My Wagon

Mom has noticed quite a dramatic decline in my-everything these recent months. They just seem to happen overnight 😢

This post I'll just talk about one of them. Arthritis.

While I can still jump around when there's food, I am walking like I'm making conscious steps and my hip kinda sway around. She tried taking video of me walking but as always, I refuse whenever there's a camera involved!

Mom wants to bring me along to visit Grandma. You can say that we are staying on the same street, like about 3 bus-stops away. I used to be able to walk there on my own but I am walking so slow now, we'd probably take 3x longer to reach, and back!

So Mom thought of getting me a pet pram. But she was worried I won't like it after buying. So again, she came up with a silly bright idea!💡

Putting me into a grocery shopping cart to test!

Not those BIG supermarket trolley but a small personal cart that she uses to lug back her groceries! [This is a common personal cart that people in Singapore use to shop from nearby supermarkets within walking distance. Very useful for people without vehicles eg. Mom 😅 ].

No Dog was abused during the above test. Mom put me in and pushed me around in it at our balcony for a couple of minutes. After a few tries, Mom was convinced I was okay with riding in one.

Ta-daa-aaaaaaaa

Picture grabbed from internet, dog not included with the purchase ok?

We got exactly the same one.

With a big mesh so Mommy can see what I'm up to inside.

 A smaller mesh front-view. With the mesh it is ok even when the hood is down.

From the video, you can see that there's an even smaller mesh on the top of hood!

So, all's good when the weather is fine.

Once, we were still walking home when it started to pour! OMD!
It already started to drizzle when we were just leaving Grandma's apartment but Mom thought she would take a chance. Well, she was wrong.

Mom quickly had me my wagon wrapped up (with me inside) with plastic sheets. Luckily I remained dry while the wagon got a little wet. Mom was the wettest cos' she had to push me with 1 hand and held the brolly with other hand trying to shield me (the rain could still seep in as the plastic sheet was not big enough!).

    See? So UN-GLAM!!! BOL.  Oh, I was in the wagon but you can't see me😅 😅 😂

Aftermath of Dental Scaling

I had my first dental works in Dec 2011 when I was about 8.5 yrs young.

Then 2 years later in 2013 (10.5 yrs young); and

again another 2 yrs in 2015 (12.5 yrs young).

Why 2 years? It's just Mom's stupid silly idea because all those chewing on tendons & manually cleaning with gauze don't seem helpful that by around 1 year plus plaque would have built up. Yet, she's worried about me going under so it was a battle between Plaque and Anaesthesia. So 2 years it is - by hook or by crook I must have dental scaling.

SO! This year (and month) the 2 years is up! I'm now 14.5 yrs not-so-young.

2 weeks ago I was scooped up and to the vet we went at 9am! Poor me, left shivering and hungry (cos had to fast) at the vet's to wait for my turn. In all fairness, Mom couldn't sit still at home either worrying about me. Finally, it was over and I was fetched home at 3+pm.

Guess what! It was NOT only dental scaling I was worked on!!! OMG!!!!!


There was a wart that grew on my lower back near the spine. So mr. Nice Vet had it removed surgically while I was unconscious sedated. It was slightly big (ahem...it was slightly smaller than a green bean!) and needed to be stitched up! Looked, my nice fur had to be shaved, What The FISH??!!

   That was me lying in bed at home, though conscious but still weak in my limbs unable to stand!

Wait. Those were NOT ALL.

I also had these skin tags on my right hock and on my right upper lip.

The skin tag about the size of a long grain of rice, looked like this:

This was on my left muzzle but somehow it disappeared; must had dropped off on its own.

Below is my right hock where the circled area is where the skin tag used to be:

The skin tags on my hock and lip were removed by electrocautery, I think? similar to using laser to burn off... Easier to manage, just need to apply cream afterwards for about a week.

Skin tags can usually be left on their own unless they cause problems. But as I was sedated so might as well.

Oh, I forgot to mention that 1 pre-molar was loose and extracted!!! *cry* 

I had 4 teeth removed during the 2015's dental. That made a total of 5 to-date!

Good news was besides the dental works which we had to pay, the wart and skin tags removal were free of charge.

For the rest of the afternoon and night, I was groggy and had to be carried from place to place. Could barely stand up to pee! It seemed that anaesthesia-recovery got worse and worse as I aged :(

I didn't even eat for that whole day. Luckily I got better the next day though wobbly and fell several times, phew!

See you in 2019, Dental Scaling! But I'll try not to and keep up my efforts to keep my teeth clean.

Happy Pawloween

Happy Pawloween!!

   This photo is being recycled from 2014.

Wordless Wednesday - Teeth Brushing Chew

Wordless Wednesday - Mom Loves My Back View

Let Me Out

I have my bath torture in mom's adjoining bathroom, and she closes the bedroom door every time before my torture so there's no escape for me!

After the torture, the first place I go to:


the bedroom door of course!

"lemme out! lemme out!"

* look at my lifted paw * BOL

Butt, Mom would catch me and bring me back into the room for blow drying.

When will my torture end???????

Thunder-Headgear

They have Thundershirt.

I have Thunder-Headgear!!

The whole point is to cover my ears (to dampen the sound of thunder). There were times when the thunder were really (and i mean REALLY) LOUD. Even Mom got spooked BOL

I would BARK back at the thunder and Mom would need to soothe and calm me down like a baby.

ZZZZZZZ April 2017

Really? Mom? You're posting my APRIL'S ZZZZZZ Collection only now???

Whatever.  Better late than never.

    forming letter H with the humans bwahahaha

Wordless Wednesday - Rolling Good Time

Happy Barkday To ME

I am 14 years old! OMD that's 72 in human years!!!!

I had to wait for the Oh-my-let to cool down. 

In this photo, mom was holding with one hand the Oh-my-let over her head to let the ceiling fan do the cooling work. The other hand was busy snapping blurry picture of me bwahaha

The oh-my-let got my 5/5 Paws Approval!

I was already barking for it while it was still cooking in the pan!!!

All cut up ready for serving to me!

*woof woof woof in the background*

I was 'forced' to sit down to wait for a snapshot!! GRRRRR

Let the chomping begin!

Nom nom nom... Nom nom nom...

I am wearing my new top, isn't it cute???

Emptied the bowl in seconds.

Checking for crumbs.

I am UNCLE Bowie, 72 years old remember? 

Expanded too much energy chowing down those oh-my-let, time to hit the pillow floor.