scruffy

Twitter helped find missing dog

- Sheylara 4 Comments

I was planning to write about this but Nanny Wen just wrote such a great post about it that I’ve decided to link it.

The gist of it is that her dog Scruffy went missing.

Scruffy

After four worrying days of searching, both physically and through social media, Scruffy was finally found. And Twitter was the primary tool that helped.

Read the full story here.

I take a personal interest in this because Scruffy used to be the Goonfather’s dog. He then became my dog by default when I got together with the Goonfather.

Scruffy and the Goonfather

A few years back, we moved to a landed home near Nanny Wen and she would come hang out with us a lot. She would bring him home and take care of him during the times we were away. Or just for fun.

That was how she got her nick, Nanny Wen, by the way.

We realised that Scruffy was a lot happier with her. What happened was that Scruffy was miserable in our new home. We had a new parental rule dictating that he had to stay outside the house, in the garden, at all times.

Scruffy

Being an attention-seeking dog, he needs to be around people 24/7. Every night, from our bedroom, the Goonfather and I could hear Scruffy howling mournfully and my heart would break.

So we decided to let Scruffy stay with Nanny Wen for good. Her family also loved Scruffy, so it was a great solution. And since we lived so nearby, we could see him any time we wanted.

And then we moved house again but Scruffy stayed, so he officially became Nanny Wen’s dog and they lived happily ever after!

Scruffy and Nanny Wen

I’m so glad he’s found.

The chihuahua wannabe

- Sheylara 6 Comments

By the way, the Goonfather gave me a digital camera for my birthday (yay) so we all don’t have to put up with texty blogs and WoW screenshots anymore (yay).

Since I can take photos again, I will once again pepper this blog with endless photos of my favourite subject.

Me!

Kidding.

I meant Scruffy.

Scruffy got a haircut recently and now looks like an oversized chihuahua.

Hmmm. I just realised that I don’t have a picture of him without the bag because he looks cuter in the bag. He has this bewildered “what the heck” look which he does so well.

I think maybe he enjoys sitting in a bag under a table because he has feet to look at.  

Plenty of feet.

Plenty of EVIL feet!

And the evil person who put Scruffy in the bag is Nanny Wen, Scruffy’s new nanny.

Then again, considering that Nanny Wen put her bag at risk of being peed all over by Scruffy, just so she can take him out, probably makes her not so evil.

She doesn’t look evil, anyway. From the back, at the least.

And Scruffy seems to enjoy the ride very much, so we’ll give her the benefit of doubt for now.

And that’s all for today’s show and tell. Thank you for reading.

How to photograph hyperactive pets

- Sheylara 12 Comments

I just have to share this cute little kitten.

It’s not mine. I met it at a coffee shop where I was having dinner and it was so delightful I had to take pictures of it despite the darkness.

WILL YOU JUST LOOK AT THAT!

IS IT TOO CUTE FOR WORDS OR WHAT?!

I know it’s dark and my camera is lousy (no flash lah, I using night vision mode) but will you just look at the adorable anime melty eyes?

The kitten very obligingly posed for pictures while I snapped at it nonstop. It is so unlike Scruffy, who would charge at the camera like a crazed hyena every time I so much as point it in his direction, even when I’m, like, a hundred metres away.

He’s a very enthusiastic doggy.

Cutey Kitty got a little excited during the photoshoot and tried to climb up my seat. And there it remained, perched cutely on the edge of the chair, until I could get a good, clear shot. (Ok lah I know it’s not clear it’s blur but it’s night lah can.)

I wish I could take it home. But I’m afraid Scruffy would eat it.

Scruffy the Lunch Thief eats anything he can get his paws on. In fact, the only way you can take a photo of Scruffy without having your camera mugged is to distract him with food or, in fact, anything, because Scruffy thinks everything is food.

Alternatively, you can trick him by scratching his belly while taking his picture because he can’t multi-task, so he can either enjoy his belly rub or he can try to eat the camera, his choice.

Or you could put him on the Goonfather’s belly while the Goonfather is lounging on his bigass executive chair playing Spider Solitaire, and then attract his attention by talking about milk sticks, beef jerkies and chewy bones.

I meant attract Scruffy’s attention, of course, not the Goonfather’s.

Scruffy is trapped on the Goonfather’s belly and doesn’t dare jump off because he’s afraid of heights.

MUAHAHAHAHAHAAA.

So there you go. Stay tuned for more lessons on tricking your pet into posing for photographs, which could be some time in the next millennium because I have returned my i-mode phone to StarHub so I shall be cameraless until I strike Toto and have enough money to buy a new camera or until I land a digital camera endorsement and get a free camera (yeah dream on).

In parting, Scruffy says: “Cameras taste weird.”