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.