Woof…Meow…Woof…

Sob.. sob… crazy godpa…

Wat is wrong with the human???

First godma bought me a cane . Sort of like, respect the authority. I thought they were kidding me. I sort of like it actually, you know, like hmm, playing the acting game. OOOO… I’m scared…

But, today, sob..sob.. Godpa hit me with that monster and with force… I only peed in the living room after Godma cleaned my poo there. I got whacked.

Animal Abuse!!!

Get me the phone, I’m going to call the Animal Aids. I’ll get you two into serious serious trouble. Hmmm…. wait… it’s going to take them 23 minutes to get here… somebody gonna get hurt real bad in that time… “quote from that uncle peter talk show – that got papa chan, godpa and all gone nuts”

Now i have to lay in bed for few days.. sob… sob..

I’ve been thinking lately.

Wat is the purpose of life?

My cat-dog life or dog-cat life seems to revolve around treats, ball-ball, food, play and sleep. Well, I do work somedays, rather most of the time as a guard, etc. But what is my purpose here on this earth? Baby doesn’t know as well. Why are we here?

Anyway, who cares… we are dogs. woof…

Baby came over last few days. I was a bit surprise when i saw godma carried baby back that night. How dare she… unscrupulously hugging baby in front of me… and godpa, patting baby too…My horns were out for two seconds.

They all went to sleep, thinking that me and baby will be fine together. But…
Baby, i dare you to pee and poo there.
Baby: ” Har, ooo… OK”

Baby, let’s check out the rubbish bin.
Baby: ” Har, ooo… OK”

Baby, Let’s play snow factory.
Baby: ” Har, ooo… OK”

That’s it. Both of us got punished. But, i got you… baby. Muah hahaha..

Godma, Godpa and Aunty YuePing are not feeling well these few days. She-devil blamed it on the hygiene. So she started cleaning the house, literally cleaning the house. The shoes rack, living room, godpa’s room and kitchen. she-devil’s room will be cleaned last as it’s the toughest of all. Hmm, i know what you mean.

“Momo, Here… In the cupboard. Arghhh.. There, on your left.. Momo, get them… Arghhh”
Drama was on in the kitchen, starring MC as the brave cockroach hunter, Godma as Freak-out she-devil and two unknown cockroach (didn’t manage to catch their name and they’re dead).

It was fun and funny. She-devil’s screaming and Godpa’s not in. MC came to rescue. KILL KILL KILL… All done, godma! I got 3 biscuits for that.

Remember to shout out for MC next time you see an unwanted. It only costs you 3 biscuits. *wink*

Yesterday, Godma and Godpa went off to cycle somewhere early in the morning. I was still recovering from the vet trauma, so i didn’t bother to say goodbye. Anyway, they came back in the afternoon. They looked tired and she-devil looked old. I decided it’s not the best time to tell them what i have done while they’re away, so i let them sleep. By the time they’re awake, it’s late dinner time. Godma, FOOD….. I’m starving…

“Let’s call for a pizza!”
Yeah, can i have the one with stuffed sausage? I heard it’s good. God, that’s my 7th wish. I know i know, i have another 3 more wishes to go, no worries.

“Pepperoni lover stuffed cheeze, please” No No No.. that’s a wrong order, godma.

Anyway, the tele-traffic to upthere is good today.
Wrong delivery, I got my stuffed sausage. Yippie yippie yippie…

Both Godpa and godma doesn’t like sausage, they love cheese. They got their replacement, in the end. I got to keep the sausage. Hehehehehe….

Papa Chan came over to help to clear food. He’s devilish, he has gotten the devil-spirit from she-devil. He offered me an extra. The deworm pill was in the sausage he gave me.

MURDERER!!! The sausage is good though. Give me give me give me…

I am high after that. Till now, i still can’t sleep. Hmmm, Papa you sure it’s just the deworm pill?

Papa Chan, godpa and godma brought me to the vet yesterday. It was cool… untill the doc was here, of course.

They found my pets in me, you know, those long long slimy one, sometimes it’s the fat and shorty one. So, i have to see a doc. The clinic is nice, lots of doggies and cat too. I tried to be friendly to the cat, after all i’m half cousin to her. But cat being cat, she’s a snob. Bye bye Kittie!

The doc is a pretty lady and she has lots of interesting stuff there. I checked them out while she’s talking to the oldies. I’m healthy, according to her, except a vaccine jab, some deworm tablet and my ears are growing mushrooms. Da*n, She’s good at reading me.

OOOOOO…. it’s like an ant bite and next thing i knew, it’s over. Got some medication for my mushrooms. Bye bye doc, though you’re cute but I dont think i wanna see you often.

Papa Chan, Stop looking at her and let’s go home. Godpa, you too.

Yesterday was the happiest day of the week, unless some other happening stuff happen today or tomorrow.

Godma is out of work. Da*n, she’ll be at home everyday till the next job comes. Anyway, that’s why she’s happy. Usually when she’s happy, i get lots of food and less humiliation as a JRT, she doesn’t get me to do stupid stuff as often as when she’s bored.

“Momo, come, biscuit for you.” *Burp*
“Momo, come, Bread” *Burp*
There’s a plot against me, i can sense it. Strong evil forces it is…

Aunty Yueping is in too, cause she also…. “Momo, come, Bread” Muahahhahaha… give me give me give me…

In the night, godma appointed me to be the messanger. She said i have to make myself useful. Godma, I am the surveillance officer of the house, the garbage chute inspector, the entertainer, the clown, and now you want me to be the messanger?? Sob… why do i have to be a dog??

Godma gave me a red bag, put a kitchen scale in, asked me to deliver to godpa who’s been washing and fixing the old mute, iron horse. Hew.. at least she didn’t ask me to build a pyramid for her like godpa.

Well, the pay is good. I get brown rice with fish. I jumped on the table, grab that piece of fish but Godpa caught me. Meow, GODPA, that’s mine, get from your own plate! Godma said that’s MOMO’s share… Anyway, i was still whacked by them as i didn’t wait for the food to cool. *burp* that a good fishie…

“Momo, now you’re fat little bitch. you know, fat little bitch” Come on, i only had 2 piece of bread, 5 biscuit, half plate of my usual food, 1 plate of rice with fish, some other stuff that i picked up when she-devil’s cooking, and now you call me a fat little bitch.

Godpa measured my waistline, it reads, 16″.

Ehhh, GOD, can i use my sixth wish now???