Monday, October 5, 2015

3 years ago ..

3 years ago on the 5 October, I brought my little Jessy to office with me. Our office was new and I was the only person working there at that time and it was a little lonely and Jessy was a great company. The office was barely furnished and she had a lot of space to walk around but somehow, she found her little spot, right beside my table. 

3 years later, she's no longer here. Time flies. A little dog that gives me such a great joy having her in my life. In fact, she's such a great dog that even my little girl of 18 months still remembers her till today. 

We shall meet again, someday. 

My little Jessy, now & forever.

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Jessy - the last post

This would probably be my final post about Jessy, my silky terrier. 

I got her in 2002 from a pet shop in Tanjung Bungah. She was a very timid dog and after staying with me for a few years, she developed a fondness for chicken and everything meaty. She would run and hop around in excitement every time we feed her and every time we eat. She never fails to sit by the dining table asking for food every time we eat and we never fail to give her a few pieces of chicken or anything we had. 

A couple of years ago I moved down to KL and took her with me. Here in KL, she was still her normal self. In fact, she quite often travel back to Penang with me whenever I go back coz I somehow don't seem to be able to find a groomer that I trust in KL to groom my dogs. 

When she was with me, she already had problems with her ears and eyes. Some bacteria infection that was cured after a few visits to the vet and daily cleaning. About 2 years ago, she developed some liver problems and was in and out of the vet, and she recovered as well. 

Half a year ago, she started behaving a little strangely. She started walking in circles and loosing her balance and the vet diagnosed that she had brain tumor. The vet however advised against going for operation or any chemotherapy due to her old age. She was just put on steroids to control the swelling. Since then, she was no longer her normal self. She could no longer recognise people and no longer beg for food. 

Soon her brain tumor got worse and she could no longer eat on her own and needed to be fed by hand. For the last few weeks she could not even pee and poop on her own as she could no longer stand up. 

Yesterday, her condition deteriorated to the extend that she was in a semi coma state and when I took her to the vet, I was told that nothing could be done to safe her anymore, and so I've decided to take the 1 last step that I've been hesitating so long and put her to sleep. 

She has been such a great dog and has brought happiness to me for all these years that I've had her. If I should have another chance of keeping a dog, I would definitely have another silky terrier.

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Dog quotes

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Pet shops I would not recommend in KL

Wow it has been a long time since I  last blogged here. I haven't really got much time to do blogging, but here's a little something that I feel I should blog about.

Although I have moved from Penang to KL for almost 2 years, I still take the trouble to bring my 2 dogs, Snow and Jessy back to Penang for their grooming. I don't go back that often but I try to at least once in every 3 to 4 months and their grooming can usually last that long. Even if it doesn't I'll just do a little simple grooming on my own in the meantime.

My favorite place in Penang is Sugar Rae Pet Village I love bringing my dogs there coz firstly, the owner there, Aunty Kim is fantastic. She's good with dogs, her helpers are good with dogs as well. Best of all, I trust them completely to put my dogs there for boarding for a long time, if needs be. They do not cage the dogs. They have cubicles for the dogs and that is what I like about this place.

Over here in KL, we hardly find a place like Sugar Rae. One, most of the pet shops in KL do not have cubicles for dogs. They have cages. And worse of all, the cages are stacked one on top of the other in a room and it stinks.

I recently let my dogs got for boarding. Only 2 nights coz I was moving house. I sent my dogs to a pet shop (I shall not name them) located at the next road from my office at Bukit Jalil.

Here are my complaints about that specific pet shop :
1. The owner could not handle dogs. I find that a little nonsensical coz firstly not all dogs are yappy little shih-tzu. Some people do have big dogs and if one can open a pet shop that provide grooming services, then they should be able to handle all types of dogs.

2. My dogs are caged in a room with at least 10 more cages and all that was provided is a tiny fan. The whole room stinks. How do I know about the condition of the room ... well obviously because the owner of the shop do not dare go near by dog to carry it. And no, I do not have a big huge dog, just a mix breed Snow. 

3. Snow came back with insect bites all over him and with sores. He went there perfect and came back with sores. I guess then that place must be so extremely dirty to the extent there are insects around to bite the dogs.

Now why do you think I take the trouble to bring my dogs back to Penang.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013


Here's a little bit about my Jessy.

How did she come into my life .. well, I wanted a dog and went searching for one. Bought a miniature pincher but that puppy was too whinny and I took it back to the seller. Then back to searching I go and stumbled on a cute fluffy white dog in a pet shop in Penang. I fell in love with it immediately and ended up buying him and naming him Snow. Well, Snowball to be exact but then mum said Snowball is a little to long so it was shortened to Snow.

Then Snow became very naughty, I didn't exactly know how to train a dog and I've decided to take him to training classes. Found online that this pet shop in Tanjung Bungah offered training classes for dogs. Went there to have a look and somehow, my sister stumbled on Jessy instead. She was sitting quietly on the sofa and if my sister had not sat there, she would not even be noticed.

Somehow, the pet show owner didn't really wanted Jessy. She was only for breeding purposes and I bought Jessy from the shop. That was how Jessy came into my life.

She was a very shy and timid dog and after so many years, she grew accustomed to us. She has also developed a fondness for meat, especially chicken and her weight went up to almost double since she first came.

She is however unwell at this moment. The vet found poison in her liver and she has lost a lot of weight as she was not eating well. Taking her to see the vet tomorrow. Hopefully she will get better.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

A little somethings ...

It has been more than a year since I last posted on this blog. 

I started this blog for my 2 dogs .. Snow and Jessy, and eventually it became a blog for my countless hamsters and all other dog care and misc stuffs as well. In the midst of posting about all these, I seemed to have forgotten the main objective of this blog .. which is my 2 dogs. 

In fact, I've realised that I've never really written anything about them at all. And to think that people actually write a book about their dogs!! I did not even write a post about them!! So from now on, I'm going to at least try to start writing about my dogs. Not that I want my posts to be published, nor do I intend to write a book about them, but just little somethings to remind me of them when they're gone. 

Monday, October 3, 2011

In loving memory ...
Piggie Hamster V

I've got lots of hamsters and they're all named Piggie. Don't know how I came up with that name but somehow, they kinda stuck and I named every single one of them Piggie (with the exception of other hamsters, of course) This Piggie however, was adopted from a friend who could not care for them coz she's going back to Australia and this Piggie was my very first 'all white' Piggie. My other Piggie hamsters are usually brown. This particular Piggie is also very extremely tame and the very first hamster to sleep on his back!! How cute!!! Anyway, he's gone now ... very old indeed. I missed him. I shall always remember him as my only adopted hamster, one that is super greedy but yet only eats kinda healthy food and one who sleeps on his back!!! 

Now, that's what I call a cat nap!

Some will be dreaming of a bowl of milk, others of a tussle with a ball of string. After the overwhelming response from readers to pictures of snoozing pups in the Mail last month, meet the kittens catching 40 winks — as opposed to mice. As you can see, they’re all in a state of purr-fect bliss . . .

Paws for reflection: You wouldn't expect an aristocat like me to sleep in a basket - I'm feline fine right where I am
Catatonic: With any luck, I can stretch this nap out for a little longer . . .

That darn cat: Playing with wool is exhausting

In this house, I’m part of the furniture.

Cat's whiskers: I'm having a lovely dream all about sardines

Bear hug: Teddy and I are just close friend. 

That’s enough cataloguing: I’ll look for that Cats DVD later

I'm Tom, he's Jerry: And you won't hear a squeak out of us for a while

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

How Could You?

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, age I became your best friend. Whenever I was"bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?"-but then you'd relent, and roll me over for a bellyrub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams,and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforte you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person"-still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."

As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch-because your touch was now so infrequent-and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me.

These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her."

They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.

After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home.

They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you- that you had changed your mind-that this was all a bad dream ... or Ihoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.

I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room.

She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her.

The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself-a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her.

It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.

May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011


Because of variations among breeds' ears—some are pointy, others floppy—a dog's ears are a little harder to read, but in general, the same principles for cats apply. "When your dog is relaxed, comfortable and under no stress, her ears will be held in the natural position. When your dog is alert and watching something closely, her ears will be raised and turned to whatever she is paying attention to," says Dr. Burch. In addition, she says, if the ears are gently pulled back, it’s a “sign of a friendly greeting.” If the ears are completely pulled down and back, however, your pooch is most likely feeling afraid.


People use the term "puppy-dog eyes" for good reason: A dog's eyes can practically express the same emotional diversity as a human's. "When a dog is stressed or frightened, the eyes are not as wide open and they appear smaller. If the dog starts to squint (assuming there is no sun in his eyes), it could be a sign he is in pain," Dr. Burch says. Not only will a dog change the size and shape of its eyes, but the direction of its gaze is also a clear indicator of mood. Be forewarned that if a dog stares at you squarely in the eyes, or avoids looking at you in a way that lets the whites of his eyes show, he's on the defensive, so steer clear. 


A dog baring its teeth is a universal sign of aggression, but many people don’t know that a dog can also express other feelings with its mouth. "When your dog is relaxed, its mouth is usually closed or open just a small bit. Dogs who are stressed or afraid often close their mouth and the lips are pulled back at the corners," says Dr. Burch. To better understand your dog's mood, it helps to factor in its whole body, advises McMillan Loehr. "One interesting thing dogs do that can be mistaken for aggression is the submissive grin; that's when they pull their lips back from their teeth, which might make you think the dog is going to kill you," she says. "Put it in context with the rest of the body.” If her posture is relaxed and not stiff, “she might be doing a submissive grin." 


While a wagging tail generally does mean that a dog is happy or excited, that's not always the case, according to Dr. Burch. "One of the greatest myths regarding canine body language has to do with the dog’s tail. The myth is that a wagging tail is the sign of a friendly dog," she says. "A dog that is thinking about attacking may hold his tail high and move it back and forth. The key is to look at the rest of the body; if you see the wagging tail with stiff legs, tense muscles and lips that are starting to be pulled back, you could be in for some trouble." 

Body Posture

A dog's body posture tells a similar story to that of a cat. "Aggressive dogs try to make themselves look as big as possible. Their legs are stiff and they sometimes rise up on their toes. Dogs that are afraid may lower their bodies, dropping to the ground as if to say, 'It’s OK, I’m so tiny and small, I’m not a threat,'" says Dr. Burch. The one posture that people seem to misunderstand the most, says McMillan Loehr, is when dogs freeze. "A dog who is panting and then stops panting—that's a sign that something is about to happen. A freeze is a sign that a dog is getting uncomfortable and it is often a threat," she says. Signs a dog is happy include an open mouth that looks relaxed and a shift in weight from side to side. Another big cue, adds Dr. Halligan, is when their body is curved into a C shape, which is called a "play bow." 


If your dog’s movements aren’t telling you enough, listen to his bark. Barking can indicate any number of things. According to Dr. Burch, you have to take it in context. "Barking related to play will usually be accompanied with a relaxed body posture and sometimes a wagging tail, whereas barks that are short, insistent yips can mean 'Stop that!'" she says. "If you see a stiff body along with a low-pitched growl, the barking can be a warning sign; also, some dogs have barks that are intended to get your attention." And then there’s watchdog barking, which is a series of short and loud barks. "It’s a warning or alert bark designed to let you know someone is coming—and to let [whoever that is] know there is a dog here that is ready to handle the situation," Dr. Burch says.


When all else fails, watch for significant behavioral changes. Destructive behavior, like chewing things, is a big cue your dog is not happy. "The number-one reason they're destructive is that they're not getting out enough or being exercised enough," Dr. Halligan says. Another cue that something's amiss about their mental state is a drastic change in behavior—sleeping in a different place, hiding more or sleeping more than usual.