For sometime now, I have developed a habit of asking for a treat after every walkie. You see, after every walkie, Mom will wash my face and feet before releasing me to do my own thing. And you know how I hate water! So, a good treat will certainly compensate my big sacrifice, yeah?
Today is 46th birthday of Singapore.
Hee hee ... During my evening walkie, a silly tiny little rat came to me voluntarily... As a natural hunter, it is my job to chase and bite right?? Well, I did, but after one bite I drop the rat in the midst of mom's silly screams and all...Mom says the rat is barely breathing...Well, I can only say my bite is powerful wahahaha !!! Mom is not amused and vow not to kiss me tonight. She also warn dad...so this is me sulking ... come on...
I wonder what's on the dining table?
Smells so nice!
Hee hee. Mom's watching. Better act cute for now.
Mom, I didn't do anything. I'm just resting. Hee hee.
Oh new dishes coming out from the kitchen!
I am exhausted.
Disillusioned.
Dejected.
Totally...resigned to my fate...
This is me on the way to see my vet. I have to see her every month to get the Catrophen injection as I have arthritis. I am much better in mobility thanks to the monthly injection. Still, Mom is careful not to stretch me too much that's why I am on my stroller. :)
