Joe: Uhmmm, Dad… I think you missed a spot up there. No, higher… higher. Yeah, that’s it. Good job, Dad.
Dad: Hmmmmm….
That’s Joe looking on while his Dad is pulling out dead or overgrown vines in the veranda garden. He is the supervisor, making sure and pointing out so that his Dad didn’t miss anything.
Yo, yo, yo! We missed last week’s meme fun, sorry folks. I had issues with my digi-cam, apparently the memory card was infected by a virus and refused to download the photos to my lappie. Glad it was already fixed and we are back!!
Here is what Joe’s been doing:
I gave him this yellow plastic bottle to get busy with while I was in the kitchen preparing our lunch. He was playing with it enthusiastically, chewing and play-pushing dragging that thing with his mouth from the living room where his bed was up to the kitchen where I was.
I turned my back to continue with the food preparation and he ran away with the bottle back to the living room. A few minutes later, I suddenly realised that it was quiet. I left the kitchen to investigate, and there he was… I caught this little bugger almost snoozing with his toy just within his grasp!
How could you not be in love with this dog? This kind of smile totally leaves his mum disarmed!
This is the Mum writing… about how it was in our household on a Saturday afternoon.
With the husband busy working on the computer, I let Max and Joe out for a quick whiff of fresh and air and a bit of stretching of muscles. We immediately went inside as the heat was really unbearable. Max quietly went straight to her usual spot, away from us as she is forever sulking. Joe, on the other hand, joined me on the floor while I was arranging my postcards in my album (it’s a hobby!). Of course, I didn’t finish a thing - Joe wanted to play!
Oh, and how could I not resist? He kept on pawing my hand and won’t stop till I put my hand under his armpit, or to his chest, or tummy, and scratch and rub it to his heart’s content. See, that’s my hand under his armpit. He likes being tickled a lot, just look at that face! He has such a nice, shiny and soft brown fur as well so I don’t really mind.
I did a bit of editing on the photo – played with the saturation levels till I achieved this (almost, harhar) Warhol-esque effect.I liked it. Don’t you?
Here’s a photo of these terrible two, wonder what made them look zombie-like?
Ohhhh-kaaaay...
No more happy dog chews from now on!
The past two weeks, Max was in the limelight. Joe got a bit jealous and so we are posting a photo of him this week.
Joe’s bed is too small for him now but he still likes to use it. And he is never away or never without his tennis ball beside him. Oh my, he has grown a lot right before my eyes. He will be two years old in August. He is no longer a puppy that I can carry around in my arms. He doesn’t like it anymore :(
Yes, that is exactly what she is…
… When not sulking or moping in one corner of the house, you can find Max out there in our veranda enjoying the sun and the breeze.
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