Heartless/ I'm Sorry

I'm sorry Yuki, I really am.
As much as I'll like to give you a second chance, I do not have the ability nor energy to entertain.


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Taking in Yuki has been a challenge, with two canines, its tiring, but that I can still cope with.

Last night while chilling out in the front yard chatting with the neighbours before moving out, Yuki's lil sister came to pay her a visit. I've seen her a week ago, not a regular of this neighbourhood. She's dying to enter our premises. Yuki on the other hand is the alpha, punishing her sibling for her misbehaviour. The latter then disappeared for the night.

6am, Cow's alarm went off, back to the morning routine, walking Yuki and Yumi. Opened the door to find a black shadow sitting by the gate, I smell trouble.
I assumed that Yuki's the reason why her sister refuses to go. Left with no choice, I leashed Yuki and walked her to the construction site behind ours (she's always been wanting to go there). Yuki's sibling followed endlessly. Released Yuki and the two vanished behind the fence. Great I thought, family reunion, returned home, the two black knights were stationed by the gate waiting.....

As much compassion as I have for dogs, I know my limits.
I've sealed off all possible enterance. The two sidlings linges around. At this point I've blanked off Yumi's cry for a walk, my hands were full.
I've passed some bricks to my neighbour advising her that its best to seal off part of the drain, in case the sisters decides to move into hers. My neighbours ain't really a dog person, they don't mind us keeping ours, but would rather not have any themselves.

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I prayed, I'm weak and running outta energy. I'm leaving them to HIM.

Just as I start to draft this entry, loud rattling noise echoes. Drew the curtains to investigate, only to be greeted by a pair of bright glowing amber eyes.... Yuki's desperate, she squeezed herself in through the gate and she's now sitting in the pouch.

She's shaning her sister's cry, she wants to stay.
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With her sister waiting and crying, I left them alone.
To be honest, I did gave a sigh of relief with the two vanished at the construction site this morning.

I'm too tired to deal with all these. Cow's working late this whole week, its all down to me to deal with the packing and logistics for the move. The house is in a complete mess.

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The saga continues. I can't really give a damn at the moment. Heartless it might sound. My to do list is piling and I'll have to get on with it. Sorry Yuki, if your lil sister can't leave you behind, then you might have to go with her.

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Took Yumi out for a walk and saw the two black knights popping from two houses down to join us,
I should have known better, Yuki's a pretty persistent canine, while her sister just simply tagged along. Seeing her panting from the heat, my heart aches, tempted to give her some water, but I know I can't. Fighting my urge to slam open the gate for Yuki, there's just no more room for her other companion.
I'm sorry Yuki, I really am.

Big Sista

Something that made us go "Awwwww that's sweet".
As Cow was turning into the porch, Yumi attempts to dig herself outta the house to greet him. Sensing that her claws are not made of diamond drill bits, she resolved to whining.
Yuki heard her cry and went to the door to calm the rascal down, standing by her as Cow parks the car, never leaving her sight. That was a touching moment.

During our evening walks, she patiently waits for the rascal to finish her nosing about before proceeding on. Lil rascal picked up a shuttlecock from the road and started playing like some lil kid while big sista watches. Short attention span, bored, moved on. Just then big sista picked up the shuttlecock, ran up to Yumi and dropped it in front of her as if asking, "You still wanna play with this?" Rascal," Oh I almost forgot about it," picked up her toy and moved on.

Enjoying her big sista's pampering, Yumi's wondering why she's not in the house like she is. Even with the sliding door keeping them apart, she chose to sleep next to her new playmate in regardless to where she decides to nap as though to let our new resident know that she's not alone.

This is what I like about dogs, with children we have to teach them the sense of responsibilities, most of the time it has to be infused. Yuki has just been with us for two days, and she's picking up her roles pretty well. No doubt Yumi's the rascal, that's due to my over-pampering, but my underlying statement is sometimes dogs are more sensible and sensitive than humans. Words can be pretty cheap nowadays, human say things they do not mean, whereas for canines you can look into their eyes and they are pretty much an open book.

Yuki's learning to enter the world of the humans, well she picks it up quick from Yumi. While watching us play ball, she decided to join in. Great for her that she's loosening up, bad for me having to juggle the two. Yumi got jealous, what used to be her ball is now in someone else's mouth. As spoilt as she is, having two tennis balls ain't doing any good, Well they din't really start a fight or anything, coz I stopped the game before any rivalry starts. Managed to calm the duo down, they are now chilling and taking a nap. (Why does it just sound like I'm a mother of two?)

Since Yuki's the designated outdoor security, she's only allowed in the house to escape the scotching mid-day heat, and evening she'd be out again. Not all that bad I suppose, don't think I can handle the both of them if she's indoor the whole time.

Grouchs

I've started the day being a grouch, Cow's tossing around too much just before the alarm went off at 6.05 in the morning. Fine I guess, since I've to get on with the errands of packing anyway.
Yumi's still dreaming, I've yet to feel her paws slapping me in the face telling me to walk her.
Right, I'm up and Cow's running late. Not even bothering to brush my teeth (not like I'm gotta talk to anyone anyway, the neighbours are more fortunate than I am, most of them only gets outta the house around 8 or 9ish), grabbed the two leashes and hooked the two of them up.

At this point I heard a yawn from Yuki, great I thought, she's finally woke up.
Cow's off and so should I, "come on gals, lets go for a walk."

It literally took me 5 mins to close the front gate, Yuki's started to protest, she wanna stay in bed. Yumi who spent the past 10 mins wandering around with the clueless owner is more or less in her full form.
So the one at the end of the two leashes are torn between staying and going out, if given a choice I'd run straight back to bed, NOOOOOOOOO then I'd be tormented by the whines and cries of the six-month old.
Finally got outta the house, Yuki took a last glimpse at the door before reluctantly trailing at the back while her mate dashed straight to the nearest green patch.

The whole walking process just made me feel like those punishment for the gladiators tied to horses and torn to pieces. One canine's happy to sit around and scratch herself to hell, the other is like a buffalo on steroid pulling her cart.
Sigh. Look, I'm not complaining, I'm taking full responsibilities for the two of them since I told Cow that I can cope with an additional member. This is just a grumble, complain consists of resentment, grumble's just bitching and moving on after.

Its clear to me that Yuki wanna get it over and done with, walked past the house, she slipped her slender black butt through the gate. Hoping to exhaust the little one, another round for her before she retires home. Oh I tell you, having the other leash gone, the walk somehow turned pleasant. I smiled for the first time since I'm gotta slumberland, a pretty faint smile, nevertheless its still a smile.

With the Yumi satisfied, we headed back.
No its not the end of my entry just yet.
I wished.

Back in the yard, time for the change of guards. Trying to shove Yumi into the house without Yuki running in is TOUGH, and equally challenging via versa when trying to push the new resident outta the house without the other bitch escaping. Another five minutes lost of sleep time trying to complete the task. By the time I made sure the two of them are comfortable with food and water, the slave is too wide awake to go back to bed.

And here I am, ranting with my half shut brain, the caffeine has yet to kick in. Moral of the entry? Never walk sleepy dogs. Oh and if your other half is keeping you awake in bed, do not hesitate to kick him off.

Moving On

Sound to me that the landlord is really trying hard to sell off the property, count her lucky that we're still renting till the end of the month and I'm here to let the electrician in. She's managed to get the developers to send a man down to fix the security alarms for the house, hoping that it would be a pull factor for potential buyers.

Let say if I'm to buy any property in this estate, hers might be the last I'd consider. Firstly its sorta fully furnished (but not up to my standard though), meaning extra cost, and I can't furnish the house to my desire. Secondly, upon entering, anyone observant enough would notice the patch on the ceiling, bad sewage. Thirdly, the three fans in the guest rooms have yet to installed, wires dangling here and there. The sliding door leading to the living room doesn't lock lol. Plus there's like several other corner houses for sale, being in the middle its pretty tight. Oh ya and the tiles in the kitchen's cracked straight down from the ceiling to the floor (not us that did it, the house was completed in a hurry hence the poor job I suppose). The bathroom floods when washing face... and the list of problems to the house continues on.

Unless she sells it at a break even or lower price, if not this house might have to sit around for a year before anyone is to move in.

Since we've signed the tenancy agreement for the new place last night, will be calling them tonight to inform them that we'd be moving out at the end of the month. They gave us very little notice before they put up the "homemade" sign to put the house on for sale, three days would be more than sufficient to notify them before we move out. Just a short two months stay in this place has created more than enough problems and friction, its best to put a stop to these nonsenses before things turn sour. At the end of the day its better to have one more friend than foe.
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Its been more than an hour, and the electrician is still on the job. Thanks to him, Yuki and Yumi gets to nap together for the afternoon, with additional comfort of the air-conditioning. Even a nine degree earthquake might not be able to wake them up. With both of them indoors, I can't imagine the amount of fur I'll collect from sweeping afterwards, *Yawn* I need a nap too.
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Naming Game

Cow's urging for a new name for Blackie, I do agree compared to Yumi whom we spent two days thinking of a name, Blackie deserves a nice name too. An re-enactment of the naming process:

(Walking the duo)
Moi: Blackie come. (pause)(frown) YUMI you stop picking up rubbish!!!!
Cow: Oiiii you better come up with a name for her, if not ah she'd be stuck with Blackie before you know it.
Moi: You think of something then. (plying open Yumi's mouth)
Cow: No, I named Yumi, its your turn.
Moi: ok ok, (thinking aloud) what's black and valuable? Diesel?
Cow: (Protested) NO!!!!! Diesel just makes me think of an idiot who can't act.
Moi: (sigh) k k , Darlie? (Grin) She's got nice teeth as well.... Just like *deep*, their teeth looks much whiter compared to norm peeps coz of the skin tone contrast.
Cow: (laugh) Might as well call her Oil lar. Oiiiil you, come here.
Moi: (shake head) Charcoal sounds better.
Cow: Might as well call her Black Gold!!!!

As you already found out, the naming process din't exactly went well.

*Flipping books*

*Still flipping*

(A day later)

Ahhhhhh,..... *blink* Bingo!
Thou shall be known as Yuki.
Yumi our lil plum, the baby.
Yuki, pure as snow, gentle (even though she does growl at Yumi sometimes, but its mainly the rascal's fault).
Best of all, they rythmes lol.

There, I've got her a name.

A Two-Day Decision

Arranged to meet up with the housing agent last night, got hold of the tenancy agreement and made our first month's deposit as a display of promise for the lease.

Overall we are pretty satisfied with the new place, much bigger space, more rooms and a study. The auto-gate brought the grin on my face, no more standing in the rain waiting for the Cow. Very soon I might just be able to go online as and when I wish (I hope), and maybe I might be able to finally watch TV as well,... ahhhh the plain luxury which I've almost forgot,... Not all pleasant, the pouch doesn't come with a garden,.... all concrete, which means I have to physically leash Yumi and bring her out for walks at say,..... SIX in the morning!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Z-monster protests*

Moving in on the first of next month, and with the Cow's written exam coming up on the 30th, all packing is left to moi. Right, with a six month old puppy, household chores and packing all that I can pretty much cope. Now here's where the BUT comes in. Recently that's this black stray with very nice temperament visiting the estate. Well you can pretty much see what's coming don't you?

As the new residence isn't compounded like the current one, with me alone at home most of the time, and Yumi being an indoor canine, the porch is pretty much left unattended. With that in mind, it came across to us that "employing" a second security hound might be a good idea. After two days of decision making (I know its a lil haste), our new outdoor security guard is now sleeping in our pouch. Here's her resume after the first round of interview.

Name: Well, yet to be named actually, since we've just kidnapped her last night.
Appearance: Black, brown eyes.
Age: Our guess is roughly a year old judging from her teeth
Temperament: HAAAA better than Yumi's. She walked pretty well on leash, very patient with the lil rascal, non-food aggressive, just a lil iffy with showers.
Height: A tint taller than Yumi
Health: Wounds much more severe than Yumi's when she first came. Ticks, fleas. FILTHY. Not certain in regards to worms yet, had to pay a visit to the vets. Healthy gums.

A quick shower washed off most of the dirt and sand on her, and just like Yumi when she first arrived, Blackie (her temp name since she's black) has skin problem, abrasion wounds and of course TICKS since she's a stray. Blackie's gotta take alot longer than Yumi to recover as she's spent a year being a stray while the baby only spent four months out in the vast jungle of sand, dirt, fleas and ticks. I've managed to nurse Yumi back to a nice coat within one and a half month, don't see why I can't with Blackie. Proper diet, regular showers should do the job, oh and not forgetting a trip to the vets.

The following few weeks gotta be a test to my ability to get outta bed in the morning, having to walk two canines won't be easy. Blackie's fine,.... Yumi's the spoilt one.
And now having two canines to make comparison with,.... I'm afraid I might have to start taking sides. Cow's pretty much attracted to Blackie, giving praising of her great temperament,.... almost forgetting the praises he used to make on Yumi on how cute and adorable she is, so therefore I'm on Yumi's side to be fair.

I'm with Yumi for obvious reasons, she came to us first and I prefer a dog like her than Blackie.
Blackie's too nice and sweet, not challenging enough for me I suppose. I prefer a dog that's slightly more fun, more active, and more human like, one that makes me think. Yumi whines and bitch, but personality wise, she's a big baby and I like that. Well who ever cries the loudest in this case gets more attention from me.
Blackie being older is more calm and independent. Yah she cries when I bring Yumi out for walks, not that she's jealous, but more to the fact she's insecure in her new environment, fearing that we are ditching her. I'm sure she'd get used to it eventually. As I "speak", she's contented just snoozing in the front yard and ironically, Yumi's all spread out on the couch enjoying the coolness of the air-conditioning.... Apart from personality differences, the two gals had different agendas as well. Blackie yearns to be an indoor pet, slipping into the house whenever she gets the chance to. Yumi on the other hand had her ultimate goal to be kept outdoor. Whenever the front door opens, the change of guards occurs, one goes out while the other slips in.

I'm not too sure how Cow is taking our new resident, but used to being a strictly one-dog owner, to me Blackie is plainly a case of fostering. The priority right now is dealing with her sever skin condition which will keeps all potential new owners at bay.

(Photos of Blackie does not reflect the degree of her skin condition but what she is within)

Run Mr Wilson, Run

If there's anything that Yumi hates about this current house, it would definitely be the sofa.
This stupid canine likes to chew her toys right next to it,... giving opportunity for her favourite Mr Wilson to take refuge underneath.

Every five minutes or so with her toys, occasion whines echoes the living room. When her cries were not entertained, she simply snooze off next to it, till she gets help from anyone who's hard-working enough to lift up the sofa for her. The moment the ball is out, it rolls back in before we knew it, and the whole whining process starts all over again. Either the canine has to learn to cope with her grease fingers, or she'd have to play with her toys some where else. I've given up.

Teething (Part 2)

Yumi's teething woe continued.
Just the other day I've picked up her half chewed slimy rawhide to find the corner dyed red,.... Plied her jaw and discovered that one of her fangs was abit shaky and inflamed, she gave a lil shriek when I tried to touch it. That explained why the food driven canine isn't really touching her meals (we've recently changed her dog food, and I thought it was the taste that put her off it).

Right, from now on her kibbles will be soaked in milk, and to play safe I've used condensed milk in case she's lactose intolerant. Sigh, ya that brought her back to her food bowl, but being the one who had to pick up her business, it became a lil messy. Her stool was softer than before....

Well that's the price tag I've gotta pay to get her eating again.