skyping.

i have skype now and so far mum, dad, george, ness and I have been having oodles of fun.

if you have skype ADD ME!

don’t let me be lonely tonight.

georrrrrrrgggggeeeeee

pals meet georgey the boxer.
georgey meet my pals.

we got george today from a friend of daddy’s today. he is only six months old and he is already bigger than faldo! i’ve only spent a little less than a day with him and i’ve gone soft already.

he’s actually a house dog but with us he isn’t allowed in the house so he sticks his face between the grills and whines. sometimes he tries forcing his body in, but after he puts both his head and paw in the hole he realises there is no way he can stuff his body in as well. and it is also terrible having to listen to him whine and not be able to do anything about it because rules are rules. however i do want to wake up in the middle of the night and sneak him in my room. HEEHEEE.

drool-filled kisses and furry hugs.

Dog, dog.

Cashyboo, I remember the day Daddy brought you home. It was after school, and I was at Nai-Nai’s house when daddy called to say he had a surprise for me at home. When I came home, there you were this shy, drooling monster! You were so quiet, we all thought you were a serious pup! Boy, how wrong were we?

I remember playing football with you, I remember hating picking up the ball after your turn because you would always drool all over it!

I remember trying to teach you how to walk on your hind legs, I think you were very relieved when this silly girl came to a gloomy realisation that dogs weren’t physically capable of walking on two feet!

I like how you would pretend to be brave and bark at the stranger at the gate; I like how you would run to the back of the house when we let the stranger in.

I especially love how you would run to the fence to fight with the neighbour’s dog everytime we called for you, as if your name was more of a battle cry.

Thank you for being my dog, dog.

I love and miss you Cashyboo.