Lychi and Me

"A dog doesn't care if you're rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb. Give him your heart and he'll give you his. How many people can you say that about? How many people can make you feel rare and pure and special? How many people can make you feel extraordinary?" - John Grogan

Anh and I watched Marley and Me last night.

Its a pretty old movie (2008?) which stars Owen Wilson and Jennifer Aniston and tells the story of a young couple and their life after marriage with their dog Marley.

I've been wanting to watch this movie since I read that it makes grown men cry.

I guess I wanted to test my mettle..... see how manly I am.

And oh how the mighty fall :(

I failed miserably!  OMG! By the end of the movie, I've been reduced to a puddle of tears.  Anh and I were a complete mess with tears streaming down our faces.   It WAS SO SAD!!   I don't think I've been this sad in a movie EVER!!!

In my defence, I was crying because Anh started crying.  Seeing her sad makes me sad. I guess watching the movie with Lychi between us didn't help either.  I'm a sucker for sad dog movies now (talking dogs weird me out though).

Over the past few months, Anh and I have become very attached to Lychi.

She's just such a great dog.  Always happy to see us and always wanting to cuddle with us.  Regardless of the mess she creates (and time of morning she wakes us) we're so happy she's a part of us.  

Marley and Me wasn't all about the dog though.  It was also about growing up and decisions, the life after marriage. It was like a preview of life for Anh and myself.  Moving houses, changing jobs, children, a taste of things to come.  It struck me that many of these things will happen to us too, its all just a matter of when.

And whether it be happy or sad,  Lychi will be there, barking, gnawing, slobbering..
and growing with us.

The Dogs Who Have Shared Our Lives

The dogs who've shared our lives. 
In subtle ways they let us know 
their spirit still survives. 

Old habits still make us think we hear a barking at the door.
Or step back when we drop 
a tasty morsel on the floor.

Our feet still go around the place
the food dish used to be,
And, sometime, coming home at night,
we miss them terribly.
And although time may bring new friends
and a new food dish to fill,
That one place in our hearts
belongs to them...
and always will.
---Linda Barnes ---

Toffee, thank you for all wonderful happy memories.

Sleeping around (and the crazy Pussy)

3Willings
1) Kung-Fu Panda
2) Jean Claude Patisserie
3) Miss Gold Digger

After about an hour of seeing Guild war characters parade in head, I finally got some sleep last night.

Nothing beats sleeping in your own bed.

I blame it on my nomadic lifestyle.

For the most of this year, I've been sleeping around on other beds. Holidays and staying over at other peoples places. Which is actually quite tiring because I'm never quite settled.

Which doesn't do any good for my already sleep deprived self. The bags are starting to give me that panda look.

The last two weeks saw me house-sitting in Willagee.

Fully equipped (including ADSL2+) and a silver kitchen to boot, I thought this was going to be a great house-sitting job. Closeness to bubble tea was true awesomeness.

The trucks chugging down Leach Highway and Stock road was not so awesomeness.

Another not-so awesome thing was the house cat.

You see, I've never been fond of cats. Our past neighbors had cats. It ate the birds while they played in the bird bath. Sometimes the cat sleeps on the hood of our car, scratching the paint at the same time.

In this chapter, I had a cat-mate named Diesel.

Diesel aka 'Crazy Cat'

Diesel, loved meowing all night long. He followed me everywhere I went which was nice... until I needed to go to the toilet and he's still there by my side (the thought of the cat going for my bird did cross my mind).

And he loves sitting on my lap... and clawing my thighs at the same time.

The more I pull, the deeper the claws dig.
I think he bore holes on two work pants.

There was one night when his claws came inches from a very sensitive spot.

Having no intentions of having my testicles skewered by the cat, I lock him outside when I'm in the computer room.

One night I emerged out of the room to find my mobile phone (which I dismantle earlier) on the floor and bits scattered everywhere.

No where to be found was the sim card.

The crazy cat is highly suspect.

Maybe if I call my sim card, the cat might start ringing.