Hui Min's posts with tag: chiyo
this morning i woke up, came out of my playpen, turned around to look for my Moosie, and freaked out. there was a huge monster by the window. and it was shaking a leg. i skedaddled so fast my feet were skidding all the way. and then HM laughed at me so hard until her false teeth fell out (HM: i don't have any false teeth) turns out the bogeyman by the window was a pair of pants hung up to dry, which moved because a breeze was coming in through the window. i'm still not totally convinced because those are some freakin' huge pants (HM: watch your language, and no i am not that fat) and they mysteriously brush my head when i go near them. you can't blame me for not seeing right because i just woke up and my right eye was all twitchy and blurry and red and swollen. i must have hurt it last night doing the zoomies. can you see my right eye is only half open? 
please HM, a tummy rub? i'm feeling poorly. 
i slept in HM's bed last night because she came home so late she was afraid she couldn't wake up this morning on time. the alarm rang at 530, she shot an arm out, shut it off, and promptly snored her way back to dreamland. but i had to get her out of bed. should i slowly squeeze her to one side of the bed until she falls off? nah that would take way too long. should i try to turn on the alarm again? nah i don't dare to jump onto the bedside table. should i bark? maybe, but the thing that gets out of bed eventually would be a grumpy madwoman. so this was what i did: walked up to her head, put a paw gently on her cheek, and plastered my tongue across both her nostrils. lrrrrssspppprrrrlllllll 
she snuffled and turned over belly down, putting up an arm to cover her nose. no biggie. i'll just stick my face into the crook of her arm and breathe heavily into her ear. i even stuck a pawnail in and wiggled it a little. 
she moved her arm up to cover her ear. but left her face open. time for the final move. lick both her eyelids, and rub my whole face, tongue and all, into her face. 
there we go, a giggling and awake HM. ok let's go get my breakfast. 
Boo is moving to his new bachelor's pad tomorrow. i guess he'll need some time to settle in so he'll be out of action for a few days. but i'm sure that one of the first things he sets up at his new place will be his computer. i'm missing you Boo, remember to left a leg and christen your new place when you step through the door! i can't wait for his housewarming party, i am already shopping for a new dress to wear, which i'm sure Boo will happily pay for :) but before that, i need to solve the problem of my odorous behind. ok HM was exaggerating. it's not really that smelly, it just smells like salted fish, the chinese would know what that smells like. you would think if the hoomans eat something that smells like that they wouldn't complain about my behind. so HM put double the amount of green peas in my meals, she said it's to make my poo bigger. if she can handle picking up great big chunks of poo then i'm not complaining. 
but green peas just don't taste as good as lamb. 
more green peas again??? 
bah, eat that yourself 
HM came home yesterday and thought I rolled in some fish that someone dropped on the floor during dinner. and then she went and sniffed me all over. i tell ya, the longer we're together, the more alike we become. after a good two minutes of sniffing she pointed to my behind and said "there, it doesn't smell like fart but it's coming from there" so i think maybe the gland in my behind is infected. or maybe i am just not pooing right. but the smell and the funny feeling in my rear makes me want to bite my tail. and i do, until HM yells that she would bite it for me if i didn't stop. now, i am stopping not because i am scared of her, really, of her huge teeth and her overused and overdeveloped jaw muscles, really, i am stopping not because of all that... errr... not scary at all. i am stopping because i can't believe i live with such a loony. really... i'm not hiding. you believe me, don't you? 
so today simba's mommy comes home from her holiday. and i can see simba again. i missed him lots. so here's a picture specially for simba, the lion king 
kinda like this scene in the movie. simba do you have a picture of you like this when you were a pup? 
i think i had a weird dream last night. what a role reversal or maybe it wasn't a dream, because these pictures are real enough.
Knock knock
Who's there
Heron
Heron who?
Heron HM's shirt, pants, hair, face, eyelashes, hands, legs, ears, plus some in her nose and airpipes and throat
*snigger*
it's always a disaster when HM doesn't get enough sleep. she needs to sleep by 1030 everyday because she has to get up at 5 to feed me and play with me before going to work. so yesterday she had salsa class again and came home late, so she went to sleep at 12. and then this morning this was what happened: 
 i am very upset that all my friends can't see my videos. can you tell me what browser you were using, and whether you had the flash plug-in installed in your computer? anyhoo, i uploaded it to Videoegg instead, please let me know if you can see it this time. once again, the emotional torture that HM puts me through. if my face gets any flatter after this it's all her fault
 | Hook up | Jun 3, '07 11:07 PM
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Knock Knock
Who's there
Hook
Hook who?
Hook'ed me toenail on a knot of hair and couldn't put my hind leg down and freaked HM out when she thought i hurt myself
hi every pup i succeeded in freaking HM out again. this time HM came home and saw me sitting very still with my left hind leg stuck halfway up my side. it helped when i cried a little. she went ballistic, but after she found out that this happened because i was scratching myself silly again she twanged my behind and called me names. she can't take a joke.
look here is the knot of hair still stuck to my toenail after it was cut off and my leg was free once again.
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