Hi there, this is me again! The Blogger doggy. I am officially 25 weeks old today (I am born on a Friday – 7 Aug 2009 is my birthday).

To date, I have completed 7 lessons of my obedience classes and I am proud to say that I can heel, sit, down, stay and come at command (Mummy tells me I do that only about 80% of my time; the rest of the time I am either jumping up and down or daydreaming in class… hee hee).

I look forward to going school and meet all my buddies in class – I think Mummy says there is a great dane, a husky, 2 poodles, 1 westie and 1 portugeese water dog, 1 golden retriever and many others – who cares? They are all my good friends! We like to sniff each others’ (ahem backside) when we meet, and we’d see who can hold the longest stay in our class.

These days, the competition can be quite keen in school, you know? I suspect they may have private tuition! Or maybe they got some ten years’ series hiding in their mummys’ pockets somewhere! Woof… Woof…

And here is me! My photo is professionally taken by this chap who happens to be my teacher’s nephew, I heard. He used a very monstrous looking camera (Mummy says it’s Canon D series with super long lenses) to capture my cheeky moments. I like my legs crossed – it makes me look like I am walking like a very important person! Mummy even brought me for this new hair-cut before this photo-taking. Am I smug smug?

Daddy walking me above and making me lie down and stay. Somebody tells my Daddy that I look like a naughty dog! How can anyone judge dogs by their cover (Oops I mean appearance!). I am a good doggy, okay.

And there you are! My whole family picture. See my bee costume? All my classmates were admiring my costume when I wore it. I felt like a pampered little prince. The two yellow balls up there on my head are part of my crown… woof woof!

Mummy says she will make me a graduation gown and a tuxedo next. Hee hee. Can’t wait to parade myself in all my costumes. And yah, I got my shinning red cheongsam for CNY already. By the way, do you know what is a “Barbie doll”? Mummy was mumbling this to me when she was combing my hair last night. What does it mean? Me – Barbie doll?

Hi, it’s me – the blogging dog, Ah Bee, again. These are my milk teeth. They are dropping off one after another. Mummy says I am going to be an adult soon!

Ah Bee, with the promised Xmas Logcake from US Doggie Bakery. He is smiling so happily in my arms!

And Ah Bee looking a bit less enthusiastically in Daddy’s arms. Whose smile is more frozen – Daddy or Ah Bee?

And us.

Yo! It’s me again. The blogging dog – Ah Bee. I am happy and settled after coming to live with Daddy and Mummy for 9 whole weeks! I will be officially 22 weeks old this coming Friday and last week when Mummy weighed me, I was 4.8 kg. Mummy kept on saying, “You are so fat!”. Oh, am I really fat?

I’d tell you a secret – I think I am a bee who can fly! – Mummy made me say that… ahem… I haven’t seen any bee. What do they do? Where do they live?

Oh well, nevermind. Back to the bee business. One night, Mummy told me she would make me a bee costume! With wings! And I need to wear the costume to help her pose for some pictures. Daddy said he would pay for the fabric – which he never did! All Daddy did was to hold me still while Mummy took my measurements – ssshhhh, I cannot reveal to you what my vital statistics are! Mummy says its best I keep mum about it. Whatever that means… tee hee.

These are the materials needed to make my handsome bee costume. The velvety cloth costs only 6 dollars for a metre, and Mummy bought yellow and black.

Me! Excited as ever. Many folks, I heard, gawk when they know my name is “Ah Bee”. Why? Why? Isn’t Ah Bee such a sweet name? Honey Bee, Bumble Bee. Who says its some Hokkien name? I am not ah Kow, okay!

And Mummy hard at work at my costume. This funny little plastic machine is called “Brother”. Why can’t it be called “Sister” or “Mother”? Why must be “Brother”? Heh heh. I am a thinking dog, okay. Woof woof!

And the completed costume! Sprawled on my kitchen floor. Looks like some transformer costume, right? Mummy, please don’t make me wear this. I want to run away!!!

Mummy – I have thought you promise me I can fly? How come the wings are not flapping?

And get that funny hairband off my head! I look like some girl doggy. My girlfriends will laugh at me! *Swings head violently*.

On a serious note, I’m glad Daddy and Mummy bought and adopted me and gave me such a nice little home. I would never imagine how life would have been if no one spotted me in that little window at the pet shop. Maybe, I will end up with some family with naughty little kids who will pull my ears and drag my tail all day long. Or spend the rest of my life with an old madame who want my body to be her foot-rest or to match her rug. Or worst, I’d get sold to those breeders at the puppy mills to help them sire litter after litter – not that I mind, but I find those bitches very pathetic. Mummy cried so hard when she saw this Oprah Winfrey video on puppy mills. She said; “My Bee is the luckiest boy. He eats birds nest (Oops – did I?), sleeps on a good bed and has a huge collection of toys.”

I resolve to outlive Wally and Molly and make Mummy love me forever.

Background voice: What about Daddy?

Oh… that Scrooge is still under probation. Woof woof!
Time for my afternoon nap. Tee hee.