My Villa

Aroo…roo!

It’s been about two or three months since we arrived at our new house in Thailand. Oh my dog, time really flies when you are busy, adjusting to a new life and at the same time dealing with my problematic health issues.

Anyway, this post is all about my new den in Thailand. Let me give you a little tour. Here we go.

This is me, outside of the main gate…

…and here I am posing in front of the villa.

As usual, the Missus always makes sure that there is plenty of garden space for me to roam around in. This place is no different. There are patches of grass here, there and everywhere for me to explore…

…see! I’m an avid explorer!

Sometimes when the mood takes me, I’ll hang out by the pond and do some fishing…

…but occasionally, I just like to chill out at the gazebo and watch the world go by.

Of course, I always need a small corner of the garden for when ‘nature calls’!

As you may know, the weather is often brutally hot here in Thailand. When it becomes unbearable for Yours Truly, I simply retire back into my villa, plonk myself down and enjoy the air-conditioning.

Can you see me?

Let me show you a little of the inside of my villa.

This is my bedroom. Sometimes, when no one is watching, I like to rest on my comfy bed and chill my nuts with the air-con. And sometimes, I even allow my humans to sleep on my bed (if they are lucky!)

Check out the huge space in the living area, with easy access to the kitchen! Guess what, there are no more stairs for Yours Truly to negotiate. (After all, I have to be careful with my joints; I’m no longer a spring chicken, you know!)

But the best thing of all about my new villa…the “pièce de résistance”…is that Yours Truly has a swimming pool all to himself!

Ta-da! Here I am, next to my pool. It looks so inviting, eh? How can anyone resist?

And look, it even comes with proper steps for me to get in!

Got to go for a nice cool dip now folks. I will tell you more about my swimming exploits in the next few postings.

Bye for now.

Love,

Homer

Tell Me Lies, Tell Me Sweet Little ‘Porkie Pies'*

*Porkie Pies: Pork pie or Porkie pie, often shortened to porkie, is the British slang term for lie.

OK folks. I know I’m supposed to tell you more about my journey from Singapore to ‘Pie Land’. But before I do so, I wanted to let out a little rant.

This is based on my own observations. I have noticed that my humans, if given the right opportunity, like to lie to me or provide the wrong information, just to mislead Yours Truly.

For instance, during our stint in Italy, we would often travel and explore various exotic cities. On one particular trip, which I’ll never forget, my humans mentioned to me that we were going to a place called ‘Pizza’. Of course, I was elated! Imagine a city full of pizzas for me to sink my canines into! Pizza al Prosciutto, Pizza Neopolitan, Pizza Margherita, Pizza Marinara…oh my dog, PIZZA! How wonderful is that?

However, much to my disappointment, when we arrived at our destination, there was NO PIZZA IN SIGHT! Instead, all that I could see of interest, was this huge ‘Leaning Tower’. Then it dawned on me. We were in PISA, not Pizza! I was so upset to be duped!

Here I am in Pisa.

To add insult to injury, my humans took me there again (this time with Grandma), using the same false story!

Here I am in Pisa, AGAIN!

Another incident happened only recently. We had to leave Singapore to relocate elsewhere. When the Missus told me the destination, I was pretty sure that she mentioned 'Pie Land'. ‘PIE LAND!’ Sounds amazing, right? A place full of pies is indeed a dog’s paradise! Unfortunately, when I landed at Bangkok International airport, there was NOT A SINGLE PIE IN SIGHT! WHAT????????? It turned out that we were in THAILAND, not Pie Land!

This is me in my crate in Thailand's, Bangkok Suvarnabhumi Airport.

But the shenanigans didn’t stop there. Our final destination, where we were going to spend the next year or so, was supposed to be a place called ‘Papaya’. Oooh…I love papaya! Sounds fantastic, right? It’s so yummy and juicy and you ought to give it a try! For my fellow canine friends who aren’t familiar with papaya, do check out this link. So, I began to fantasise about a city lined up with loads of papayas of different sizes.

You guessed it, there’s no such place as ‘Papaya’. It turns out that we’ll actually be living in a place called PATTAYA. Arghhhhhhh…

Here I am, at my new home in Pattaya. (More about this later).

Pah! I’ll never trust my humans, and their made-up ‘food-places’ again!