Ao- wooo....

Ao- wooo... ...

I cannot believe Party's 'wicked' sense of humour... Tsk tsk! A blog reveals the true colours of the mate I have been living with for the past dunno- how many years... lemme see... almost five years... *sulks*

Since you have posted my embarrassing low- tail pics, i shall show everyone how you looked like when you first came.

Mummy took Party in to live in the pet shop she was working at then- in 2002. She didn't know what to do with him then, and she was not planning on a second dog. She allowed him stay, thinking she will find a home for him. Party was homeless and look at him! who will want him? Furthermore, he was 2 year plus, and the reality is that it is harder to rehome adult dogs in Singapore.

Party was shown by his first owner and did well as a puppy. But then his owner sold him for a high fee to another person who wanted to show him. However, that owner did not seem to have time for him and later sold him for another fee to a man with many many dogs. Eventually, he could not cope with too many dogs at home and sent Party to live in a breeding farm. Party lived there for a long while in the poor conditions before that final owner took him out from the farm and looked around for a new home for him; for another fee. Mum's groomer at the pet shop bought him although he did not have a place to house him and that was how Party came to live at the pet shop and subsequently, in our home.

This pic was taken one week after he came. When he first arrived, he was dirtier, smellier, and full of tick bites. I think we could count his ribs if we want to. Did I mention that he also came tail- down? And head low?

Party accepted the makings of his first bed- an old towel- politely and subsequently, was so excited when offered a towel, as if it meant the world to him. At then, I would go to work with mummy, and tried to bully- play with him, and he put up with all that.

There I was, living the life of a queen, nice and round, happy and with many toys and this boy was living for his daily treat of a fuzzy old towel.

And then, mummy gave in... mummy brought him home to stay for one night as a special treat (plus an old towel of mine for the night)- oh yeah, he was so nervous that he salivated during the car ride- and from then on, each time mummy wanted to say goodnight and leave him to go home, he looked so hopeful for another special treat... mummy resisted at first, but was so guilt- ridden that she caved in... again... and again... the rest is history.

From then on, I had to share the treasures in my life: toys, food, treats, room and even mummy. It was real tough at first. Apart from having to share, mummy always praised Party for going to pee on the papers, while I was going through the refusing- to- be- paper- trained phase (plus attempts to pee on mummy's bed). It was so embarrassing when mummy said I still can't pee right and was still shredding papers. Party was always a good boy, peed right, quiet and looking for all opportunities to be patted.

Now, Party is:

I took that all as best as i could, witnessing Party being praised, and then him happily galloping over for a pat. Hey! If i had not put that all up, would Party be living like a king now?

Gruffy grumbles,

Mango