Dreadfulness of a FurMinator

Sometimes having commentators that were being too patriotic can be extremely annoying. It really got under our skin. That's always the case whenever Hamilton leading a race. They will be yelling in hysteria and manage to find 10 different bombastic vocabularly to describe that fine moment. We really feel like putting the TV on mute, but that would stop us from enjoying the sound of engine revving. While, when Ferraris were leading at times, they were like "Oh yeah, so what".

Monaco GP was as predicted. Chaotic. Although Ferraris secured the front grid, but the weather and mistakes screwed up everything. Massa settled for 3rd, while Kimi did a little dancing and then decide to invite Sutil to join him. What a great manuerer to spoil Force India's best race ever in history. With Sutil crying in the garage, now everyone who watched F1 hates Kimi. Some even go as far as to describe the situation as a 'kamikaze' move.

Last Saturday was a total torture for me. Jungle trekking used to mean fun and blasting time, but apparently it had turn into a dreadful grooming session for me. I was being undergo full body trimming with the renowed 'FurMinator'.

~See that black furball laying beside of me? Those 'was' my beloved coat ~

It had been a long time since I saw Groovy on trek and he was back in harness that he used to wear during his younger days. He did suffered the same fate as me, being under reign of the 'Evil FurMinator'. Ouch!

American Idol Season 7

Apparently this week was not as sad as it seemed to be, although Chelsea suffered a terrible champion league finale defeat. Thinking of it bring tears to our eyes. Sob. Mr. Terry, we felt so sorry for you. Try harder next year.

On the bright side, David Cook was announced as American Idol Season 7 winner. First time in 7 years, Ms Owner managed to mark the right winner. Last year, she did came close when she start marking over Blake Lewis since the Seatle audition. Mr. Beatboxer came out as runner-up. Not bad actually. But this year was simply amazing. Mr. Cook, you ROCK!

To add up to the spices, guess who we saw while we were watching the result show? Yes, is Robert Downey Jr.! Ms Owner can't actually recognize him, as he appeared different from Tony Stark. But after watching the movie twice in the huge cinema screen, it was hard to not recognize his face. Yes, we watched it twice in a row.

Mr Downey, along with Ben Stiller and Jack Black appeared as Gladys Knight's new Pips. It was simply hilarious to see all 3 funny man dancing awkwardly and try to sing along. But this was the best finale show ever!

This is the video clip we found from YouTube. Strictly meant for Ms Owner to watch it over and over again in near future.

Okay, Ms Owner, I think is time for you to stop drooling over men with some beard. Is time to get back in business. Exam is lurking around the corner. You see, I'm trying to be helpful to accompany you for the night so that you wouldn't yawn and eventually fall asleep.

Scary Eye

Guess what! I took part in the Scary Eye contest, hosted by Deetz the Airedale Terror, and I won in the 'Very Scary' catergory. I'm thrilled and proud of my scary eyes. Thanks to everyone who had voted for me.

Indeed in reality, my eyes really did manage to impressed and at the same time scare off some faint-hearted ones. "Oh gosh, look at those eye", "You eyes are unique", "Oh my, that's scary looking pair of eyes" and etc... are compliment and harsh comments I usually received.

~ So what do you think about my eyes? ~

Contact-phile

Contacts, here I come! You had cost me dearly in my standard run. But now I'm determine to get rid of you. Say No to Fly-Off! I'm on my way to be a 'Contact-phile'.

I had always associate yellow with "Danger"! Thanks for having an owner who spent quater of her lifetime inside a hazardous laboratory. I wonder why would the human paint the contact yellow, if they didn't want us to treat it differently. If running contact is the best way to execute, then they should have painted the entire dog walk with the same colour.

I had to go against my better judgement to stop avoiding the yellow zone. In fact, I desperately in need to develop a loving relationship with Mr. Contact. I was being showered with treats when I maintained my 4on position. Slurp!

By the end of the day, I had consistently conquer the Dog Walk. Now we are moving on to the 'Evil A Frame'. This week, the A Frame was being lowered, best to make use of the prime opportunity.

~ Tell me when you're done, I'm gonna slip at any second ~

On the same day, we also suffered a major humiliation when Little Kimi Chai came bragging to me, saying that he can close one of his eye and yet still easily beat me off in agility. He sounds totally arrogant and I'm not amused. I nearly wanted to say that 'I can go blindfolded and beat you in high jump'. But Ms Owner said humiliation equals motivation, that's all it takes to make me even more determine to work my ass off. Although I carry the surname 'Mongrel', but it isn't an indication of being LOUSY!

~ Kimi Chai, one day you will know, Pacco de Mongrel, is not someone you can play a fool with ~

Linear Weave Entry

This week I'm working on my 'linear weave entry'. We tried to increase our speed as much as possible, while still being able to hit the correct entry. After several repetation, I learn how to launch my brake and find the correct entry independently. But is difficult to make mistake with only 4 obstacles on limited spaces, and Ms Owner complaint that I weave like a middle age woman. Duh!

Hit de Entries n' Mother's Day Dinner

Due to the limited spaces available at my backyard, there's not much running to do. It gives me a false impression that my weave entries are good. When my gear are up at the agility field, most of the time I can't find the entry, which is a total bummer. Now, instead of doing lead out and direct me to the obstacle, Ms Owner run along with me from the start position, which can really gear me up a little even in our own little backyard.

Regarding the family Mother's Day celebration, they just went out for a dinner. It was pretty uneventful because they're out at 8pm and most of the restaurant are fully occupied. Since they were in no mood to wait for the Q, Mr Old Daddy keep circling Kepong, Happy Garden and Old Klang Road, finally they settle for a restaurant back at New Town.

By coincidence, the TV was showing the Turkish GP live from StarSport. What a treat! So for the rest of the night, the humans were too preoccupied to eat, couldn't stop staring at the TV and wouldn't wanna paid the bill until the race was over.

The race ended with Massa winning from pole position and Kimi settled for third. Hamilton nearly gave us an 'ooooppss' when we saw him overtook Massa during the initially stage, but fortunately he was on 3 pit stop strategy. That's the downside of not keeping yourself update with the F1 news, therefore causing some unneccessary worries.

~ Some Ferraris collection. Front row contributed by Mr. Bank. ~

Obedience Weekend

~ What's up with this talking-toy? I want FurMinator! ~

Finally, I had realized why Ms Owner claimed that she can't afford a FurMinator for me. Thanks to Mr Iron Man. She had manage to dry up her purse for this talking-toy, that does nothing beside non-stop saying 'I Am Iron Man' plus some other sound effect.

Last Saturday, my agility mates went for a trip to the waterfall, while I didn't get to go. Ms Owner said I doesn't deserved a holiday. No wonder she even make me skip the charity fair at Brickfields. So instead of having fun doing some tricks and scaring off everybody that approach me, I was drag to train obedience with Scruffy and Ginger.

Seems like my reliability is pretty 'okay' nowadays. At least I don't act deaf when being at a new ground. We did some heelwork both onleash and offleash, figure 8 and plenty of 'stay'. My heelwork was 'okay', beside nearly knocking Ms Owner over during the left turn. 'Stay' was totally unreliable, although I did succeed in a few attempts. Scruffy's owner even suggest me to attempt 'stand stay' for temperament test. Surprisingly, I didn't runaway or snap at her, although I did moved all my 4 paws.

I find it strange that I didn't got to jump anything today. Later, we went to enjoy chicken rice near my housing area. We dogs got to enjoy some chicken liver. Yummy! Hanging out Scruffy and Ginger is indeed rewarding. Next week, we will be back in action for agility, while we will try to improve on high speed entry for weave poles in my backyard.

National Stuffie Appreciation Day

On this day, 8 May 2008, Mr. T-Bone Beasley had officially declared this meaningful date to be "National Stuffie Appreciation Day". This is the opportunity for everydoggie in the blog-o-sphere to showcase not only their beloved stuffie, but also the stuffie that they hated most, the stuffie that had passed away and also those who suffered concussion or being amputated. May all stuffie 'rest in peace' and go to 'heaven'.

If you have been hanging around my blog for quite sometime, you should notice that I'm not a stuffie mania. This brown ball might be the only one I have and I love him to bits. He showed my that he's not just a stuffie ball. Whenever I shake him vigorously, he will notify me that he's in pain by exerting a ringing sound. But most of the time, I wouldn't care-less. I've been wondering, after all this time of torment, why hadn't he died. He sure is one tough stuffie. Salute!

Mr. Grandpa had been complaining that the house is full of my junk. Ms Owner only have me alone, but yet it seems like there are 4 or maybe more dogs in the household. From the front porch, living room, kitchen, bedroom to backyard, you will not miss a dog item laying around the corner. So is time again for us to clean up some junk. Sob. Don't throw away my favourite rope!

Meanwhile, Ms Owner had been trying to get Dave crate trained. Every evening, he will be allow to come out from his vege-like cage to spread his wing. After 1/2 hour, Ms Owner bribe him with some food and there he goes into the cage. Ms Owner told me how well behave Dave was, but I'm not impressed. He just own a pea-sized brain.

Barkyard Horror 'n Iron Man

It was half past 9, as usual, I was patrolling through the backyard for a final inspection before I head indoor to enjoy some TV. Just as I ended my duty, I notice something out from ordinary. I can feel this strange sensation creeping around my entire body. I went lunge forward to investigate and I jump frantically when I confirmed it was a SNAKE! I alerted the household and members of the family came forward. It was yet again, code red signal and Ms Owner tried her best to call me back. Recall was a total failure when I was in such a high drive mode. Due to the absence of a handy torchlight, Mr. Old Daddy was unable to locate the snake. I was being manhandled by Ms Owner and locked indoor. End of suspence.

The month of May and June will be rather busy and packed for us. Ms Owner coming home after dusk, cleaning up Dave and my mess. After her dinner, its our feeding time. We make use of the limited time to practise on my 'stay'. Ofcoz my 'stay' for dinner is near perfection and couldn't be better. Next, she will indulge herself in the mountain of books and papers, and non-stop cursing something that I don't understand. She mentioned something about group assignments that she dreaded most, everyone is always waiting for another. We hate waiting, that's final.

Thank God is Friday. Friday is the most relax day of the week. Ms Owner finish class early, she can put behind all the fuss in school and starts to enjoy her weekend. Last Friday, Mr. Naked Brother and Ms Owner went to watch 2 movies at Mid Valley. First, they watched the forgettable Fool's Gold, by the sizzling hot and sexy hunk, Matthew McConaughey. Okay, she didn't regret much because she gotta see Matt being topless, but Mr. Naked Brother nearly dozed off beside her yawning. Moving on to the next blockbuster of the month, Iron Man. 4 paws up! It was exceptionally brilliant movie with action-packed flick and humourous Downey Jr. We rated it the best comic-adaptation movie so far, putting behind Batman, Superman, Spiderman, X-men, Fanstastic 4, Daredevil and Hulk. We will definately watch it again this Friday!

Back to business regarding my agility. Last Sunday training ended up pretty sucked. I can't find my weave pole entry and refusal at table. I act like a little lost puppy wondering what I'm doing in the middle of an agility course. Flyball practise was not much better either, I was back to dropping balls. It can be conclude that I can easily get rusty without some backyard practise. Below are the pictures we obtain from PAAPP website on my previous trial at Penang.

Jane's Wedding Dinner

Happy Labour's Day. Today I went jungle trekking with 3 new pals. It was like a rescued dogs reunion day, cause everyone of us are rescued mutt. While, yesterday the humans attended cousin Jane's wedding dinner at One World Hotel at Bandar Utama. Ms Owner dressed in total black to match with my black suit. Whoopee.Huh?! I'm not going? I thought the invitation card stated "Lee & Family". I'm positive that I'm part of the family.

We don't actually fancy attending social dinners because you need to plaster that fake smile on your face the entire night and wearing that heels can really kills your feet. Chinese food in hotel will never come in par with traditional chinese restaurant. Food portions were small and the tea taste like flower. For a fraction of second, we thought we are drinking perfume. Right after first dish, Ms Sister whispering "We definately in need of instant noodles as supper later tonight".

The bright side is, the place looks sophisicated and interior designs were decent. Audio visual works fine, no electrical failure and microphone problem, unlike prior dinners that we had attended.

~ The host's table ~

~ The crowd consist of relatives, friends and politicians ~

~ The pinks couple ~

~ Black devil vs White angel ~

Meanwhile, I was stuck at home with the little flying monster! While I was trying to concentrate on practising my table skill, she's diverting my attention.

Dave favourite past time is to act as effigy. Mind you, she's totally pro. Her wing is getting better and she's a big show off, trying to impress me how high she could fly. But the truth is just barely 3 feet and she thinks she's cool.