We've decided to arrange for a 'family' day out for Bubble. Water, checked, towel, checked, carrier, checked, loads of poopy bags, checked, and off we went. Oh and not forgetting frontline spray as well as an anti-mosquito patch for him.
It's Bubble's second trip to Botanic Gardens, first for Moo, and countless for me. The father and son dual were really excited to be there, one busy snapping shots while the latter busy marking his "I've been here" signature graffiti. While I on the other hand was busy donating blood to the blood suckers (my body temperature is usually higher than Moo's so they all swamped to me with their syringes). Moo suggested that I use the patch on Bubble's leash,.... NO WAY!!!!! I can easily reach for and scratch the itchy spots,... whereas for my dear son,... he can't, so the patch stayed put on his leash.
There were crowds of tourist despite being off peak visiting hours. And a few greeted Bubble and he got to know some doggy friends too.
All in all it was a great day out for all of us, till we reached home, Moo left me with the belongings (my haversack, Bubble's carrier, and not to mention my dear son) to get some lunch. Just as I approached the elevator, the carrier slipped and in that few seconds while grabbing it, Bubble started barking at this old hag who just came round the corner..... Before she could say anything, I started apologizing. What followed just supported my theory of how most locals has zero tolerance towards dogs... I received a tongue lashing for a whole 5 minutes!!!!! Despite all the sorries, which she turned a deaf ear on, she wasn't gotta let me off that quick. I was given a few stares by the bangas resting at the void deck who treated me like some sorta entertainment of the day. Only after she was satisfied venting her anger did she walked off, still turning around occasionally to shoot a few evil stares. Yes its my fault for not being able to control my canine at all times, I don't deny that,.... but five minutes of tongue lashing despite millions of sincere apologizes is another matter.
I have came across too many occasions when parents warning kids to stay away from Bubble "Don't go too near to that dog, it bites!!!!" Whereas for foreigners, like those we met during today's day out, greeted him with smiles and even addressed him as "Sweetie"!!!! Sigh, if local parents choose to continue teaching their children to 'respect' canines in such a manner, it would only make the gap bigger between them and the dog owners as well make life difficult for the latter. Sigh blabbing, mumbling, its late, I'm tired, leaving tomorrow. Yaya, off to catch a short nap. LONG SIGH so much things to do, so little time,... that's the usual line when we are home, but the complete opposite when we are back in Lala Land which is so much time, so little things to do....
Z-monster attacked, and he won.
It's Bubble's second trip to Botanic Gardens, first for Moo, and countless for me. The father and son dual were really excited to be there, one busy snapping shots while the latter busy marking his "I've been here" signature graffiti. While I on the other hand was busy donating blood to the blood suckers (my body temperature is usually higher than Moo's so they all swamped to me with their syringes). Moo suggested that I use the patch on Bubble's leash,.... NO WAY!!!!! I can easily reach for and scratch the itchy spots,... whereas for my dear son,... he can't, so the patch stayed put on his leash.
There were crowds of tourist despite being off peak visiting hours. And a few greeted Bubble and he got to know some doggy friends too.
All in all it was a great day out for all of us, till we reached home, Moo left me with the belongings (my haversack, Bubble's carrier, and not to mention my dear son) to get some lunch. Just as I approached the elevator, the carrier slipped and in that few seconds while grabbing it, Bubble started barking at this old hag who just came round the corner..... Before she could say anything, I started apologizing. What followed just supported my theory of how most locals has zero tolerance towards dogs... I received a tongue lashing for a whole 5 minutes!!!!! Despite all the sorries, which she turned a deaf ear on, she wasn't gotta let me off that quick. I was given a few stares by the bangas resting at the void deck who treated me like some sorta entertainment of the day. Only after she was satisfied venting her anger did she walked off, still turning around occasionally to shoot a few evil stares. Yes its my fault for not being able to control my canine at all times, I don't deny that,.... but five minutes of tongue lashing despite millions of sincere apologizes is another matter.
I have came across too many occasions when parents warning kids to stay away from Bubble "Don't go too near to that dog, it bites!!!!" Whereas for foreigners, like those we met during today's day out, greeted him with smiles and even addressed him as "Sweetie"!!!! Sigh, if local parents choose to continue teaching their children to 'respect' canines in such a manner, it would only make the gap bigger between them and the dog owners as well make life difficult for the latter. Sigh blabbing, mumbling, its late, I'm tired, leaving tomorrow. Yaya, off to catch a short nap. LONG SIGH so much things to do, so little time,... that's the usual line when we are home, but the complete opposite when we are back in Lala Land which is so much time, so little things to do....
Z-monster attacked, and he won.
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