Thursday, 30 April 2015

Hanging Out With My Little Sister

A couple of weeks ago, the Missus took some photos of myself and my adorable little sister, Savannah. Here are some of the best pictures from our photoshoot.

Savannah had never been on one of the Missus’ demanding photograph sessions before and she didn’t know what to expect. She was looking to me for advice.

I told her to watch how I psyche myself up…

…and then snap into my ‘perfect’ pose.

Wow! She was very impressed at my modelling skills.

To make her comfortable, we started-off with a ‘holding hands (paws)’ shot. Unfortunately, neither of us were ‘at our best’…

…but at the second attempt, we were getting a little bit better.

As the Missus kept asking us to be more enthusiastic, Savannah really made an effort…

…and before long, she was fully ‘in the mood’

Savannah: “YAY! Homer!”

As usual, all of these posing exertions started to take their toll on me and I was soon yawning at the camera.

Little Savannah did her best to keep me awake, but once she knew I was nodding off…

She just snuggled-up to join me.

I love my little sister. I look forward many more photoshoots with her.


Tuesday, 31 March 2015

Homer's Health Update

Woof everyone.

Here’s a quick update on my health condition. For those of you who are not aware, a few weeks ago I suffered a fracture on my right fore leg and my left fore elbow was diagnosed as being inflamed. So, ever since then, I have been strapped up with a plaster cast and have been taking medication to reduce the inflammation.

Anyway, I was back at the vet a week ago and had my X-rays taken again. My fracture showed signs of improvement and I was given the ‘green light’ to have my cast removed. My joint inflammation had subsided but the vet still prescribed medication just to keep the condition in check.

However, I do have some unpleasant news to share on my health condition:

- Whilst having my X-ray taken, the vet noticed that my neck was not moving properly and suspected that I might be in pain.

- Even though I have had my cast removed, the X-ray results showed that there was some bone proliferation on the fracture itself.

- Lastly, my humans found another lump located on my inner right fore leg armpit. The vet took an aspirate and the results indicated a Mast Cell Tumour. In other words, my cancer is back.

We will be heading to Bangkok to speak to the neurologist on my neck condition; the orthopaedist on my fracture and the oncologist on my Mast Cell Tumour.

I am still eating well; my toilet habits are excellent and I am in good spirits. However, I am not allowed to partake in strenuous exercises and I can’t spring around like a gazelle for the time being.

Anyway, here’s a photo of me taken a few weeks ago before the plaster cast was removed. I told the staff that I preferred any colour other than pink. Fortunately, they gave me blue. What a relief.


Friday, 27 February 2015

Another Trip to the Vet.

Woof everyone. I hope you are all keeping well.

I know I keep bringing bad news to you and I hate to do that. Oh well. Here’s a little bit more.

Recently, my humans were noticing that my gait wasn’t quite ‘normal’. I used to walk like John Wayne, but something must have happened, resulted in me walking in a different way. The change wasn’t so alarming until the past couple of days when I started to limp badly. So, off I went for another trip to the veterinary.

Once there, I was given a thorough check-up and had some x-rays taken. The results showed that my right fore-leg had a fracture and my left fore-elbow was inflamed. We don’t know what caused the fracture but the vet said that the inflammation was due to “old age”. (“Excuse me? Who are you calling old?”)

Here are some photos of me at the vet’s seeking treatment.

Once she had diagnosed the problem, the doctor had to put a cast on my right fore-leg.

If you remember, I used to get pretty lady nurses to fuss around me on my previous visits to the vet. However, this time it was a bit different…

…I GOT A BOY NURSE! Where are all the pretty girls that used to tend to me? Urgh!

Oh well, I guess it doesn’t matter. I love girl nurses, boy nurses, girl dogs, boy dogs…whatever. In short, I’m a ‘try’sexual; I’ll try anything!

Anyway, back to the matter in hand (or paw). The vet soon had me bandaged like a mummy.

Once the plaster cast was finished, the pretty doctor cut a bit of an opening so that I would feel more comfortable.

Then, I got a shock. The finishing touch was in HOT PINK! Nooooooo…

As you know, pink is not my favourite colour. I have had a bad experience with it previously. You can find out more about it here.

While all of my administrations were going on, Dad was sitting in the background; sniggering at Yours Truly getting bandaged in pink.

But Dad’s really not that evil. Here he is, giving me nice strokies while I was getting treated.

Actually, I don’t look too bad in pink. What do you think?

So, my right fore-leg will now to be strapped up with a plaster cast for the next 2 to 3 weeks. Ho-hum! It’s not so bad. Anybody want to come and sign it?

Anyway, I was given some anti-inflammation medicine and I have to go back to the vet’s in a week’s time to change my dressing. I’ll let you all know once I’m fully recovered and springing around again.

Bye for now.


Friday, 30 January 2015

New Year, New Guest

I meant to blog about a few things some time ago but I have been so busy over the festive season that I completely forgot about it!

First of all, here’s another snapshot of the Christmas cards that I’ve received from many friends around the world. Some of them had lovely messages written inside. Thank you all very much. They are booti-ful and I love them all!

My collection of Christmas card 2014.

Secondly, can you remember my grandma from England? You know, she previously came to visit me in China, Holland and Italy?

Well, I recently told her that we had all moved to ‘PieLand’. Knowing that she loves her pies tremendously, I erm, kind of told her that we can get lots of pies here. She was ecstatic, of course, and guess what? She showed up at my front door the very next day! WOW!

She didn’t get any pies but she was thrilled to see Yours Truly and my baby sister, Savannah. ☺

Here’s a snapshot of the three of us together.

Myself, my little sister and my grandma.
Finally, I want to take this opportunity to wish everyone a fantastic 2015. I know we’re almost into February, well, it’s better to be late than never!


Sunday, 28 December 2014

Homer's Happy Christmas 2014

What a fantastic Christmas I had! I received a lot of presents (YAY!); got special treatment from my humans (YAY! YAY!); and ate loads of yummy food (MORE YAYS!).

But there’s one important guest without whom Christmas wouldn’t be the same. I had been really praying that he would show up. No folks, it’s not Santa. It’s someone even better… (drum roll please…)


Hang on. What if he decided not to show up this year? Wouldn’t it be a disaster for Yours truly?

I began to panic. I ran straight to the kitchen. To my relief, my fears were unfounded. The Turkey God had arrived after all!

Here he is, the Turkey God, sitting on the kitchen bench, looking grand and smug. This time he weighed in at an impressive 9KG (I mean impressive compared to last year, when he was only a scrawny 5KG!).

Regular readers will know that every year, without fail, I always worship the Turkey God alone. However, this year was an exception. I’ve recruited a new disciple – my baby sister, Savannah.

The Turkey God, Yours Truly and Little Savannah posing happily for the photographer.

As little Savannah was new to this ‘sacred’ ritual, I gave her a few instructions on what and how we must perform the rites.

Me barking instructions to my little sister.

Once we were ready, we closed our eyes and began to chant fervishly. The chanting got so intense that soon we were in a trance.

I was hoping that, this time around, with my little sister’s and my own combined forces, we could make the Turkey God fell from the bench. Alas, it was wishful thinking on my part. The Turkey God wouldn’t budge. He was too formidable.

Without warning, the Missus interrupted our ‘session’ by whisking the Turkey God away. While he was gone, I decided to take the opportunity to check out my Christmas presents.

Posing next to the Christmas tree, flooded with presents galore.

Here’s me with my presents. They were full of yummy treats!

And check-out all of the Christmas cards that I’ve received from my friends around the world! Thank you very much!

Suddenly, the heavenly aromas emitted by the Turkey God began to waft from the kitchen. Oh my Dog… He had risen!

There he was, displayed on the kitchen bench with his booti-ful tan. For some strange reason, I couldn’t resist licking my lips!

Here I am, waiting patiently for the mighty one to fall miraculously from the bench.

The waiting was too much for me and I soon fell fast asleep! Yikes!

By the time I had awoken, the Turkey God had mysteriously moved. But I still couldn’t get to him…

I thought I was never going to get my teeth stuck into that succulent (I mean ‘holy’) flesh...

…but then I saw some action. Dad was carving into the Turkey God…

Wait a minute. Could my efforts be beginning to pay off?

Ta-da. The Turkey God hadn’t fallen from the bench…but bits of him still ended-up in my bowl!

And here’s Yours Truly enjoying my Christmas lunch. ☺

Wishing everyone a Happy Christmas.


Monday, 15 December 2014

Homer’s Little Helper

It’s that time of the year again. Christmas is around the corner and the time has come for Yours Truly’s yearly ritual of assembling the family Christmas Tree.

Of course, I am an old-hand at putting the tree up, as you can see from my exploits in Italy here and in Singapore here, here and here

…but the darn thing doesn’t get any easier as the years go by!

Where the heck do I start?

After more than an hour or so, I’d only managed to complete the first tier. As you can see, I was looking pretty forlorn.

By the time I had got to the damned lights, I was downright despondent!

Suddenly I had a brainwave! Why don’t I get some help from my little sister?

I took Savannah’s answer to mean “Yes Homer, I’d be delighted to help you.”

So, while Savannah got on with sorting out the lights, I ‘retrieved’ the Christmas Tree baubles.

Look at my, ahem, ‘shiny red balls’.

I took my time to sniff and lick my ‘shiny red balls’ before deciding to hang them up on the Christmas Tree. [The Missus: “WHAT?!?”]

As you can see, Savannah did a great job of helping me decorate the Christmas Tree. 

We also had a great time hanging out together.

Look at how she tried to roll over to give me a big hug.

I tried to teach her how to do it. (But we ended up going in different directions!)


We were both so proud of our first joint effort in putting up the Christmas Tree.

I look forward to many more years of having my darling little sister help me out!

Homer (and little Savannah)