Showing posts with label furkids. Show all posts
Showing posts with label furkids. Show all posts

Saturday, October 03, 2009

2 crazy people
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Roccio
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some time to kill
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leftover fleece
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a bunch of threads
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occasional outburst of cuss words
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Christmas already? (by yours truly)
Where's my gift???

Don't I look rugged in this piece of something? (by MoofMoof)
Alright, I'm ready to roll! (I laughed at his work but I gotta admit it looks pretty cool on Roccio)

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Yeap, I haven't showered Roccio in 3 weeks and he's a walking stinky poo poo. But he's still very adorable nonetheless.


Does this look like a disgusted face? No? Oh whatever!

You know what's weird? We are so used to his stinky-ness we actually love it! O_o And we sometimes don't shower him on purpose so we can all smokey that lil stinky poo poo. That just goes to show we are one crazy household, particularly me and MoofMoof.


This is what my stinky poo poo would do for his treat

Monday, April 27, 2009

-| He's all prepped |-

Flowers are in full bloom and the sun does not shy away as often. The time has come to prep Roccio for all the funs! Roccio is my other mysterious creature. Why? Well he's a male dog and he's weird, so without a doubt he aced his way into the category. Except for being male and he loves me, he shares no other similar traits with my husband other mysterious creature. However, he possesses a fair share amount of bizarreness. 

He is typically a well-behaved little furball. He listens to my commands. He perfoms whatever tricks he learned when I ask him to only if there's food and he pottied at the designated area whenever the needs arise. The whole picture transforms into a horror movie as soon as I leave the house. The goodie little furball morphs into Grimy The Devil! I usually comes home to a pile of poop by the door and pee stain somewhere around. That's his way of punishing me for leaving him alone. Rather mean for a small little dog huh? 

I don't blame him. I blame myself for having to leave him (of course in the care of my family) to go abroad for work, training and various reasons. Although he was well taken care of, that did not stop the development of separation anxiety in him as I, the pack leader was not around. Thus he feels lost and anxious whenever I am not with him. Currently we are still working together on his recovery. We do obedient exercises especially sit & stay plus crate training. We also go for long walks in the park or on the beach. He comes home tired, happier, calmer and more ready to be by himself if I leave the house. His improvement is very encouraging and I hope he'll soon regain his calm and confident self.

This is the best before picture I can find

After

Friday, May 16, 2008

This post is specially dedicated to Mangkuk because it's Mangkuk's much loved topic of all time. It is bound to surface in each and every conversation you have with her. Big Fat Witch will definitely agree with me. Don't you?

Was writing a post for my blog (the one i posted up before this) when suddenly I heard mom shouting from outside my room:

"OMG! OMG! Roccio is running like mad, fleeing for life! Come look at this! Hurry up everyone come look! This is so unusual! OMG!"

Panicked, afraid that something bad has happened to Roccio, I dropped everything at hand and ran out of my room to see what was all the commotion about.

As soon as I reached the crime scene, guess what I saw?

For those faint-hearted please read no further.

For those who can barely take a second helping of your food at the mere mention of maggots, lizards, roaches and the likes please venture no further.

But for those of you who thinks you're brave enough to challenge your guts, be my guest
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(first thing that came to my mind when I saw this ~ "I need my camera" *ewwwww* Mom said "Drop it will ya, you're one disgusting idiot!" Muahaha I guess I am and a very sick one too)

(2nd thing that came to my mind ~ "Only the thang in the pic isn't gonna prove anything. Hmmm...so maybe a bowl will do" *grabs the nearest bowl I can get and snap snap snap*)

(My lil bro, Dorky says "I think a ruler would be better. At least it's measurable". For the first time in my life, I said "Damn, you're smart after all!" *grabs a ruler, place it there and snaps the picture happily, beaming with pride thinking it's the accomplishment of the day!*)

What a piece of shyt huh? But still I bet it's not long enough to beat someone else's piece of shyt (you know who you are when you see this)

Okay, I admit this post is disgusting but heck that's what you get when a person is jobless and has too much time at hands.

 
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