Friday, September 18, 2009

My Dogs are (were) big babies

They are indeed.

Cocoa
My very first dog, found her on the street.
My family has the habit of reading the papers on the floor, spreading out the double pages making it easier to read.
Cocoa hated it when our attention wasn't on her.
She'd put her front paw on the corner to prevent us from turning the pages.
If that doesn't work, she'd put both front paws.
If that still fails, she'd simply walk to the middle and plant her butt right on our morning news.


Bubble
My second baby, the famous pinscher who won't hesitate to bite your fingers off if offended.
He loves to curl up sleeping beside us. We in turn became his possesion.
If anyone is to tempt to disturb his sleeping cushion (the human next to him), he will, deffo bite your fingers off.

Yumi
My new member, is the babiest outta all.
I've decided to start this post thanks to her.
Watching a dvd on the laptop with my headphones on.
She got bored watching me, hopped off her throne and tried to nudge off my headphone,... she failed and was shafted aside.
The queen/ Biatch (with a captial B) then walked in front, blocking me from the screen (I'm lying on the floor watching) and refused to budge. That failed, I started watching through the gaps of her legs...
Last resort,... she started typing on my keyboard.

SIGH, I've to stop watching and play with her... threw her a rawhide, which is why she graciously gave me some time off to finish this entry.

Dogs, they are big babies indeed.

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