Tuesday, December 29, 2009

New Year

New year is so so so near....
in about 2 days.....

and i wonder what would my owner's plannings be....

me are my wishes for year 2010
1. To go to park whenever ma owners are free
2. more toys please
3. more treats
4. more friends to play around with
5. more activities to be held by poodleclub (www.mypoodleclub.com) so that i can meet more and more new friends.....
6. (shall add more before 2010)


i guess i shall upload more pics of me then me blogging here....

to be updated soon with pics...

Thursday, December 24, 2009

MERRY CHRISTMAS

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL MA POODLE FRIENDS AROUND THE WORLD AS WELL AS TO THEIR OWNERS!!!


PLEASE TAKE GOOD CARE OF MA POODLE FRIENDS!!!! I SAY THANK YOU ON BEHALF OF THEM.....

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Christmas Gifts..... and how i look in Christmas Clothes

This is what ma humans got for me today as Christmas gifts.....
ooopppsssss...... there a cake RM10 for 3 slices.....
but pictures were not taken......


A toy which i can bite and fetch when they throw
as there is this bell inside(I like to play fetch)


Raw dehydrate....
food i could eat when i'm a rush to go out with ma owners....
it tastes nice....


Christmas biscuits....


Christmas Skirt....


This is how i look like with a skirt on.....


My Christmas Baju....


and a scarf from Aunt Reis...
TQ....



Tomorrow I'll be having a photo shoot session with Milo, Coco, Xue Theu and Boy Boy
hope everything moves smoothly....

shall post the pictures as soon as i get it....

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Celebration

Yesterday I had a good good day.....
Morning I was sent for grooming at Taman Desa...
ma owners waited for my grooming to end and that was around 3.45pm....

Then they rushed back and left me at home and went to temple for a prayers.....
barked very loud begging them to come back but i too know it's useless as temple does not allow me in if not ma owners would have brought me too....

Around 8 pm something they came back....
then they changed clothes, was wondering where are they going.....
lucky this time they brought me along.....

1st we went to Boat House at Taman Tun Dr Ismail for dinner
it was ma owner's mum's birthday.....
i meet a few friends there...Bun Bun and JoJo....


After having dinner ......
my owner's family said the night was still young....
and guess what????
they went for second round....
nasi lemak at paramount PJ
and I tagged along the whole night and had good food too.....

Was too tired for the day went home and slept like a pig......

singing off..........

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Happy holidays

I'm so happy ma 2 owners have finished taking their exam....
meaning..........
meaning........
meaning they have time for me...........

I will have good food that's for sure......
though i'm already having good food but.....
i wan better food.....
as in turkey meat,
goat meat,
pork meat,
of cause no beef, my parents are not allow to eat beef so that goes for me too.....
I'm a praying dog......so NO BEEF


ok will post up more pictures.........

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Pics of my recent days

I'm in Christmas mood..
thanks to aunt Reis for the scarf



nice pic of me alone



My friends and me having fun



Blek....im havng a good time



huh why are you saying?????



See how i pose.....



Shy me

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Days at home

I have nothing special at the moment and this is what happens at home or what i do

Actually I am anxiously waiting for 24th October 2009 as we are going to have a pool party: for more information visit www.mypoodleclub.com


I like going for rides



I have skirt now to wear


because i liked to disturb my humans
when they open their fridge so i was punished....


Me liked to be carried the baby style


I love my house sofa



Likes lying down beside my sofa


see how long am I?



Desa Park City


I'm like a soft toy


Can I have a sip of Coke please



This is how I look from inside, when i know
someone is back (when they open the house gate)



Waiting for them to come in
(this is how i look from inside)


See how excited I am?!


nothing to play with so i went into
my carriage hoping my humans will bring me out

Broga Hill

I went to broga hill with many many friends but i did not climb the hill because i had some feelings that my owner wasn't feeling well....

I resisted to climbing and they carried me up until my owner was really felling ill so we decided to go down

some pictures we took there


We are having fun on uncle sean's storm....


Group photo of hooomans and us


See me and my friends....
spot which is me?
(im behind miki the schnauzer)


Aunty Chris and us



Me and my friend Miki


oooppppssss where am I?


I'm a good poser



me again!


In the morning, waiting for all my friends to
arrive petrol station before we make a move

1st Swim

1 afternoon m owners brought back this big big swimming pool that can accommodate 20 adults for me to use for swimming.

They used almost 2 hours to pump in air and fill in water where i can wet my leg. I think if filled the whole pool need 1 day.

I enjoyed the session, i shall let the videos and picture talk further.....

while filling the water


poor me in the big pool


fluffy me


fatty me



See the wet me.... i legs looks fluffy in water


trying to walk in the pool


my owner thought of joining me but poor him,
the water to shallow for him


See my toys? they add some in so
that i wont feel bored


Me trying to run out without any1 noticing me
see how thin am I?
all the hooomans always say I'm fat :-(



video

Me scared of the box moving on the water
video

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Poodle Club

Yeeeahhhhh.......

At last i found out a poodle club after longing for 1.....

come join in and make our club a special club...

there is a forum build for us to know each other and mix around before any gathering in organised

and the forum add is as below.....

come meet me ans my friend there

www.mypoodleclub.com


hope to see ya soon there!!!!!

signing off.......... buh bye

Sunday, July 5, 2009

A PUPPY MILL PUPPY'S STORY

I don't remember much of the place where I was born. It was cramped and dark, and we were never played with by the Humans. I remember Mom and her soft fur, but she was often sick, and very thin. She had hardly any milk for me and my brothers and sisters. I remember many of them dying, and I missed them so.

I remember the day I was taken from Mom. I was so sad and scared, my milk teeth had only just come in, and I really should have been with Mom still, but she was so sick, and the Humans kept saying that they wanted their money and were sick of the "mess" that me and my sister made.

So we were crated up and taken to a strange place. Just the two of us. We huddled together and were scared, still no Human hands came to pet or love us. So many sights and sounds and smells! We are in a store where there are many different animals! Some that squawk! Some that meow! Some that peep! My sister and I are jammed into a small cage. I hear other puppies here. I see Humans look at me through the glass. I like the "little humans", the kids. They look so sweet, and fun, like they would play with me! All day we stay in the small cage, sometimes mean people will hit the glass and frighten us, every once in a while we are taken out to be held or shown to humans. Some are gentle, some hurt us, we always hear "Aw they are so cute! I want one!" but we never get to go with any of them.

My sister died last night, when the store was dark. I lay my head on her soft fur and felt the life leave her small thin body. I had heard them say she was sick, and that I should be sold at a "discount price" so that I would quickly leave the store. I think my soft whine was the only one that mourned for her as her body was taken out of the cage in the morning and dumped.

Today, a family came and bought me! Oh happy day! They are a nice family, they really, really wanted me! They had bought a dish and food and the little girl held me so tenderly in her arms. I love her so much! The mom and dad say what a sweet and good puppy I am! I am named Angel. I love to lick my new Humans! The family takes such good care of me, they are loving and tender and sweet. They gently teach me right and wrong, give me good food, and lots of love! I want only to please these wonderful people! I love the little girl and I enjoy running and playing with her.

Today I went to the veterinarian. It was a strange place and I was frightened. I got some shots, but my best friend the little girl held me softly and said it would be okay. So I relaxed. The vet must have said sad words to my beloved family, because they looked awfully sad. I heard Severe Hip Dysplasia, and something about my heart... I heard the vet say something about back yard breeders and my parents not being tested. I know not what any of that means, just that it hurts me to see my family so sad. But they still love me, and I still love them very much!

I am six months old now. Where most other puppies are robust and rowdy, it hurts me terribly just to move. The pain never lets up. It hurts to run and play with my beloved little girl, and I find it hard to breathe. I keep trying my best to be the strong pup I know I am supposed to be, but it is so hard. It breaks my heart to see the little girl so sad, and to hear the Mom and Dad talk about it might now be "the time." Several times I have went to that veterinarians place, and the news is never good. Always talk about Congenital Problems. I just want to feel the warm sunshine and run, and play and nuzzle with my family.

Last night was the worst. Pain has been my constant companion now, it hurts even to get up and get a drink. I try to get up but can only whine in pain. I am taken in the car one last time. Everyone is so sad, and I don't know why. Have I been bad? I try to be good and loving-what have I done wrong? Oh if only this pain would be gone! If only I could soothe the tears of the little girl. I reach out my muzzle to lick her hand, but can only whine in pain.

The veterinarian’s table is so cold. I am so frightened. The Humans all hug and love me.They cry into my soft fur. I can feel their love and sadness. I manage to lick softly their hands. Even the vet doesn't seem so scary today. He is gentle and I sense some kind of relief for my pain. The little girl holds me softly and I thank her, for giving me all her love. I feel a soft pinch in my foreleg. The pain is beginning to lift, I am beginning to feel a peace descend upon me. I can now softly lick her hand.

My vision is becoming dreamlike now, and I see my Mother and my brothers and sisters, in a far off green place. They tell me there is no pain there, only peace and happiness. I tell the family goodbye in the only way I know how-a soft wag of my tail and a nuzzle of my nose. I had hoped to spend many, many moons with them, but it was not meant to be. "You see," said the veterinarian, "Pet shop puppies do not come from ethical breeders." The pain ends now, and I know it will be many years until I see my beloved family again. If only things could have been different.

(This story may be published or reprinted in the hopes that it will stop unethical breeders and those who breed only for money and not for the betterment of the breed)

Copyright 1999 J. Ellis

A touching poem..

A Shelter Dogs Poem

Once upon a time, you see,
There was this little pup
For reasons unbeknownst to me,
His family gave him up

Maybe it was chewing
Everything that he could find
Maybe they were busy and
Just didn't have the time

They took him to the shelter
And they just left him there
Outside, alone, in the cage
Shivering and scared

Even though they knew inside
If he went through those doors
He may never have the chance
To find a home like yours

He sat there crying silently
Wondering what he did
That was so bad that they just
Had to leave him like they did

However fate was smiling
On that little pup that day
Because a lady saw him
And she whisked him right away

He got a second chance at life
That others may have not
And now he's in a loving home
With everything he wants

Every day he gets that love
That he was looking for
And silently is thankful for when
She walked through that door

Others may not have this chance
So open up your heart
And adopt a shelter dog to take
And give a brand new start

Thanks for sharing your poem with us Angel.

Again,post it up in ur bloggie if u wan to..

A letter from a dog – "How Could You?"

by Jim Willis

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh.

You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask, "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.

We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.

She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate.

Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said, "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. T hey understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar, as he screamed, "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.

You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked, "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.

I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured, "How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said, "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her.

It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.


A Note from the Author:

If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as You read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American & Canadian animal shelters.

1st Barkday Party

Im so Happy...
noe wat?
i had my hand print on my cake,hehe...
but my owner was so angry.....
cz she said the nice cake was damaged by me....


See properly u cn see a hole under my name....
im proud i had my signature thr....


See all the food?
that all for us.....
all hand made ma owners...
we had apple pie, chicken pie, cookies with cheese,
cookies with kibbles, cookies with cranberries, and cheese stick....


Fatty me


See the white poodle 'Boy Boy'....
he so small in size and he is humping another
male poodle 'shampoo' a which is 3/4 times his size...
so daring...lucky shampoo just let him do whatever he
wanted and not attack him


yukkssss......the hat make me look so funny...


ayo i already said i dun like the hat....
i wun let u all take any pics till u take hat off from my head....


see that hand?
i almost got WHACKED on my birthday for trying to 'curi makan'


see im a good poser...
i was like a superstar....
so many camera's light was on me....


see all my frens?
erm thr's human's thr rite???
too bad all my frens wouldn't sit still so had to ask all of them for help....
just to carry all to take a group pic
let's see whether i can name them all....

From left to right.....
Lexus the red poodle, thr fierce Sushi, Milo the apricot poodle, Blossom the red poodle, Jasmine the white poodle, Shampoo the black poodle, Honeybee the red poodle, Brandy the red and shy poodle, Obama the black brown poodle, Bebe and Belle the Yorkshiere.
In front left to right...
Hershey the brown poodle, ME, Boy Boy the white poodle