We're back!

Grrr, I can't believe how many times I've said that. In case my blogging buddies missed me, here's a proof that I did not hibernate to Siberia ( where Mr. Googles said I could escape to because my tail is about to combust- it is so hot these days).

I had been supervising the construction of our doggy pad ( well, I was feeling generous and allowed the Secretary to break-open my piggy bank so the roof of our Mimosa house was also repaired).

Our pad was built in the front yard, right outside the peeps dining room to ensure that I still get to smell all the yummy food even if the Animal Doctor kicked us out of the kitchen ( for a minor infraction of pooping and peeing all over the place everyday??? ). The flooring consist of ceramic tiles and the roofing consist of insulation foam tucked underneath galvanized iron sheets.

The entire ground in our front yard was originally topped with ceramic tiles, but the Secretary had to ask the Builder to remove the tiles in one area because I kept slipping from my own pee on the floor. Opps, I wasnt supposed to say that. Anyway, we are all happy with the concrete floor, especially the Secretary who said, "Yay, now I don't have to clean it every thirty minutes!"

Here we are enjoying a lazy sunday afternoon.

My sister Trudis who is a real princess in her previous life- maybe- refuses to lie down in the hard but refreshingly cold floor.

Inside the kitchen, our sister Scarlet is trying to look cute so the Secretary will take her out to play bitey face with us.

While our half sister Pussy O' Wossy could not care less.

We miss our friends, especially Charlie, our friend from Mandaluyong, who said he misses the Secretary. The Secretary had been reading your blogs but kept the smiles and giggles all to herself.

Happy Birthday, Moy-Moy!

I saw the Secretary carrying the biggest and juiciest bone I have ever seen in my whole life. To whom will she give this?? I demand to know!

Then I saw her cook these chunky meats. Whoa- wait a minute, are we celebrating something??

HUWAAAT???

OHMYDOG!!

Its my birthday??!!
(The Secretary's Note: Moy's gotcha day was last November 9 and we celebrated it last night.)

And you say I got a gift from my beloved hooman girl friend??

Thank you Manang!

I wish everyday is my birthday!

I dedicate this post to Aki's Manang, my girlfriend;
and to
Lorenza, who guessed that it was my birthday even before I knew it!

Moy's Favorite Things

Aki ( who is sort of like my brother-in-law since his Manang is my online girlfriend) gave me a letter "B". This is a tagging game where I'm supposed to list my favorite things that start with the given letter. Okay, here goes.

Being a Boy

No offense to my gal pals Lorenza, Poopie, Shelly, Addie, Shantee and my sister Trudis, but being a boy is more fun, in my opinion. So someone took my boy bits out ( Sherwin, I forgive you for laughing at me) but that does not make me less of a boy. I am tough and macho and can be really ferocious especially when someone messes up with my tail.

Bitey Face
Oh, yeah, this is really fun!

Balut

This yummy delicacy contains an almost developed baby duck or chicken inside. I am sorry if my eating this upset some people.

Bones
I just luv, luv, luv the real ones.

Brekkie

This is what I look forward every morning. I get so excited that I have to supervise the Assistant as he prepares my breakfast.

Books
I found a quicker way to digest my bed time stories.

Biscuits
Well, my face says it all.

My first ever Buddy Marshall

I have a lot of buddies, but Marshall is the first friend that I ever had while growing up. He taught me all the rules in being a boy and I thank him for it. I miss my best bud, we rarely see each other these days because he is not internet savvy like me.

How I Keep My Teefies Clean

Hiya guys! I feel like blogging today on account of my Cebuana fan, (Aki, can you be my girlfriend?) who dropped a message in our Cbox. She is asking about the oral care products I use. Umm.. err.. Aki, will you not want to kiss me anymore if I tell you that I don't brush my teefies?

My Uncle Dexter is 9 years old and lives with the Secretary's family in Iloilo City.

I don't get that yellow stuff sticking in my uncle Dexter's teefies because I am just a young dog maybe?

So the Animal Doctor tells me to munch on Iam's Small Biscuits. The package promises that the biscuits will "help clean" my teefies and "freshen my breath". These bone shaped goodies sure keep me from getting bored but I have no way of sniffing my own mouth.

These pretend bones are made of rawhide and are edible. Constant chewing and gnawing is supposed to scrape the yellow thingamajig off the teeth but the Animal Doctor warns hoomans: there is a danger of your pets choking from these rawhides! If you must give these to your pets, be sure that you are familiar with their chewing habits, alway supervise them and be sure to throw away the bone when only a small part remains for your dog to chew.

Right now, the Secretary is using C.E.T Enzymatic Toothpaste for her senior dogs in Iloilo City. ( I told you the oldies are the ones with the bad teefies). Everynight, the dogs' nanny would brush their teefies with it. So far, so good. I mean, the yellow thingamajigs are fading a bit, but not completely gone. The Secretary is not ecstatic, but given the alternatives out there in the market ( the colored rawhides caused Deedee's liver enzymes to shoot up while real bones give the oldies tummy upset) she'd rather stick with the doggy toothpaste.


This is from the Secretary's wish list:

Petzlife Oral Care Spray and Petzlife Oral Care Gel

Has any dog or kitty used this? The Secretary is not sure if Petzlife is available for sale in my country. The nearest shop to buy it from is in a place called Singapaw or Hongkong.

Aki, maybe you asked about my teefies not because you were interested for Moy-Moy's kisses, but because you worry about your own dog's teefies maybe? The Animal Doctor says you are right in being worried! The yellow thingamajigs are full of bad stuff that can make your doggy sick. But I still want you to be my girlfriend, Sweepy has a hooman girlfriend, alrighty?

( the Animal Doctor's note: the dental plaque has gram positive bacteria that may enter through the lesions in the gums and damaged the heart and kidneys).

The Return of the Come Back Prince

Hiya guys! Did any dog or kitty miss Moy-Moy???? Moy-Moy who? Oh come on now. My online buddy Sherwin ( who is a human) surely did! Yesterday he left a message for me in our C-Box, and so even if today is not a Monday ( and you know what Mondays are for, right?) I am blogging in honor of the only(pout) person in the whole wide world who missed Moy-Moy.

This photo taken from our surveillance camera is so tiny but if you can see my famous tail, you are not mistaken- Its me, peering through our perimeter fence, checking for nefarious elements who will dare cross our borders and tresspass into our territory. They ( they know who they are!) steal our food and leave awful smelling poop in our play ground. Grrr.

I am a very busy guy these days, but if anybody else miss me, please leave a message in our C-box. It will be automatically forwarded to my pager. Im out!

I, Trudis

Don't I, Trudis, look scary in this photo? Hihihi, don't be afraid now Sweepy. The Animal Doctor is very smart and told me about tapetum lucidum, which is a layer of tissue in my inner eye that reflects back visible light. This is the reason why my eyes appeared to glow when the Secretary took my picture with the flash on.

Now, Sweepy, remember that humans do not have tapetum lucidum. If you see any of your keepers' eyes glow, better hide under your house!

Moy-Moy goes to school

Hiya guys! I have been neglecting my blog duties lately, even Aki Mistui from Cebu, Philippines noticed. Its not because the Animal Doctor had ran out of biscuits ( I don't blog for biscuits, thank you), but because I have been going to school!

Yep, my professor had some time to conduct a Basic Obedience and Agility Training class here in Greenwoods Executive Village every Saturday at 7 o'clock in the morning. The Secretary brings me to class, along with my water jug and my treats.

I watch as my classmates perform.

There is this dog in our class who just couldn't stay still and stop barking. Err, was that me?

Well, cross my paws that I learn to sit, stay and do other things on command after eight weeks!

I present to you, my tail

Don't you doggies wish your tail was as hot as mine? See how it leans handsomely to to the right? I tag Shantee and Mucci to show off their tails!

Moy-Moy's Tail of Mystery

I did not see IT coming. It was just one of those late afternoon when the Assistant and I would go for a walk and have our man to man talk when, all of a sudden, without any warning, IT attacked!

IT- some kind of monster maybe- lives at the base of my tail and teases me, "Moy-Moy has no willy, Moy-Moy has no willy" over and over again. Grrrrr! Frankly, its not so much what the monster ( if it really is a monster) is saying that ticks me off, rather its the sound it makes, like a gazillion gnats singing their national anthem in unison inside my ear. So before I know it, I am already chasing after my tail like an idiot. People who have seen me this afternoon may think just that without hearing my explanation.

The Secretary thinks I need a dog whisperer-- what is that?

In case you've forgotten how handsome I am

Today, I am one sorry Moy-Moy for causing some dogs and kitties- and possibly some humans?- to miss me last week. I got tired from doing all the work here in our clinic so when the Secretary came back, I decided to take a break. Perfect, because Jappy, the Secretary's friend came over to spend summer with us! Jappy and I spent every minute of the day playing.

Oopps...

He started it!


Then we had a game called "bitey face",


But after a few rounds, the Animal Doctor had to whisk Jappy away.

Jappy is like four or five years old and I am not even six months? Maybe I should prescribe a double dose of Moy-Moy energy to this dude.

While Jappy catches his breath, I will tell you his story. He lives- or used to be tied to a post- a few blocks from the Secretary's old apartment. Jappy was a cranky canine way back in 2005. He would bark angrily at the Secretary who greets him on her way to work every morning. But the Secretary did not give up and thought food would mellow him a bit. For months, she would leave a plate of steaming boiled rice and ground beef for Jappy but all these yummy stuff did not make him less of a crab.

Then one day, the Secretary bought some bacon flavored treats and offered them to Jappy by hand- and guess what?- the dude gingerly took it in his mouth! He was actually careful not to bite the Secretary! So that's how their friendship started- over a piece of pretend bacon. The Secretary got bolder and asked Jappy's owner if she could take him for walks ( this is the part where I get jealous because she does not even bother to take me out for walks!).

Jappy must have finally admitted to himself how he enjoyed the treats and walkies because he started acting like a lovestruck adolescent whenever the Secretary would pass by or pick him up for walks. Just the sound of the Secretary's voice would detonate his tail into a wag bomb and his joyous yapping was just too much for the neighbors. That's how Jappy loves the Secretary who by then developed anxiety attacks whenever it rained because she would think of Jappy tied to a post, shivering in the cold and possibly catching pneumonia. Thankfully, after losing innumerable umbrellas and towels, the Secretary was able to convince Jappy's owners to let him stay indoors.

The Secretary now lives with the Animal Doctor, but did not forget about Jappy. She sends him presents and picks him up from time to time to spend vacations with us. Cool. I like playing with Jappy, which I say because other than my tail and my pipsqueak sister Pussy, there's not much to choose from.

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The Secretary woke me from my late afternoon siesta yesterday to introduce me to our client who happens to be some kind of celebrity in the field of dog training. He has a group who advocates clicker training, wherein "a dog is trained by marking (click) a desired behavior and reinforcing it with food, toy, threats, petting or anything that the dog likes". The group believes that there is no better trainor than the owner himself; the training sessions actually involve teaching humans the principles and methodology of positive reinforcement which they will use in training their dog for anything, be it basic obedience or fancy skills.

Moy-Moy subs for the Secretary

Hiya guys! Can you see that I am a busy Moy-Moy? The Secretary went to some place that is at the tip of my tongue- but never mind- so the Animal Doctor asked me to sit behind the counter today. I was told to bark once when someone needs to buy anything from our shop, and twice when some dog or kitty comes in looking for the Animal Doctor.

For a biscuit an hour, I think I am doing my job very well and should be voted model employee of the month! But have you heard about that proverb, "All work and no play makes Moy-Moy a dull dog"? Plus I'm really way behind my training as patrol dog. The Secretary better come back soon and do her job!

Moy-Moy Plays Soldier

Ever since the Secretary told me about that English prince who is in Arfghanistan serving the army, I have become a very serious Moy-Moy wanting to quit my silly-puppy days and be a real dog, like one of those kick ass, bomb sniffing K-9 I see in the news, you know what I mean?

Someone took me out for a walk early this morning so I decided to start my self-training.

I am surveying the parameter, sniffing the air to determine if an enemy may have infiltrated our immediate surrounding last night.

Hmm, someone is cooking a very nice breakfast.

Okay, I've cleared the perimeter. You can open the clinic now.

Time for me to eat breakfast, with my other eye on the look out of course, just like a real soldier.

Cross me and I will bite

Hiya guys. Today I am a very, very mean Moy-Moy because The Assistant ( I will bite him later) gave me a bath without asking me first.

And took my personal property without my permission!

Stealing a dog's hard grown personal property is a bad, bad thing and humans should go to prison for it! I feel that more than my nails were stolen from me except that I forgot what that other thing is.

I am warning everyone in this clinic: If and when I remember what else you took from me, heads will roll! Grrr!