This is a post about my ears. I know that they are really huge... but i like to think that they have presence. L says that my pricked ears is a genetic defect that is caused by indiscriminate breeding of jacks, leading to the drop in breed standards. Kao! What rubbish is this about bad genes?! I have normal genes... 2 eyes, 1 muzzle, 4 legs. Can bark, can jump, can pang sai... what more does she want?! hmpf. i believe her bitterness stems from the awkward development of my ears over time.

Really people... i just want to try out different looks. yes i'm vain like that. it is in me to be a non-conformist. L just doesn't understand. Besides, it's not as if she has great genes herself. All she has are stupid Levi's jeans... tsktsktsk.

But seriously i'm starting to think i bear some semblance to something else...

Yes that is me. I happen to think it is a very well-posed shot. L (& if u think it stands for Liza, it does not. It really means Loser... will elaborate later) sometimes calls me Cleopatra. She says it's my kohl-lined eyes and the dandy way i laze around... like a Queen. I think she's just jealous i have prettier eyes. But then i also get called Mickey Mouse, Dumbass, Shithead, Sexy lil thang etc. If I remember accurately, my name is Maximillian, but more often than not I get a spate of vulgarities hurled in my face. Really! This is definitely going to affect my emotional well-being and cause me years of therapy. Sheesh!

Speaking of emotional status... i've noticed that L is quite a sadist. Whenever i try to shower her lavishly with attention, dispensing my precious licks, she ends up all mad and tells me off (something about pipples or mimbles). Then when i'm happily tucked in bed dreaming of bones, she comes along at 2 am to say hi. Look, I mean I know she paid good money for me, but I'm not a whore! (Ok i can be... with the right incentives.) Look at what she did to poor 'ol me... tempting but depriving me. my poor poor soul...

gimme gimme gimme... yummy veal bone!!!

See, she's sucha bloody loser. I still didn't get it in the end. Bitch.

L: That's because he just had his breakfast. -_-

1. my social life has been completely overtaken by him and i have nothing else to write about.
2. it's a stressful period for most of us and moaning about it on my blog really won't help me... or you. might as well talk about nice fuzzy stuff.
3. this blog will bury itself soon if i don't do something!

What this means?

He's gonna do some of the talking ard here. while this might scare off some ppl, it really isn't anything new. I used.. erm i mean i have Piggy, a soft toy who wld engage in long languishing convos with me back in the days b4 Max arrived. yes. don't laugh, we all have needs.

Anyhow it won't start now cos Max has zero materials to begin with and he's a lil illiterate if u can't already tell. but here's a funny thing i'd like to share:

Rules for Non-Pet Owners Who Visit and Like to Complain About Our Pets:

1. They live here. You don't.
2. If you don't want hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. (That's why they call it "fur"niture .)
3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
4. To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours, and does not speak clearly.

Remember: Dogs and cats are better than kids because they: eat less, don't ask for money all the time, are easier to train, usually come when called, never drive your car, don't hang out with drug-using friends, don't smoke or drink, don't worry about having to buy the latest fashions, don't wear your clothes, don't need a gazillion dollars for college, and if they get pregnant, you can sell their children. - Author unknown