Over the weekend, L brought us back to this cafe which allow canines to dine with their slaves. She put really macho-looking leather jackets on Brady and myself. Let me tell you, them jackets turned out to be made from cheapo vinyl fabric and completely made us look ridiculous. They were positively gayyyy....! Oh woe, i had to scuttle far far away from Brady just in case other dogs thought we might be a couple. I'm throwing away all the matching outfits and getting my wardrobe revamped. *throws hissy fit*

But back to my evening. Turns out it was to celebrate my birthday! L says i'm two now and in dog age, it represents the prime of my life. Well whatever, the only good thing at the restaurant was that the hoomans decided to order a muttloaf for Brady and me to share. How pathetic though?! They get to chow on main courses like pork knuckle and rosemary chicken while we had to share! This is sooooo not MY birthday celebration...

To make up for it though, the guilty family brought us to West Coast Park for a post-dinner languid stroll. But, but, but, they did it again! They stuffed their faces with Macs ice-cream & didn't even lend me a lick.

We finally got home and cut MY cake, which was fortunately all mineeee...! I also got a pig's ear chew on my actual birthday, and a collar/leash set. Oh and the grand ol' man gave me an angpao. L says she's keepin' it. That bitch.

TGIF! What's a good way to spend a Friday?
Well, meeting the Giggly Girls of course.
It was like snorting coke, riding on ecstasy, then downing a couple of Valiums... laughing and crying and squirming about. Right, i've never tried drugs, but then you've never met the GGs.

oh and the truth is that i am blunt. as blunt as a pencil that can't write at all. me needs lessons on basic manners.

something else hits me. it appears slightly inconvenient to lug around a 600g monster to dinners. it makes me feel like i'm making a wedding out of birthdays. or a voyeur. or stupid. meep.Here's the link to the whole frikin' album.

Unfortunately Max couldn't come with us to Sentosa last weekend.
Okay. I'd admit, i left him at home on purpose.
I feel bad... but i have to qualify that he is a difficult dog to take care of in public.
Plus he hates to swim!

He was actually whining in the most pathetic way possible when we said goodbye, and then he tried to jump as high as he could, as if willing himself to leap over the gate. poorthing.

I'm happy to report that Brady was on his best behaviour although he looked quite the little lost lamb without his big brother. Anyway i applied for the damn Sentosa card... again (wtf was i thinking?!), so i'd be trying to make my money count.




My favourite shot of the day...

....... and it's not even taken by me (goes to show everyone should go buy a dslr!)