I have a confession. Despite being lifelong supporters of animal rescue shelters, we got Babeng from a shop. We joke this is the reason she’s an idiot and does weird stuff with her poop, but deep down it bothers us, especially me.
However, we have always believed that each one of our kids chose us and not we them and it was the same with Babs. There were other cute dogs (including pugs!) in the pet shop along the years we’ve patronised the place but never has one quite completely stole our hearts (and our sanity) the way she did. That day we first looked at her our arms full of cat paraphernalia, she jumped, did cartwheels and grinned. She didn’t do it for other customers (and yes we checked and spied ). We left her there though and gave ourselves a week to cool down and forget her. No such luck. We were goners.
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Babeng, there have been many nights when I was on my hands and knees scraping poop off the tiles that I wished I didn’t plunk down cold hard cash for you, but when you sit and smile up at me, the poop smells less awful and the manicures and pedicures I gave up for you …… well, I miss them just a little bit less
Because Babeng has yet to complete her vaccination cycle, we can’t take her out for walks outside the apartment. Instead we tire her out by throwing her favourite stuffed football from one end of the living room to the other and making her chase it. It tires her out after 5 minutes.
No animals were harmed in the creation of this post.
Pics taken during us moving house and shortly after arriving at the new place.
Babeng says, “Lips are my favourite things to lick. George and Atti can kiss their ass.”
We had to lock George outside on the balcony coz he was interfering with the movers. We named him after George Harrison but he became Curious George instead.
Atti and George were squished into one cat carrier. They loved it until they realised, “OH NO! They’re taking us outta the house!!!” Then it was questioning meows all the way. Meow? Meow? Meowwwww???
I found that the wrapping paper used by the movers are super absorbent for mopping up organic spills (re. Babeng’s pee). I spent one evening cutting them into A4 squares.
September 11, 2007 at 11:01 am
· Filed under Babeng
Hello, my name is Babeng. This is a blog where my parents whine, groan and moan about me and my 2 brothers, George and Atticus. I joined the family fairly recently and they’re still trying to adapt to the blessing that is me. Mom is in a constant state of worry that I’ll never be potty trained…. oohh, I just love messing with her mind! I’ll raise her hopes up by peeing in the potty then dash it again by pooping ON THE BED. I’m a clever pug, yes I am.
I don’t show it but I’m kinda worried too. My 2 brothers don’t look anything like me, or I them. Is one of us adopted? Huh? Huh?
). We left her there though and gave ourselves a week to cool down and forget her. No such luck. We were goners.
