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

Will we be different?

Dear all,

Seems like I will have to be whisked away soon enough... I think mum's just counting the days to sending me away for a while...

Actually mum intends to get us both spayed together at the end of the year. She wanted to wait till she gets her annual leave to 'fix' us so she can stay at home with us. Seriously, I cannot imagine the nightmare. Which will be worse? Two post-surgery wires bumping all over the place in large lampshades or mum having to get bumped by us all the time!

Gosh, what will it be like? Will we get fat easily when we get 'fixed'? Party's pretty skinny now so I doubt he will mind, but me's got my good figure to maintain. But will Party know when it happens? We have a poodle-maltese friend who had mourned for the loss of his manhood ever since he was 'fixed'. I cannot imagine if Party knows it is going to happen to him too....

Oh dear... what will happen to us? Will we be any different when we get, you know... 'fixed'? What will be in store for us?



Gloomy wire,
Mango

On Heat!

I am tired and grouchy and moody! And sulking in my bed has been comforting.

I am on heat! Oh no wonder Party's been following my tail yesterday and today!

Mummy's going to make plans to send me away for a few days next week or something, so that Party does not go nuts or something. She said no more babies for me, since I am 5, am such a fierce mother and anyway too old for babies. Yup, no more baby Fevers.

I dun wanna go! i will miss my bed, all of my toys and all of my treats and all of the special attention, and having Party and mummy around. What if they go to the parks without me?!

But if she sends Party away for a few days, she said that I will be howling at home alone for days!

Help!

Wiry gloom,
Mango

Finally Back!

Oh gosh! It is so good to back into this space.

For the past weeks, we had not been able to lay a single toe on the lap-top cos mum was on it for work ALL THE TIME. It was so painful to pine for some attention and lap-top time.

Howdy everyone! We missed everyone!

Party and I had found out that all that baking suspense was for a some sort of celebrating of my birthday (whippee!) two weekends or so ago. Mum did not manage to take any pics at the dog run cos Party and I were so naughty and she had to keep her eyes and hands on us.

She did manage to take some pics of the birthday celebration though, of which Party sat so pretty, as if it was his birthday. Poor him! I think he never got over the fact that there was no celebration for him in March, and so he pretended that we were all celebrating his birthday.

Will be posting the pics soon. In the meantime, we are continually petitioning for more online time. We still have not figured out what the measuring of our heads was for, and will keep you guys updated as soon as we have that figured out!

Wiry Loves and misses,
Mango and Party

SOMETHING's amiss

Mum is being secretive again. She has been frantically copying some doggie recipes here there and we saw that she has started to gather some bakeware together.

Last night, she took out a measuring tape and measured up MY head; top of the head between the ears, bottom of head, between the ears, and wrote the measurements down. Then, she went on to Mango and after head measurements, she pretended that everything is normal. Gosh, imagine Mango's auguish... first the butt checks, and now mummy doing the head check.

What's going on? We know we are going to the dog run again this Sunday but usually there is not much fuss or preparation woh. We sniff a suspicious bone somewhere in this business.

To distract myself, I am pleased to know that mummy has a cute little thing hanging in her car to remind her that WE are waiting for her at home. Guess she can't find a WFT design and this is the next cutest:

Wiry loves,
Party and Mango

My curious friend at the run

Mum and Uncle Pt brought us to the West Coast Dog Run, bright and early on Saturday morning!

Party was naughty and had to be leashed while I get free run. It was really funny cos it was the first time I met and played with this dainty swift-running breed (Italian Greyhounds), in a pack! They are a cute-looking lot, cos they looked serrious or worried most of the time!

They were friendly enough towards me, but strangely, they would run away whenever mum or Uncle tried to pat them (and boy they are fast, graceful runners). So it was up to me to be PR. I ventured over to their benches and proudly stood out as the only one with rather messy just-woke-up wiry hairdo.

It looked like one of them noticed I stood out from his kind. He was really curious about me! He followed me all over to sniff my butt so many times that even mum could recognise that particular IG was following me. In between the butt-sniffs, we did manage to get some play and it was fun to see him run:

Hey! I was checking out the other dogs and there he was, sniffing my butt again. That is me, trying to warn him, and he was pretending that he was not following me!

Oh well... if you can't beat them, join them..

After some play and more butt-sniffs, I decided that I have had enough. Maybe the worried IG looks and persistence with butt-sniffing is putting me off. Boy... I hope nothing is wrong with my butt...

Finally, I managed to lose my follower and enjoyed some solo time! I'm a wire and I wanted to have some time on my own to enjoy the huge running space!

We hung around till it got too hot. I think my poor IG friend got abit disappointed when I left. He was lingering around at our bench, looking worried again. Boy, that is sure alot of worrying that he did and I wonder why... and it makes me glad to be a happy wire!

Wiry loves,

Mango and Party

We've been tagged!

We have been tagged!

Thanks to Fever, we are now enthralled in our daughter's little game where we have to reveal 5 weird things about ourselves. How it works is that when you discover that you have been tagged, you have to reveal 5 weird things you have done/ 5 weird habits you have, and then tag 5 more other friends!

Oh well, here goes:

1) Mango is still playing with her smelly four-plus-year-old canvas doggy toy. Its squeak will no longer squeak, and it is all tattered up from all the washing, chewing and 'killing'. But you know what... mummy tried to throw it away once, but Mango picked it up from the bag. Mango's gotten abit insecure about it since that incident and makes a point to chew it a little every other day to show how she cannot do without it.

2) Mango likes boys better than girls. She is always more friendly toward boy strangers and greet them more warmly than girl strangers. (and once or twice, when the boy strangers give her attention, she peed in excitement, how embarrassing!!)

3) I will not give my paw as and when it is required of me. I only give paw if I am standing on my two hind legs and leaning my two front paws on something. I simply dun think it is wise to give paw while I sit.

4) I sing to mummy's loud loud musical alarm clock. Ssshh... only Mango and Mummy knows about it... not even Fever knows.

5) Whenever mummy whips out that camera of hers to take pics of us, we will find something interesting on the right and left sides. We also try to conveniently turn a deaf ear on her!

Now, we are off to tag more friends!

Wiry loves,
Party and Mango

The feast

We would never ever visit Urban Pooch and not have a good meal there. So, I decided not to buy Uncle Pt's persistence at not sharing his soup with us.

Perhaps buying his friendship might win a lick of some soup?

Uncle Pt and mummy insisted that this is not for us but is theirs instead.

Oh, here's our food! Look at how far it is on the table but we know it is there. It seems impossible, but proper cafe ettiquette calls for us to be patient and with a wire reputation to uphold, we shall not have paws on the table. Instead, we resorted to having all eyes on the person who will be giving the 'go ahead' to start.

I had a juicy boneless fish course complete with some garnishes and vegetables.

It is ultimate. Coming here makes humans decide to pamper us well. Look! Someone evens hold my bowl while I eat cos I cannot reach the table top to eat in human-in-cafe style.

Party got the favourite paws' pick of a lamb pie or something. Oh well, Uncle Pt did break off a piece of it for me, but I guess Party's got the chunk of it!
Mummy commented that unlike me, Party's a big boy and can eat properly on his own. I think he is just worried that I might get to his bowl since it is on the table. Look at him! He finishes up his food in a flash! It is simply a great treat to dine in style.

Wiry kisses,
Mango and Party

Auntie Raye's gourmet food for dogs

To celebrate National Day, Uncle Pt and mummy brought us to Urban Pooch for a yummy-licious treat!

Urban Pooch is a pet cafe which dishes out great food meant for us canines!

Sometimes, mummy brings home a take-away treat from Urban Pooch, but to us both, nothing beats dining at the real place!

Party and I sure got ourselves properly attired to dine out!!

Enter Auntie Raye. She is someone we think every canine ought to be pals with for all the canine feasts she whips up effortlessly.

Look! Here's a clever lab who has got that figured out too!

In the meantime, we admired the pics of canines whose tastebuds have been satisfied by generous portions of auntie raye's yummy cooking.

Somebody bring on the good stuff!

"Jia you auntie raye, two starving wires need feeding!"

Our food arrived but mummy insisted that Uncle Pt finishes his food before giving us our shares.
I was left to stare at every mouthful Uncle Pt took and I am not so sure if I could resist stealing some food off the table..

Thankfully, auntie raye took pity on us and grab us a bite. And of course, I put on my most adoring look for anyone whose hands carry the promise of food. Here's her trying to cool off the food for me.

I wasted no time in nibbling the food gently from auntie raye... I love dining out! We are going to post more tantalising pictures of the wonderful meal we had today!

Satisfied wires,

Mango and Party

National Dog Walk 2006 Part 2

Uncle Pt and I waited for more dogs to arrive and they sure did. Most of their owners looked relieved while some were carrying their tiny canines in. We all settled down and many began keen inspections of the goodie bags.

We had just settled down in a shady spot when some terriers found their way to our mats. Ginger, the 1 and a 1/2 wire fox terrier, and her parents came by and Party was so taken by Ginger that he could hardly take his eyes and paws off her.
Then another terrier and his parents wandered over. Fuzzy is a 14-year-old Lakeland Terrier who was rescued by his parents when he was about 6. Gosh! He must be the most well-fed terrier we ever know 'cos he roams freely to inspect the parties going on but make no attempts to beg for food!

All of our proud parents got their cameras (and camera-phones) and began snapping away as if we are all celebrities. I guess we gorgeous terriers - both wires and lakelands - are hardly common in Singapore and our parents enjoy the chance to bond and compare terror... terrier tales.

I love meeting people who also owned terriers too, cos they never ask if we are schnauzers or some funny breeds (it has happened so many times that we found it really offensive cos we are simply two different breeds!) and truly know how to celebrate our delightful antics.

The finale of the event is singing the national song! Ooo... lots of people stood proudly to attention as the music began. Sensing that good things might follow the song, Party wisely rose to attention too...

And he was right! How can a birthday celebration be without a birthday cake?
Both Party and I truly thought that we were deserving of this treat since we had walked hard for it. I was apprehensive at first, but mummy took a bite and I suppose that it was alright for my waistline. Also, from the corner of my eye, I saw Party and Fever finishing up theirs and I figured that I had better hurry...
After the tasty snack, Party and I were pretty much contented to be lazing around and wait for the lucky draw to call on our numbers. After all, if our numbers were picked, we would win an enormous amount of dry food which would feed us for ages.

Fever was however not contented. She was caught canvassing for more snacks and was told off by her mummy several times. Gosh, it must be embarrassing for Fever to be told off in front of so many people!

Fever has been brought back for the umpteenth time and I thought that I would not be caught dead being told off in public. I am determined to be on my best-est behaviour and wait for the next outing!

Cheers,
Mango (and Party)