Sleeping Red

I just want to share these photos for this week’s Photo Hunt before going to bed.

First is of my dog, Red. I caught him sleeping soundly again, with his head resting on the front wheel of yobo’s bicycle, oblivious to the hustle and bustle around him.

Sleep tight, little one.
Sleep tight, little one.

He is already nine months old and is a carbon copy of his father, Joe. I sometimes mistake him as Joe. Red can be demanding at times – demanding a scratch, demanding play but he also knows what NO means. I hope he won’t have any serious illness just like what Max and Joe had when they were puppies. Veterinary treatment and care in Cambodia is expensive and antibiotics like posatex otic are not readily available. Keeping a pet (in our case, pets) is a big responsibility and we want to provide our dogs the best care and happy environment as much as we can.

The second is a photo of motorbikes. Yobo (da husband) and I went window-shopping for motobikes along Sihanouk Boulevard. There were so many – new ones, secondhand ones. Big bikes, small bikes; big wheels, small wheels. Name it, you’ll find it there. Not a fan of motorbikes myself but my husband is.

A long stretch of motorbike shops can be found  in Sihanouk Boulevard.
A long stretch of motorbike shops can be found in Sihanouk Boulevard.

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Signs, signs: Hiding

Did you see my dog?

Pet Humour Red Dog
Someone didn’t want to be seen.

This was months ago and my dog, Red, was just over two months old.
I was looking for him as I realised it had been quiet so suddenly in the veranda where I let him play. I called him; no Red. I kept on calling him. Over and over. Till I found him here. Called him again but he just wouldn’t budge. I guess someone didn’t want me to find him. Oh well.

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Hello, September!

September rrrrrolls in and my dogs are like "ho-humm".
September rrrrrolls in and my dogs are not thrilled. Ho-humm.

I can hardly believe it is September already. This year surely flies so fast. I remember when I was younger, my mum used to say “wait till you get to my age, time will fly”. Indeed, it has. Now I’m not sure if this is because we are always busy doing something round-the-clock or, as my Grandma feared, time is really running faster than ever. I don’t know, really.

On the upside though is that I’m back on the web. How awesome it would be if, with me now owning my time, I could update my blog, make lots of crafts and bake cookies and cupcakes, but these didn’t happen as well, haha. Instead, I’m catching up on books and watching TV series online. My inner geek has come out, I realised! I just finished the first season of Penny Dreadful, and the first three seasons of American Horror Story. I’m so hooked and I can’t wait for the coming season 4 of American Horror Story. So who isn’t? With lots of new characters and twisted plots in the works, I could not stop thinking about it! There are also other series that I started watching like Grimm, The Strain, Sherlock, Vikings, among others. Too many, so little time! I also finished 2 seasons of Game of Thrones but decided to discontinue watching because I want to read G.R.R.Martin’s series of books (A Song of Ice and Fire) first before proceeding to the following GOT seasons. So I’m on the lookout for that one, a secondhand copy would be nice.

Anyways, I’m babbling once again so please excuse. It’s been a nice day so far today and very nice to put up a post again. Till next.

What dogs do when their human is not around…

I should be posting this to my pet blog but whaddaheck – this is too funny not to be shared here.
Made my day, really. You have to see this YouTube video to believe… Actually, there is nothing scary about this video – unless you are the pillow! *lol*

Dimly lit bedroom + water-bed+Marvin Gaye background music=Paranormal Dogtivity

What do you expect? That the dog is claiming the pillow for himself? *lol*
I’m still haunted by the memory of my Joe leaving a mound of his you-know-what in our guest-room, then occupied by our guests Isi and Zaida. But that’s a different story. I’m so glad we don’t own a water-bed and we don’t allow Max and Joe on our  bed. It’s a no-zone for them, a restriction they have learned to obey, otherwise, I’d be forever plagued with the urge to change bed-sheets and pillow cases.