 299px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613464833745605138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp_LL8NtfEmhX6uGZ34v60dmUOvSsaThxkZqLKg1PbUMHL0A1IRv4TdaqBxp69LyhP5GPyp5MNdWNjH_IUMRqCg8eXtZcDl12BwrfhziQGsTA1jZki4AuTy6nqtSUzEvyJT60G/s400/image16a.jpeg" /></div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 381px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613464828060427618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIeNKQOWpZWz3nOHJH0otj2A0IxNzSJRT_LR1ScOmMyvIsX_ricz2C2oUCr2iy1mOPAyFcnudg4AEEz-OpFk9mymJBccPwxU3ExiNL6o9_P5UfIXT8u7PPqQ3X4REAEV6h-a10/s400/image16.jpeg" /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 289px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613464849086122450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4jx6q4mN4sWGtZerdvFbPsiN8MnnGXNRbtuzK43cmNu1PYsTsHgyYcYDq-u4GvAvtZ7dNGtbQ22Mnpu9gilK6xm1934xl7YEj9G6ENt8-zxVfjCMT64eE_WoOlk_zwZmkdHaF/s400/image17b.jpeg" /></div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Huskee and Hersheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15284037178971952418noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28712456.post-67262775259365133862011-05-30T15:01:00.002+08:002011-05-30T15:02:16.636+08:00<div><div><div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjItWX8J-UV1qvs7tfxPkssNmof-g4zgt4WoCxdwy5RDh-5jTkm8SR7t45hYyVN5l6Aq6TxETFo0OraYcIBvgQapngOyILuqJqwdSy5ZyILLZRJVTkeByu1HooFJ3B49OwCQ2yY/s1600/7.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 258px; height: 320px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612396736926956274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjItWX8J-UV1qvs7tfxPkssNmof-g4zgt4WoCxdwy5RDh-5jTkm8SR7t45hYyVN5l6Aq6TxETFo0OraYcIBvgQapngOyILuqJqwdSy5ZyILLZRJVTkeByu1HooFJ3B49OwCQ2yY/s320/7.jpeg" /></a></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Last week, Dad wanted to cheer mom up and decided to surprise her with a pretty, pink bouquet of flowers. Dad was still at work when the bouquet arrived, so mom tried to take a photo of the flowers and send a 'thank you' note along with it to dad.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Hershey was surprisingly crazily excited when the delivery man delivered it (her behaviour is usually rather 'normal' when it is the postman). From the looks of the photos, it seems like Hershey thinks that the bouquet is for her!!</span> </span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><div><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Mom, the flowers are for me, right?</span></strong></em></div></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe1thyphenhyphengLuvueWYZ_Z8kDos7n1oZpq0RWGbQ88dfiMM31Qj6NCMYh_RR5S2FYjdRJ-ISkcmdjRl7ysiDfBibSVY4RfN7bf1GqllxI8OjgX9XgEr0u8CKgx278S_z18fQ8-yVF1J/s1600/1.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="width: 223px; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612387936442237122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe1thyphenhyphengLuvueWYZ_Z8kDos7n1oZpq0RWGbQ88dfiMM31Qj6NCMYh_RR5S2FYjdRJ-ISkcmdjRl7ysiDfBibSVY4RfN7bf1GqllxI8OjgX9XgEr0u8CKgx278S_z18fQ8-yVF1J/s320/1.jpeg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirn1Ekyvht_nAImJCzuJXywwR9hyphenhyphenvqM7qb6Zd0Su0DX5eCjFAsGt4JAWK8UZczuQWn0NHbB0jOMZUpxTSaaHVfF_h64bfPwni-7Wcre6yaGtgCYpmanUM4nibiw-rcfb0QQGfj/s1600/3.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="width: 215px; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612387927029441026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirn1Ekyvht_nAImJCzuJXywwR9hyphenhyphenvqM7qb6Zd0Su0DX5eCjFAsGt4JAWK8UZczuQWn0NHbB0jOMZUpxTSaaHVfF_h64bfPwni-7Wcre6yaGtgCYpmanUM4nibiw-rcfb0QQGfj/s320/3.jpeg" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Hmmm.. they sure smell nice. Wonder if they taste as good?</span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAx8on18LaUWritkIWYVxaGxOwT58uslXMuJyD8rT9JX_JNhD2dwhuPn1e_4_SD3eMUsmcUZ1K6wMoyZsdp2808BR8Rl7XDy638NjH9AEfnjIDAoczJupbwxlhzoB3lY1v_86i/s1600/2.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="width: 213px; height: 311px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612387932836582722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAx8on18LaUWritkIWYVxaGxOwT58uslXMuJyD8rT9JX_JNhD2dwhuPn1e_4_SD3eMUsmcUZ1K6wMoyZsdp2808BR8Rl7XDy638NjH9AEfnjIDAoczJupbwxlhzoB3lY1v_86i/s320/2.jpeg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnvMINwchbaNlaVkGODAQlS01ckPHnNhu-AuUvrnRhRgZnePVpaO9n_ccl7thNOWGUIvDkKUODzR6X3YL8smmq_MM8VUoyAavENyGW0eUo75qUx-4xbiQfaSgmPc4G1wh5CX2v/s1600/4.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="width: 237px; height: 311px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612387920827788722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnvMINwchbaNlaVkGODAQlS01ckPHnNhu-AuUvrnRhRgZnePVpaO9n_ccl7thNOWGUIvDkKUODzR6X3YL8smmq_MM8VUoyAavENyGW0eUo75qUx-4xbiQfaSgmPc4G1wh5CX2v/s320/4.jpeg" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> <strong><em><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;"><br /><br />Am I, oops... I mean, aren't the flowers pretty??</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipC5WXypD-gwTcVFqTx6QL2bwt0E2OwysvMf17tfyzuOysyJBpmH5a75Os4aFxRb5OM__EEbk3h9_fHy-HOUOorFoEwy2WtPSiarzqvXx2Vuz7SSAKq_Xzz6NnpJpDCtc190qZ/s1600/6.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="width: 229px; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612395873762012898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipC5WXypD-gwTcVFqTx6QL2bwt0E2OwysvMf17tfyzuOysyJBpmH5a75Os4aFxRb5OM__EEbk3h9_fHy-HOUOorFoEwy2WtPSiarzqvXx2Vuz7SSAKq_Xzz6NnpJpDCtc190qZ/s320/6.jpeg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKW4d8fbv5UZYHj_vyLfjJ8Qt0R44LVsC_ZdJSF4cFrOCiE2FNwZH-py27I9nh5T8NBM_jSuEVfioswRItHCmReRKpxL64ZjaZ9YJkus2DGGOHgtYGOAeFDK1zqRxd9jpgCpyz/s1600/5.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="width: 215px; height: 321px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612387914065010386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKW4d8fbv5UZYHj_vyLfjJ8Qt0R44LVsC_ZdJSF4cFrOCiE2FNwZH-py27I9nh5T8NBM_jSuEVfioswRItHCmReRKpxL64ZjaZ9YJkus2DGGOHgtYGOAeFDK1zqRxd9jpgCpyz/s320/5.jpeg" /></a><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBUFfjSoJsmwfBT59Kwlm8T6HaVdzwGbAaQdQ_zhG3cVNpC-ms2KPFW0q3fzjbsRN9STUg-YABBrSVfWnIFbAEiA9vFgvkaFL66_KbbWe-wTdsKLaln-lRtyU96Uc8wnVUiC_n/s1600/8.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a> </div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div>Huskee and Hersheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15284037178971952418noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28712456.post-39468334381467379862011-05-18T16:05:00.009+08:002011-05-18T17:06:44.832+08:00<div><div><div align="justify"><font face="arial">Hershey celebrated her 3rd birthday, which happened to fall on Easter Sunday. Mom and dad invited one of Hershey's friend to join the small celebration which they held for her. The last time Hershey met Bongo the Beagle was when she was only a wee pup. Bongo's mom is an interior designer who designed the house that we are lnow iving in, and our hoomans got on so well that they remained as friends long after the house was done. </font></div><font face="Arial"></font></div><div> </div><font face="Arial"><div align="justify"><br />Anyway, mom was rather disappointed that Hershey didn't get along with Bongo as well as she did during the previous meeting. The last time they met, those two played so well together and they took turns chasing each other for almost 2 hours straight. This time round, Hershey wasn't very interested in playing with him at all.. most of the time she just pretended he wasn't there and she actually she even snapped at Bongo when he sniffed her bum (Hershey's got an issue with male dogs sniffing here 'there'... her defense mechanism will set in and she will plonk her bum to the ground and snap at the offending perpetrator. It had already happened a few times with another male Samoyed who lives in our complex, so mom is always on the alert if there are male dogs around). Hershey is ok if Bongo sniffs at any other part of her body... anywhere except 'there'. Dad joked that he'd get her a chastity belt for her next birthday. </div></font><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><font face="arial">The Birthday Girl</font> <img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 321px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607976152747503762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRu8Jqmw4_EPtRRXC5CyDJOlsuhrJlbvtVIIkotRHt9JCN2ArogVZj0I3E-BbYWvTVoU6kFXtJzv9e7GSc6TR6wVVO8I9SW2sHEsfIzY4KNmg0Idjoxgpc0cN_MYHGQuAizR9h/s400/3.jpeg" /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><font face="arial"><br />Hershey and her (only) guest, Bongo</font></div><div align="center"><font face="Arial"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 299px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607972805531733330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaqVE0BHwhRwDmqnzVFqAxkHkwrmcDGZ83JMfZ0X0QpVxX3bF99HgKrGJo_Odp9Al0_dnFHCDZcz04ozYu_abv_AsQa7BrfsnSEFayraVFtgLfE37-mzufF9tPhTn0WHgnak48/s400/24.jpeg" /></font></div><div align="center"><font face="Arial"></font> </div><div align="center"><font face="Arial"><br />The Birthday Girl and her birthday cake...</font></div><div align="center"><font face="Arial"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 299px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607971273627745842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRmIEbtMTJeeE6hLOMVK-AQCbgUFQypYkkuwboxXGlb5RV8oCSIRKOkY7r_WSoZdRmvmqdzNuqAtlymEG_M31WeogfujDtZQtqW8XuqvyeKgq1D8JuOwAvksUhVrj-BJLmeDcb/s400/13.jpeg" /></font></div><div align="center"><font face="Arial"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 299px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607971266464757010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh40Why0S_Mz_YHCqcz5HAI31nFjJdOOjQ7HpWXxKmLcMRgJDu1J_7yCqHQLUB1gtop4nj1kP5AvoT_MBIXoooVJyPdK8wnk56kc2tjx3BX1hOtb8G8Ppgat3uKklQXDk0lkemU/s400/14.jpeg" /></font></div><div align="center"><font face="Arial"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 299px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607972806582470130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicy07TczxuxfNwvk7FF73ZWW0Uc_7hSSzpEzHUYRIvfEySo0LB6wsIIwq3iryWw74ufYd2aEs1PO4AajsEpW8RC5GFY4ElJJbGSTQM1zUY9rLdpphrndb6MUj7FXSQzEL656U1/s400/16.jpeg" /></font></div><div align="center"><font face="Arial"></font> </div><div align="center"><font face="arial"><br />Looking pleased after she devoured the cake</font></div><div align="center"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 299px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607969807420357858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxyrWpC_8pZe0ronuU7nzITfHAahif8hdH84dvZVL6LxfywX-0v54G-iOY3INaj3_VdvpYUnw-ulriyQu9JWMH-t9XqdjsCfydefDtYfr6kCCD14pIE7UzhwRiwCCmkJHibPk8/s400/1.jpeg" /> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><font face="arial"></font> </div><div> </div></div>Huskee and Hersheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15284037178971952418noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28712456.post-86713034600197419352011-03-02T11:22:00.002+08:002011-03-02T12:10:15.939+08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Hershey almost gave us all (especially mom) a big scare on one morning a couple of weeks back. Mom fed her breakfast like on any other day and she ate her food with gusto because mom added in some of Hershey's favourite boiled carrots. After that Hershey started behaving oddly, sticking very close to mom and kept up looking up at her. Mom thought that it was rather strange and she knew something was amiss when Hershey rejected her favourite chicken jerky treats. She merely gave them a few sniffs and continued to mope.<br /><br />In less than 10 minutes after finishing her breakfast, Hershey threw it all back up. She was so weak that she just laid down listlessly next to her vomit. Mom checked her gums and saw that they were deathly pale. That's when she knew something was seriously wrong with her. She even had to carry her into the bathroom with her as she took a quick shower before taking her to the vet because Hershey simply refused to budge from her spot.<br /><br />When they arrived at the vet, Hershey's color seem to have returned and she was somewhat back to her usual prissy self. For the first time ever, mom didn't tell her off when Hershey growled at another dog (a cute, large English Bulldog was trying to sniff her). The vet checked Hershey's gums and while they were still slightly pale, it was a big improvement from earlier. We spent some anxious moments waiting for the blood test results to be out and fortunately her blood test turned out fine, though we still have no inkling what caused the earlier episode. Since it is the first time this has happened, we were told to monitor her for the next fortnight and to bring her in immediately if it recurs. If it happens again, they'll do an ECG to ensure that her heart function is normal.<br /><br />After she returned home, she was still a wee bit lethargic, but by that evening, the Miss 'She-Devil on Four Paws' that we know (and fear) was back.</span></div><div align="justify"> </div><span style="font-family:arial;"><div align="center"><br />The pics taken in the afternoon when she was still 'off'</div></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579318583969854530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihWKFo5y86v3cxeXjujmk2a3lI2hqsJjc_aomH2Gv-3WNlBNCPBUyJ6CBJmFLLg7x6XM3yES6egfw0ANvWwOs4SdnNfzVt-EMJGgC1v1KYTPR2VN5_-fpDcogqYb2iesZdAylo/s320/15.jpeg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579318591268473234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpFJqAjO5iW5O_hQ9D1RbeLL47J-cRvNQ1RSlsAOSbYHFJVIsnV0s7DGZedPzAaTTjWqJZGwH8XljHr8m4zWUcNR7tfcPmPFpbpakzSvO2d4iRCH95ox_K5BmHKMCKiJWio7uh/s320/16.jpeg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579318586976632418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY_ZGtVtgcwNQE3vm65mklCyUrMptLDvEMfWjDOolcStjWUOd_Nv9G3ukt9wnaOBEcsje1DNmALDm9Glm5PXvF2-4KfbRXhvjL3JXRxc3YnOyydt6Y8GMq5OAyGT8uPKDEivTj/s320/20.jpeg" /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Thankfully whatever that plagued her hasn't returned and she's been her usual annoying, hyper, gluttony self though mom is still keeping a close eye on her. <br /><br /></div></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><div><div></div></div>Huskee and Hersheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15284037178971952418noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28712456.post-55516167693848388322011-02-08T12:40:00.002+08:002011-02-08T13:01:32.989+08:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Mom says that it is about time she made an appointment with the groomer because '<em><strong>someone needs a groom badly</strong></em>' and that '<em><strong>his fur is too long and in a mess</strong></em>'. I don't think she's referring to me... and I am sure what she really meant was '<em><strong>Hershey needs a groom badly because HER fur is too long and in a mess</strong></em>'. </span><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571176127443139586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7xPKzW3SHhhd2SGD5Z708Ax9lAGK_GuQ9ADdalfA4gQICetTjoC4gyszvqpIZrASoOYd0dQfKast0WKzNtZ5B5Pc-ByLv0vSqoqwvX0DjNqQ-x6j-tkDKfxNqsAlUU0Ozymis/s320/image12a.jpeg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571176117105041346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUV8GhtaNO66cmRGBcKp1XU_r_ovT-a3QdTSgVhKG36wpjfooYvdq61HvzsY80vAu6qXX8QIef0zw8WKKPIAOtFaR-KQuh1FwE9-Seo7f0sa_1YP5igRg_jxOviTnfNIy6p9HP/s320/image11.jpeg" /><strong><em><span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"><br /><br />"Mom, this is what I think about going to the groomer.. Blehhh!!</span></em></strong>"<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn6CI4NRXHnZGAZd6O-5Ac-wg7bzHpQp8i7wkXMOqQqsxsthVNDib84tC-xz5LDWe_PREue44AG5YPAletqKk0BQca-I0CN1NPZLPb-Jqbnzodh99a_14rL7K9a-ipqAmbM7wP/s1600/image12.jpeg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571176122153947826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn6CI4NRXHnZGAZd6O-5Ac-wg7bzHpQp8i7wkXMOqQqsxsthVNDib84tC-xz5LDWe_PREue44AG5YPAletqKk0BQca-I0CN1NPZLPb-Jqbnzodh99a_14rL7K9a-ipqAmbM7wP/s320/image12.jpeg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Huskee and Hersheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15284037178971952418noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28712456.post-48269720918435126072011-01-13T15:56:00.004+08:002011-01-13T16:11:11.927+08:00<span style="font-family:arial;"> <div align="justify"><br />My first post for 2011 and on behalf of my family, I'd like to wish all my dear blogging pals and their families a most wonderful brand new year ahead... May this year be better than the last, and may more friendships be formed!</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />One of the Christmas presents that mom received was a 2011 calendar... you'd think a calendar is no big deal right? It is a B.I.G deal to me because it is a calendar featuring Border Collies!! Mom has the Border Collie calendar prominently displayed in the house... and Hershey is behaving mighty proud and smug about it. I asked mom for a calendar featuring my breed, but she said - 1) We don't need 2 calendars at home 2) She has yet to come across any calendars featuring my breed, i.e. Maltese X Shih Tzu.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /><br />N.O.T F.A.I.R!!!</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></span></div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561577231470089586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuLj_DPHScfDTvayqX4X6IwmhvnF0wXEc1C74F1p_KJ_Mbn_dc2jpLvLO3f1OJlLnF5Y7V7reXfXFin3WjGwZp5wN7m96Vwk66N1fpJRFXjUoeV2HAXNTsc7mhwa3eF-0N-TgM/s400/g.jpeg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561576587013464578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgioKP-9VbQ-CDczxWmDY8gLJVAxs7rKRv1bXEiIX3SP-IMP_U4e0avN07mWCSaECps-pHqUsshV1A2aO4-oSME5R13Dj6m3JIcRZ3V6C2cvLdwEs3RFjFsAKNm2pYLmImL78UL/s400/h.jpeg" />Huskee and Hersheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15284037178971952418noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28712456.post-65645831958117047152010-12-23T20:29:00.002+08:002010-12-23T20:31:26.553+08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1oi4HQmXhtQuDvFijx6QCHLguJHTJPxdAOhMpxg6mw_IpaScG88m7TKuLYvW2SIVwXEnMXdyvfxCAl7MIp2MdPWlaahFUt56NpDcXmPvipzBKo1rpqWvvcD_MruS09VPPnBor/s1600/Picture1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 414px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553854066566391410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1oi4HQmXhtQuDvFijx6QCHLguJHTJPxdAOhMpxg6mw_IpaScG88m7TKuLYvW2SIVwXEnMXdyvfxCAl7MIp2MdPWlaahFUt56NpDcXmPvipzBKo1rpqWvvcD_MruS09VPPnBor/s400/Picture1.jpg" /></a>Huskee and Hersheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15284037178971952418noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28712456.post-79637680132849959482010-12-17T21:01:00.007+08:002010-12-17T23:16:53.511+08:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">I have just been released from doggie prison and although I have been released, I am still in deep doggie poop. I don't think my mom is going to forgive me or forget what I tried to do anytime soon. My crime? I almost bit my mom. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><div align="justify"><br />The story goes like this: One day mom caught me chewing at my paw and my track records show that I can gnaw at it until it is all sore and bloodied. Hence mom tried to stop me and I gave her several low warning growls as she was approaching me... Let's just say that I am like a posessed dog when I am in the midst of my paw-chewing activity. As she smacked my bum to try and distract/ stop me, I, ummm... in mom's own words 'charged at her with all my crooked teefies bared'. Mom fell backward on her ample bum and at that moment was convinced that she'd get bitten. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br />As I was charging towards her, she then let out a very loud, blood curdling yell '<strong><em>Huuuuuuuuskeeeeeeeeeeee</em></strong>' (I am sure people in our neighbouring countries could hear her) and amazingly, it snapped me out of my frenzy. After which I seemed to realize my mistake and I sidled up to her and gave her a few apologetic licks. She was so mad at me that she ignored me for a super <em>looooong </em>time<em>. </em></div><br /><em>Sorry mom... will you please forgive me?</em><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="center"><em><br />*******************************************************************</em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Huskee's mom here... Actually I am not angry about what happened, he's only a small dog so even if he'd bitten me, the damage wouldn't be significant. I am more hurt by his intention, and it makes me want to cry. I feel so hurt and betrayed because Huskee has always been special to me... my 'little boy', and we have always had a special bond although he doesn't live with me now (he's staying with my parents and sister who live approximately 10 min away from me). He has always been very in tune with my emotions and he had accompanied me through many chapters of my life - university life, graduation, getting my first job, getting married, being pregnant with Lucas and Chloe, losing Lucas and Chloe, etc... To me, I have always regarded us as 'one team', so to see him wanting to bite me was like the ultimate 'betrayal'. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">But then my heart almost broke when I saw that his little body was shaking very hard and he was panting very heavily for a long time after the incident... and the way he was trying to make it up to me was so heartwrenching too. However in order to let him know what he did was very wrong, I had to ignore him and all his efforts to try and make it up to me.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Sigh... </span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><em></em></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></span></div>Huskee and Hersheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15284037178971952418noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28712456.post-33492095245528273022010-12-02T15:10:00.003+08:002010-12-02T15:58:16.439+08:00<div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Instead of changing in the bathroom, our Mom prefers changing behind the 2 open doors of the wardrobe (our wardrobes are facing each other). Mom claims that it's the closest she can get to having her very own walk-in wardrobe! </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /> </div></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545987033130679826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMsMzfli44kF_0alpqdkUi4bNfqIcLkOwX-O-s5pDdlMSOi3jPlmbJCXxTgapoRz5u1E37RHZY9N2Dbe_bOEsb7V3bBiHpNeE4wdPm6j9HyKkbm7oNAOysE2Ch6DcHL1BU8t7Z/s400/image66.JPG.png" /><br /><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">So why are we sharing this with you? Well, 'cos this is what Hershey always does when she finds herself on the other side of the doors when mom's changing. The humans seem to think it's pretty cute but I think Hershey's just being needy. </span></p><p><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545979174414323906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimMXcVaUhi1VAgji-iBPXZ_UE4OV3-EAZGyt15uE6FJJ7oBId40CDFnBAPkq_znVsCumaS-o5wqw7NFKyN6f6rT1YGlGWfrcUbbdyQlk-CKnVufj070D_RBZMdWAwfzPjdbDpB/s400/image22.jpeg" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4T1i3VjbGEWIkCyY9uVX7wEQ5mbIuT8HaSoGMf6TNJgqSOmNSdhD_Ka65dKAnp3v_5xPr1Slkgowu74uPrOOnHFxGR1pRsV1XadNb3m5Vv2_I6F3o1CgJABA7IVsgXKiTyDtl/s1600/image23.jpeg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545979177433057026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4T1i3VjbGEWIkCyY9uVX7wEQ5mbIuT8HaSoGMf6TNJgqSOmNSdhD_Ka65dKAnp3v_5xPr1Slkgowu74uPrOOnHFxGR1pRsV1XadNb3m5Vv2_I6F3o1CgJABA7IVsgXKiTyDtl/s400/image23.jpeg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div>Huskee and Hersheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15284037178971952418noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28712456.post-81852828184077413722010-11-23T15:59:00.006+08:002010-11-23T19:55:08.856+08:00<div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">It's been a rather odd time over at our house the past two weeks. A fortnight ago, our mom told us she won't be able to help us blog because of some happy news and she was just too caught up in it. Then late last week, again she told us she may not be able to help us blog, but this time it is because of some pretty bad news. I am puzzled... and even Hershey, who is Miss Know-It-All, is puzzled. </span><br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542655534514246002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg0S2ioh76Z-Suae5Jt21DJP9B6PFR6piDodlVNLq_Aakuap4hghytUTP1fQNqCZKDt52Fl2yPgmwXwC4E6WNbr6hjjFlern5-ZYlxl8f2Docx857oztFEjcXjPRYNBq5fd2hT/s400/image8.jpeg" /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><p><span style="font-family:arial;">Anyway, mom decided to do something that'd cheer herself up, and she ended up blogging for us!! She says that the 'doggie world' is one that she can always escape into and make her temporarily forget about what's happening in the real world. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;">We'll be coming to visit your blogs soon!! </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></p><p><br /><br /><br /></p><div align="justify"></div>Huskee and Hersheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15284037178971952418noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28712456.post-37918888954164461052010-11-11T09:00:00.003+08:002010-11-11T09:19:55.709+08:00<div></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;">Surprisingly, Hershey's cow is still intact after close to 2 weeks!! This is rather usual of because normally, all her stuffies last no more than 1 min before 'exploding' and causing 'snow' all around the house (other than with her favourite toy, Gecko)... The only thing different with the cow is that the 'body') is now brown instead of white, no thanks to Hershey's saliva!</span><br /></div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538091330235607586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQCaiZobdinW8_jZxKmKE97Ohe2Ppxd898HnvSzV9431P8e0pDCvDc_6Yx8eoiTe4S6_zDe8AGb6sHLVtVlwAZYj075DUr6IQk2U0tQFom_AsJYbe8RRP8vFItzAQQkYrTp2CT/s400/image20.jpeg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538091342601528626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3E5my1h3lBZ7OGzNgP3Q0a7d_6X31_ohVZpAloO2KZH1SSJtql8sfhxFhR2_yO1eUwoLCIHOpUmKtBVVJ5GOAaDBs49zENN3g3kzsfiqiq4NqKkSugkPQiQ7FAx58JHUg9Nxe/s400/image21.jpeg" /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><div align="justify"><br /><br />And here's a pic of handsome, albeit somewhat scrawny me, when they brought me out for a walk on one (super) sunny day. </div><div align="justify"><br /> </div><div></span></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538094370710386658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPH96UicKtd8w8dmFlCVrBc_figWzCIH9yWO2UHzxVhUlfrHMKouwQyb2IZFH3_H79KgJf2qI7gzLrjGKAFO8HdQfOycm3jWpDNpGOmhGR43byPVY2wkaui7dHvP07nA4LpFIp/s400/IMG_1417.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Huskee and Hersheyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15284037178971952418noreply@blogger.com18