The kind of dog I love — #4 Barks at nothing


Barks at nothing


Basil is a very curious, busybody dog. He loves looking out windows.

I think he fancies himself as an important alpha male guard dog who must protect his pack at all costs. So much as a squirrel hops into the next-door neighbour’s garden and Basil simple must bark out a 200-decibel warning.

Of course, you can’t see or hear everything he sees and hears, so it looks like he’s barking at nothing, which is really stupid when he deafens you in the process.




There he is in the photo, ever vigilant, looking out the car windscreen to make sure no danger lurks beyond.

Silly, sweet Basil!

My drumming ear plugs would come in really handy now, except I’ve left them in Singapore.

Oh, well.


Previous chapters:

#1 Won’t play fetch

#2 Jumps on your lap

#3 Follows you everywhere

The kind of dog I love — #3 Follows you everywhere


Jumps on your lap


On the whole, I do think it’s quite endearing when your pet follows you everywhere you go. It means they love being near you all the time, right?

Basil isn’t my pet; I’m just his occasional babysitter, so I’m probably just a novelty item for him.

But should I find it creepy when a big boy dog follows me into the bedroom and watches while I change, or follows me into the bathroom and watches while I take a bath?

Theoretically, no. Dogs aren’t perverts like human beings can be, right?

In reality, I can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking every time he watches me.

“Why does she always go to this giant box and change her skin?”

“Why does she walk around the kitchen making a lot of noise banging things around for an hour and I still don’t have new food in my bowl?

“Can she stop walking around the whole house for no reason already? I’m getting dizzy following her.”

In the eyes of simple creatures whose only wants are food, shelter, love and walks, our actions must seem very bizarre.

Like that time when I was doing selfies using the timer on my camera, and I was going back and forth setting the camera then posing, setting the camera then posing, Basil stood on one spot and stared at me quizzically the whole time.




Whenever we’re on the sofa together and a loud snort suddenly bursts out of my throat because I’ve just read something funny on my iPad, Basil will jump in fright and stare at me, his eyes huge as saucers.




Maybe it’s just me. I think I’m strange, compared to the average human being. So, what must dogs think of me?

What do you think? Does your pet think you’re weird. Do you think I’m weird? Do you think your pet is weird?

Let’s have a conversation going until the next episode! =)


Previous chapters:

#1 Won’t play fetch

#2 Jumps on your lap

The kind of dog I love — #2 Jumps on your lap

Second Basil comic!


Jumps on your lap


All Basil comics are based on 100% true events so this really did happen.

I was babysitting him and relaxing on the sofa, and he was quite happy to lie beside me.

That is, until I got my Macbook out and placed it on my lap.

He immediately decided that he simply must make himself comfortable on it.

Here’s a photo I took with my Macbook while he was still sitting on it. (Took a bit of doing taking that photo since he was blocking most of the screen and the keyboard.)


Basil sitting on my Macbook


I think today’s chapter illustrates how loving Basil is. Most dogs probably are, though. I mean, if you allow them to go on the sofa or hop into bed with you, they will always be there. I find that so endearing.

I love when dogs climb onto me and get comfy because it gives me a warm and tender feeling (except maybe when they’re sitting on the wrong “laptop”). But then they get too comfy and fall asleep and you’re kind of stuck there indefinitely, not having the heart to wake them.

Don’t you love (hate) when that happens?


Also see previous chapter:

#1 Won’t play fetch