Changes

The past month has been full of changes. We would have blogged earlier, if not for the changes that were keeping us on our toes. (& dear Asta, we miss you loads too!)

It all began when I met a new dog-tar. I heard he is really a zoo vet but he is also trained in human & animal TCM as well as acupuncture. Recommended by Snowball & egged on by Fee's mum, our mum decided to consult with him about my fits. Mind ya, I thought that the medication is helping already; but mum is... well, ya all know what mums are like... she worries too much about my being on medication & its side effects.

The dog-tar seemed mild when I first met him; so I was surprised when he started inserting needles in my head, back, butt & legs & leaving them there! I could not really understand why mum brought me to see a dog-tar who conveniently forgot that he had left needles in a harmless wire like me... Thankfully, though I did not like needles being inserted, it did seem kinda relaxing... Since then, Mango & I have been whisked to the dog-tar at least once weekly, sometimes joined by Fee. Mum wanted to take pics to show all of you how it is like; but I had kept her busy with my scampering around in half-inserted needles and ocassional attempts at nipping the dog-tar.

My daily meals have been revamped to balance my system. O well, I am not fussy about food but since the change, we have to find out all over again what would be good for us. The only thing I refuse to yield would be to have my new TCM medication in bread since they come in 8 whopping capsules a day.

The dog-tar, while checking me during one of the sessions, saw that the pupil in my left eye did not constrict normally & suggested that it is an indication of some injury to my brain - it could be caused by a sickness when I was young or something, thus bringing forth the fits. Since I came here only at 2 & a 1/2 years old, Aunt Fee and mum could only imagine about whether there was a time in my life when I might have been sick and neglected. All these guessing made them real upset and so they kept trying to compensate for the bad part of my life.

On the upside, all these mean more car rides, more romping outings, new menus, extra treats, extra attention and more chances of getting away with mischief. Perhaps less fits, or the TCM cum acupuncture is helping to counter the tiring effects of the fits medication so I am also feeling bit more perrrky. It is great to be a less-worried wire, at last.

Loves,

Party

RunninG

O well, for the longest time, mum and Auntie Fee have been saying that I worry too much, for a wire. They still attribute it to the days before I was rescued and got here.

Anyway, we hit the park in the weekdays and found it all to ourselves! Auntie Fee is convinced that the sun is out and the time is right... It is time to loosen up and run...

Here we go... Let's warm up!

The race starts! Here we come; with Mango right at the front!
That is me followed closely by Fee. Woo hoo, the wind beneath our wings... hair!

We ran, and we ran, and we ran! At last, it is just too hard not to live for the moment!

Loves,
Party

Happy Happy Barkday!

Dear Butchy,

Hope Snickers & you had a good snooze after the camp-out or you will be sleeping in the park like us. Happy happy barkday, again!

Wiry loves,

Mango & Party

Bringing our groceries home

Since Mango is on heat, I have to go stay with Fee for these few days till she cools down.

In the meantime, both Fee & I felt that we are old enough to go shopping (for dinner groceries). No more waiting behind closed doors: Meat... eggs... greens... we were all set for home. It was getting late and we thought it was better to take matters into our own paws if we wanted our dinner early. We would just have to bring our groceries back ourselves.

We huffed and we puffed.

And we found home!

Now, knowing that we can do this together as a proud father-and-daughter team, the world of opportunities has opened up to us. We can bring Giant, Carrefour, NTUC -- all the supermarkets home for dinner!

Hurray!
Party

Captured having fun

I have been determined to remain stoic and solemn (... and sleepy...) in front of the camera. However, I was out-witted twice; once because of this pin-hole camera in Auntie Fee's lap-top; looking the happiest I ever have in front of the camera... ... and another time when I was too engrossed with the chew.
I just hope this does not compromise my image as mum and Mango's serious Protector/Guard. After all, I am the boy of the household!


Wiry Loves,
Party


P.S. Thanks Butchy and Snickers for always checking on how the meds coming along! The fits are getting further in between and milder. Guess it reduces the stress on me cos I am putting on weight!

Killing our toys all over again

One day, we found our toys missing from their hidding places. Then, mum showed us where they were:






Oh well, we did not expect that they would fancy a swim. Guess we will just have to kill them all over again when they are done!

Wiry loves,
Mango & Party

Family

Mum's looking through pictures and reminiscing about family... It is infectious. Just makes us wanna share our favourite family portrait.

I lurff it. We the Rama family only reveals identical innermost desires once in a blue moon. Perhaps Butchy & Snickers' mummy's visors had gotten us united.

Wiry loves,

Mango & Party

Mud Spa

Mud spas are definitely the best for hot hot days:

This certainly beats the 'dunkin wiry-donuts' that our parents made us + Fee go through!

Wiry cheers,

Mango

Oscar

We were popping by our daughter and pals' blogs when we were shocked to learn that one of Fever's pals, Oscar the airedale, had gone over to the rainbow bridge.

We hope for all the love in the world to be with Oscar's mummy and daddy as we share their loss. And we believe that brave Oscar will run free and go on, and on.

Wiry loves,

Mango & Party

To the Dog-tar

It had all been in the spirit of friendly boxing matches. Thus, it was with great dismay when mum came home yesterday to find a trickle of blood flowing from my eye. She had cleaned it up and found a tiny cut at my bottom eye-lid and a red-eye. She reckoned that I might have been boxed by Party during her absence.

My red eye persisted till today. As mum had recently met a little CKC pup whose eye ball had burst till to infection from being scratched, she got really worried and brought us to the vet this morning.

I did sustain a cut, but I can certainly still see. The Dog-tar's is a serious place I did not like to be at. Neither did Party like it. Once inside, we know that we must leave boxing out of the picture and unite in our attempt to get out.

I tried to get friendly with the nurse, gave mum the look of being betrayed for being handed over to the Dog-tar, but nevertheless I still ended up on the cold metal table. The Dog-tar even squeezed some gooey stuff into my eye. Yuck. When we got home, mum gave me a squirt of antibiotics and then, another squirt of anti-inflamatory meds. Yuck Yuck!

Red-eyed mango

Everywhere we go, we will wanna fight

I wonder if this happens to all wiry folks out there, but this happens to us all the time.

Every time before we go for a walk, Mango tries to remind me about who is the boss. This happens if I walk ahead of her, get into or off the car before her, or if she has to share mum's bed with me. Ocassionally, I fight back, and win. But when the next walk is due, it happens again!



Oh well, if it makes Mango feels better. I know I can win her if I want to; I am up for a feisty challenge but at the end of the day, I think she still likes me. Mum assures me that when I am not around, she cries and mopes and feels insecure. I suppose I will just have to accept that this is how she has fun best!

Wiry paws up!
Party

TGIAW

Dear folks,


What a busy night. Many times when we settled in cosy and comfy with mum, she had to rush out of the room. She did not allow us to go along, to our dismay, and so we kept having to wait by the door... Seems like she is having a bad tummy and keeps heading for the loo. Oh well, it is not exactly that I wanna put my muzzle into her private moment, but I do fancy joining her in the loo. After all, did she not watch me poo all the time?


I know how it feels like. Months ago, I was having the runs regularly. The vet said that it was some infection of the intestines. I hope it is nothing serious (all paws crossed!) ... In the end, mum and I discover that if she comes home and feeds me ON TIME, the runs simply go away!!! Mum said that is where she is different from me; she eats and she has the runs, I eat and the runs go away! Gosh, TGIAW (Thank God I'm A Wire)!


Tracking mum's movements had slowed my paws on the computer abit, but it did not stop me from finding an old clip from the lap-top. Looks like I was caught killing my toy:

Being a wire certainly has its advantages. I am glad that I am destined to eat and have fun in life.

Proud feisty wire,

Mango

How did Party get in first?

No fair, Party gets to do everything first. He got his paws online first. He also got to celebrate his birthday first. Here he was, gobbling up every bit of his birthday cake.

Yeah, he celebrated his birthday on FIRST of March, and I will have to wait until August. He gets to reach 7 years old FIRST while I am always a year behind him.

I solemnly swear on my wiry paws that I will get to my dog bowl every morning and night to make up for it.

Wired-up,

Mango

The Party's still on

It had been a long time since I could land my paws on the lap-top. So long I felt my paws had gotten clumsy.

Life had been decent; I had managed to survive these past months without a bad case of fits. Fee's mummy is suggesting that I get sent for the needle treatment (they call it a long long name-accupuncture) to give me a good boost.

I am seriously concerned... Auntie Fee told mummy that there is a vet who had used the needleworks on an elephant in the zoo with success. Ellipoon? Oh my... I may be fiesty, but I am a mere 7.5kg fiesty wire!

Help!

Wirily worried,

Party

Sleep, Party, sleep...

Oh dear,

I wonder if it is the effects of the medication, since it is to have a sedatory effect... Party gets into the snoozing mood whenever he is not being patted, playing, walking or eating... He has been sleeping more than before.

Presenting the canine version of the human children tale 'The Sleeping Beauty'..

(P.S. Party: Sleeping Beauty's a girl, but you are a boy...)

and he slept...

and slept...

I hope the meds have not made him forgetten all about his parenting duties... While he sleeps, I will have to cover him and this is sure keeping my paws and muzzle full with parenting Fee...

Party Party, time for some play time with Fee!!

Wiry whistles,
Mango

Howling Lunar New Year

We just celebrated another new year on last Sunday! This 'new year' is quite special. It is determined by the moon and so humans call it the Lunar New Year. Instead of getting to make wishes, we the Rama family had to participate in the rituals of this 'new year'.

Firstly, a day before this new year, we Ramas have to be together. And we had to have dinner together. Oh well... we get together often these days but that day was meant to be special; that dinner symbolises reunion and togetherness of sorts..... Oh well, as long as there is food.

Then, we stayed up late: they say that the kids gotta stay up past midnight: it is supposed to be a display of filial piety and it will earn longevity for parents. Small wonder why young Fee was sleepy the next day during our photo shoot!

Then there were the new clothes! That is another must-have for this 'new year'! Mine was matching with Fee, but then, since I am older, mum decided to get me something with a more mature colour... I almost had to squeeze into this cos I had gotten fat between the time when mum bought it and now:

Party was daydreaming in his suit which is supposed to match mine. Perhaps he was wondering why his suit din have prints like mine and Fever's... He certainly look like a stoic ah pa between the two of us.

Last but not least, Red colour (for good luck) is a must have! Fee gets to be the bearer of the Rama good luck. She took it pretty seriously and sat throughout the shoot without moving a single inch!

As long as there is good food, good food and more good food, I suppose having many new years won't do any harm. I hope the next one is coming soon!

Optimistic wire,

Mango

Signs of a good start for the year

Mango and I went to Auntie Fee (Fee's mum)'s place for our visit today. This is the third visit this year. While mum went off for work, we romped freely with our fiesty & robust daughter and mum came to join us after work.

Auntie Fee calls me 'the little cheat' cos last year, I had the mood swings and disinterest in all food at Auntie Fee's, but always went back to my perky greedy self when I get home. Today, I was good. I:

1. Dug a hole in Auntie Fee (Fee's mum)'s bedsheet.

2. Asserted my need for attention by scratching Auntie Fee excessively.

3. Polished off the nice decent meal (mince meat + sausage + liver + garlic + some beans) prepared by Auntie Fee.

4. Polished off all decent treats (dried sasami + lamb treats + some minty chix-flavoured treats), minus the not-so-meaty ones (biscuits & yoghurt drops).

5. Indulged like a king on the sofa all to myself while Mango and Fee slept on the floor.

Voila... nobody could figure out why the good mood today. I did heard lots of speculations and my name being mentioned in mum and Auntie Fee's conversation all night long. I know that despite tolerating my naughty nonsense, Auntie Fee was secretly pleased that I was naughty and greedy.

Auntie Fee heard that I love powdered goat's milk and she said she will get some for me during the next visit. And she was wondering about the next visit's menu for us. Yummzzz...

I have started on medication - the vet says it will be life-long - for the fits and so far, they had been staying away. On top of that, the compensating nature of mum and Auntie Fee made them all extra nice to me so I guess that explains all the extra goodies, love and play.

Since the medication comes bundled in my favourite - bread - I am eager to compile. And plus the extra tasty goodies, fun and more food, this year looks promising to be a wonderful year ahead.

Dear dogs' God, please let this be a good year for me. No sick, no fits... or lesser... just more love and goodies and walks and play and toys please?

Earnestly wire,

Party

My dark secret

Other than Mango, mum and me, I am convinced that there is some monster living together with us.

Every morning, this monster breaks into a long-winded, out-of-tune song. I detest it with every wire hair I have. When mum does not wake up soon enough to break up the song, I take things into my own hands:



I sure can sing better!



Wiry Cheers,
Party

The Ducky Scare

Mango and Fever had fun!



Compliments from Mango and Party

Party's say

Pawssup! I'm back!

Mum finally went on leave (for two whole whopping weeks of December) and it was about time!

I was seriously heading for a serious bout of dog blues.

Being guilty, mum was extra nice and we went almost everywhere with her. We took extra long walks, chased some feisty cats (birds were too flighty...) in the neighbourhood. However, mum did not want us to get too idle and assigned us some babysitting duties. We were to babysit Fee while her parents went on vacation. For once in my life, I had to earn my keep.

Babysitting was back-breaking. Fee wanted attention.. she wanna play... all the time! And she wanted to be patted all the time too.

I was tired out by the first day.

Can you tell Fever and me apart?

*Clue: I am 7.5kg and Fee is erm... 9?

Last Christmas, Fee was too young to have a party but this year, we celebrated Christmas as any respectable wft family should... with food! A hearty appetite is a tradition that we the Ramasage family upholds.

I just hope Christmas is coming soon.

Spaghetti and yoghurt-coated cheescake for the Ramasage Family Dinner.

We also visited Auntie Raye at Urban Pooch on Christmas Day. To our embarrassment, Fee vomitted during the car ride.

Gosh. I should have brought her security blanket in the car.

Thankfully, Auntie Raye was fun to play with. The games she played tested our WFT intelligence cos her antagonising puppet toy could sing and she also played treats-hunting games. But the best part must be the not-one, but twwwoo glorious doggy logcakes she gave us. The cakes are made for dogs and so it means that we could feast away.

Being responsible ah pa, I shared the logcakes with Fee.

Earning my keep was no easy peasy feat. I had to make sure that Fee eats loads, played hard and din feel lonely while her parents were not around. Thankfully it has its perks. I earned a cushy bed to sleep in.

I delighted in it.

I heard that 2006 had left and 2007 is here. Whatever that is all about, I hope this means more feasts, outings and oh well, babysitting jobs if I have to, since it has its perks.

Bye 2006!

Ah Pa a.k.a. Party