It's uncanny how most of my blog entries are composed at such ungodly hours..seems that i get creative (or i simply refuse to be bored) around this hour; kinda like this guy in The Amytyville Horror who got up every morning at 3:15am. Spooky..
Anyway i've decided on type about my pet golden retriever. That's her full name as the title of this blog. Her second and third names were given by my Kuya; "Anger Management" and "Kung Pow: Enter the Fist" inspired him to afflict her with such, uhm, 'interesting' names. Actually, her third name should be spelled "Mmmmmbetty".
As a "Dog Person", i'm quite interested in virtually any canine (although i'm not too eager to rough-horse with a pitbull, doberman or rotweiller, and i don't think Poodles are dogs)..so when my brother's girlfriend's mom gave me a 1 and a half month old puppy last August, it was a kind of love at first sight moment. Little did i know that this cute little fuzzy-wuzzy critter was gonna be a non-stop saliva-producing, plant-assasinating chewaholic. Well, she's still cute though, even if she now can reach my chest standing up. And she's only 8 months old, which can only mean she'll be getting bigger. AND she still thinks she's little! She's the only dog i know who thinks she's a lap dog. And hey, visit her dogster too while your at it: http://dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=112243
I guess she must've been around me a lot whenever i'd be emailling, or scrambling aganst the clock to complete projects and assignments, coz a while ago i caught her pounding away at the keyboard, paws and tongue and all. It was pretty amusing, then it became annoying when i returned to my computer chair and had a 20kg (guesstimate, i can barely carry her anymore) furball in my lap slapping away at the keys while i was trying to draft an email. I've let her out to pee or poop now, so i've got a few moments of peace to type this out. Anyway, too bad i don't have any photographic evidence of this new 'trick' of hers.
