Let the Molting Begins

It's that time of the year, let the shearing begins...

Yumi has been pretty cooperative during the "furminating", hence a treat... well not quite, its time for her Interceptor med. Since she takes her meds quite happily as you can see from the last photo, might as well consider it as a treat then.

Ungrateful

She's gone, without even turning back, without even realising that I'm not beside her.

The ungrateful gal galloped off when her nannies took over her leash.
The ungrateful gal hopped into the back seat once the car door was opened.
The ungrateful gal didn't even look back when they drove off.

I'm glad she enjoys the company of her new friends, but can't change the fact that I'm a nobody to her... sigh.

Moulting

At the dinner table, Cow found Yumi's fur in his soup,... went to the washroom and he can easily pick her fur off his underpants.

Yes, I'm glad its coming to the end of Yumi's moulting season, no more tumble weeds hoovering across the living room. I'm quite certain that with the amount of fur I collect throughout each season, its enough to make another of her.

That's the thing about having a canine companion, I've grown too accustomed to her furiness, finding fur on my lips as I sip my morning coffee, in my rice, wallet, the magazine I'm reading, on my keyboard, you name it.

Sigh, side note, Yumi's nanny is dropping by tomorrow to pick her up for her vacation camp. Oblivious to it all, the canine is snoozing away, not knowing how much I'm gotta miss her...

Yumi got poked

Poke, poke, today is the day Yumi got poked by needles again.

Much to our (more of mine) relief, her blood test came back negative for heartworm. Has place order for her Interceptor tabs.

Following that, she got poked yet again, this time for a rabies jab.

The vet was happy that our gal is so "healthy" that she has no problem what so ever when she tried to pinch the canine for fats to inject the shot. Yes, our gal is in fact overly "healthy" in the field of body fats, so much so she might need to go on diet soon.

Just outside the vet's was this lil pup for adoption, its overpowered with cuteness and I couldn't resist taking out my digital cam.

Yumi Moment

Yumi's old toy box (a waste paper basket) turned out to be a nuisance.

Instead of training her to get her own toys, she deemed every bin in the house to be her toy basket,...
The moment any waste went into the bins, out it comes again.
Time for a replacement, she got her very own toy box.
All I can say is, she absolutely hates it. She loves her toys scattered around the house.
She loves the convenience of her toys at every corner of the house, easy access.

Little helper folding the laundry? I wished!!!
She's upset that I'm paying more attention to the laundry than to her.
So as she discovered, the only way to get me to play with her was to stop me from my chores.

And the lil one got bored, and ohhhh the softener the humans used on the clothes smells good.
Ohhhh and the laundry is soooo soft. Ohhhh Zzzzzzz....