*blisto*

My dog farts. I never thought dogs could fart. Actually I never thought about whether they fart, but they do. It was a new revelation in my really mundane, but enjoyable day. The luxury of not going to an office where your time is not your own is indescribable. Heh. Well, today is my penultimate (learnt this word in JC from my human geog lecturer, Mr. Galistan) day of leave. Aargh. I shall not think about the dark confines of my oppressive office! Back to the dog! The farting dog.

I was draped over the sofa, on my tummy, absorbed in a novel and lost in the kingdom of Valdemar when IT happened. A foul stench assaulted my senses. I was, unfortunately, facing the dog's backside. Blisto was lying beside me on the floor and looked up guiltily at me when I scented his emission of smelly gas. He wisely and quickly removed himself from reach. But being kind-hearted, I forgave my super cute, but smelly pet, for farting in my face.

This is Blisto at his very best, a few weeks after being groomed.

















And this is my errant and shaggy puppy today (he's still a puppy in my heart, only 1 year old leh!), after a few months without any attention from the groomer (groom?).
















So cute right? I'll forgive my puppy anything. I think. Hmmm.... =P

Oh...by the way, I had to prop the annoying dog so that he would look at my nifty camera phone. Dogs can be so annoying. That's my thumb you see at the corner. Heh. I never torture him lah!

Oh...and that's my mother's backside in the background. =]