FRAP, Frenetic Random Activity Period

According to this website Pedigree.com, FRAP only happens to puppies. I beg to differ. I am already 6 years now and I still get a kick at it whenever I play with my humans or whenever I step into a sand pit or beach. In fact, just give me sand and I can show you what I do.  When I was a young pup, I could trap zeomy with my leash by running frantically around her (heh heh). I sent her to a lampost once too. Now, whenever I walk into a sand pit, they will hold my leash with 2 hands and sit tight on the bench until I am done with my FRAP. Half the fun is gone. Bummer.

I have gained a hefty 3kg for the past 3 weeks now. I get called duah bue ben quite often these days and I don’t mind as long I get more yum yum food. I have yum yum breakfast almost every morning because they needed to hide my smelly medications in it. Besides, I have also worked hard on my charms and more of my favourite human relatives gave in to my beady eyes and handed over the new year goodies.  I ought to join zeomy for her running asap to shed off the excess baggage, else I will be laughed at again during my obstacle training.

I am a very clever dog leh..

Following the visits to the vet, I was put on antibiotics course to treat my allergy. I used to chew my medications without having to hide them in my food when I was a pup. That was until I was made to eat something called antibiotics. They stink like hell, my human companions cringed at the smell of it too, so you can’t blame me for being difficult. The good thing about having to take this antibiotic course is I get to eat more of yummy food. My companions have to hide the drugs in meatballs, generous helpings of peanut butter and wet dog food. yum yum yum

The flip side is discovering the nasty taste of the drugs when I chewed my food. Phew. I have spat them out and left them on my chest but zeomy discovered that and mixed the remaining pills with my meatballs, ruining the taste of meat and I have to finish it before she left me alone.

I have discovered a clever way to get around this today. As usual, it is not difficult to sniff out the drugs and I have spat them out onto the kitchen floor. Without anyone noticing, I have conveniently placed my paw over them and continued eating my dinner. Ma thought I have finished everything and was happy until she noticed something blue sticking out of my paw. (Damn, my family have very sharp eyes!) She lifted it up and discovered what I did. I thought I was way too clever for them but then, I wish they weren’t so observant.

Oh ya, it is the lunar new year. I heard my good friend is here in Singapore. I might see him tomorrow because loads of my favourite people are coming and boy I am going to have loads of fun!!

good grief! what happened to my fur?

everyone is cleaning their homes, even the neighbours… must be the results from my test. or maybe it’s that mad rush to do clean, shop for food dress nice, get more treats time of the year.

i received my treat already! betaorix bought a box of durian puffs, my favourite! grandma used to share that with me secretly. but now she is gone, hope she has lots of such delicious cakes and such wherever she is.

i am slowly getting over my hideous loss of fur. thanks to the vet! he shaved a BIG patch off the left side of my chest! and injected me with all sorts of allergens.

bet he was shocked i still managed to attempt an escape after a shot of sedative. but now everyone knows that he had to give me another dose to knock me out. YEAH!!! me strong!!!

at least i dont look as miserable now!

Urghhh.. allergies!

i missed the feb hash due to a severe allergy attack. my face was totally red from scratching, and i didnt get any sleep. thinking it was an outing, i was tricked and brought to the vet.

the bald spots on my thighs from my biting looked unappealing, but i didnt think i needed to be in a place that reminded me of my “oh-so-unforgettable” operation. the worse part, i was sent there again a few days later so a skin specialist could take a look at me.

so what brought on the attack? who knows… frankly i am not really bothered except the horrible smelly ointment zeomy’s mom puts on me, and betaorix holding my legs together to stop me from scratching.

possible food culprits:

– the woofies i love so much, which peanut butter and oats are the suspects

– the chicken thighs and wings that people who left all over my morning walk route.

– the new can of food zeomy’s pa decided i should try

well… i was at the vet again this morning for an intradermal test. again i was tricked into thinking that we were going out for a walk. yah… a walk into our van that took me to that dreaded place again.

i was sedated and left in the care of the vet while betaorix waited outside. she ignored my desperate cries for help as the doctor tried to administer the test. i nearly escaped, but only managed to knock over some things, creating a mega din. then everything went black.

in my grogginess, i saw betaorix walking to get me. i could hardly close my mouth, let alone walk. everything was still a blur, as i tried to jump into the van, only to bang my head against something. stupid van!

tired… sleepy still… ohhh… food… mmm… zzzzz…

new tricks

I may be 6, there are lots of things other dogs do that i dont. swimming and leaping over obstacles are among them. though i may have swam a few time months ago at the beach, it is still new for me and quite unpleasant.

that aside, my lovely human companions decided i should learn leaping over obstacles, to prepare for future hashs. thanks to the luggages at home, i can now clear a modest height of 60cm :p