Animal Cruelry

I’m really bugged by a video I watched over the weekend.

A China bitch killed a kitten with her stilettos. Not just a one hit instant death, but slowly torturing the kitten to death. She stabbed the stomach, stepped on the ribs, when it mewed, she stabbed it’s throat from the mouth and then stabbed it’s eye. I had to take a breather to continue watching the video. I watched in disbelief as she crushed it’s head and stepped on it’s eyeball when it rolled out. The kitten didn’t die until it’s head was crushed.

Seriously. What the fuck is wrong with her?! I was maddened by a video before about how China people transported dogs and cats in small super cramped (I mean each cage was jammed packed with dogs or cats) and how they threw the cages off the lorries to unload causing these animals bones to be broken. The animals suffer until they are killed few days later.

Yes, we eat cows, pigs, chickens, sheep, but c’mon, these animals are raised in farms. Even if there is over crowding, it’s not like they’re jammed packed in cages too small for them. And when they’re killed, it’s instant death.

So, yes, eat your damn dogs and cats but treat them decently before they die, and kill them instantly!

Grrrr.

Dear Hammie.

You were the smallest hammie of the lot. The 3rd hammie to be chosen after Joey and Pixie.

One day, I was complacent, and didn’t leave some old bedding behind. Pixie went a little territorial after that and attacked Joey. Joey went ballistic too and attacked you for a little while, and I made that decision to put you with Pixie and Joey alone, thinking Joey was the crazy one. That was the night you lost the use of your left hand, and had a deep gash in your neck. Thankfully, I awoke in the middle of the night before things got any worse.

After that day, you never let anyone near you, and I could never carry you since. Cleaning your cage was a feat as I had to wait till you were in your little house or in the wheel before I could take you out.

You made it through the rest of the months with 3 limbs, even learning to do spidey wall climbs with just 3 functioning limbs. Amazing feat. A fighter you are. But you were still small. I didn’t know why, but you could never get as fat as Joey or Pixie.

I made a decision to let go of Pixie and Joey as I felt the three of you were much too caged up. I kept you as I knew you won’t let yourself be handled. It would be hard for a little boy to play with you then. I changed you to a smaller cage and you seemed to keep yourself in the tube alot, although I did see your spidey climbs at each meal time.

Before I left on my holiday, you were fine. When I came back, I didn’t really check on you but I thought you were okay. Days later after realising that you hadn’t been doing your spidey climb during meal times, I noticed that you had shrunk. I was told you hadn’t drunk much water when I was away, but you were never the one who drank alot from the start. But what was worse was that I realised you had not been eating as your bowl was overflowing with the past days meals.

I panicked and called you out and realised your entire left arm up to your shoulders was unable to move, your left eye closed and you walked funny when you came to me. I frantically cleaned out your cage and googled all possible illnesses you could have and realised you had a stroke. I tried to force feed you. You took 1 sunflower seed from my hand and you drank 100 plus from the bottle. Afterwards, you took another sunflower seed and went back to sleep. I thought there was hope.

The following day you refused to eat or drink despite being force fed but you managed to make your way to the door where I was, so I let you be, putting your bowl and water in a more easily accessible place. The third day I panicked as you refused to move despite everything I did. The fourth day was worrying when after forcing you out, you could not move your right hind leg either and each step seemed very very difficult, like a dying crawl. I removed your tubes so it was easy to get to you. It must have been painful for you to walk on your bedding as you kept to smooth surfaces. I dug out your favourite TV set house that I confiscated before (because you were ALWAYS in there) and you slowly climbed in. I placed the food and water near your little corner and placed the scapula above your cage. That night, I made a decision to euthanise you, to ease your pain.

The next morning before I left the house, I checked you in your little TV house. You were breathing slowly, and crunched up in an awkward position. It was hard to watch and I decided to bring you to the vet when I got back in the afternoon. At 1pm I got a call. You were already dead. You must have known, or probably after fighting for a week, your little body could not fight anymore. I buried you downstairs, with the scapula to protect you. I didn’t cry until I got home and washed your cage. This time, I was cleaning the cage and not replacing the bedding, not topping up the food, not changing the water and not putting you back in.

It was a good 10 months for me, and a good 11 months of your life.

Dear Noelle, RIP. March 2009 – 17 January 2010.

With love.

Holiday.

i think the only thing that makes me real happy about this holiday is that i’m almost totally away from work.

it’s like, if i was on leave but at home, i’d be at beck and call. and here, it’s somewhere i can get away from it all. but i absolutely miss the furkids alot. with them, i kinda never feel alone, even when physically, i am.

sleeping pretty much sucks here. it’s overpopulated in the house and i’m stuck in the hall which is pretty creepy at night. i hope i get used to it!

2009

yes i was inspired by liyan’s 2009.

this year was eventful.

i more so remembered the second half of the year more though. In June, went on my very first holiday with my friends to celebrate Niki & Shing’s birthday. Had a whale of a time and screwed up my finances as well along the way. Shopped till I dropped, only to see that the current clothes I’m wearing now are all NOT from Bangkok. Sucks doesn’t it? But we had lots and lots of fun! Ignoring the fact that some annoying person tagged along (tagged cuz he wasn’t invited) that pissed me off every now and then. Though we now eliminated him, I kinda feel bad cuz I started the whole crap shit about him. Shit stirrer sia. But nothing pisses me off more than an egoistic, unaccomplished mat.

so then i also got rid of my other woes, the 3 wise teeth in my mouth that had been causing me some pain through the last two years. Under sedation of course. It was the best wisdom tooth extraction experience ever (though i only had one to compare to), but imagine, removing that 3 teeth was less painful than removing 1! and the wound healed perfectly well too! no swollen cheeks! and i’m so grateful that i actually went to a cosmetic dentist to do this, cuz he fixed the overgrown gum on one tooth that was bothering me for more than 10 years of my life! i have a great smile now and i LOVE IT!!!!

and then i got hospitalized. boo hoo. i nearly passed out from pain in my stomach. i thought was because i held my pee in for a long while, and doing it 3 days straight. turned out to be an ovarian cyst. nothing threatening, but staying in an A class ward in the hospital was better than any hotel stay. *grin* you guys should try it once in your life!

health wise, this year was pretty sucky. never fell sick so many times before in my life. i think it was cuz of the fact that i fucking could NOT get REST when i was sick cuz annoying clients and fellow colleagues would buzz to ask for work done. WTF. MC leh. and then when i don’t recover kena F. Crazy people. I never let that bother me much cuz you crazy folks caused it, so don’t try to put the blame on me man.

my furkids are growing great. ever since i’ve swapped their diet to Wellness Core, Sasha’s been in perfectly good health. no vomiting blood nonsense. Rusty, on the other hand, is getting a little out of hand, eating a shit load of crap and falling sick, well, twice this year. Amazingly, the foods he ate that could really cause him to fall sick (Mars bar and Famous Amos cookies) didn’t do anything to him at all. That little guy is now a serial looter. he loots things from my BAG and the table and whatever he can get those jaws of his on! stop him someone. please.

Found a husky, named her Cody, spent a shit load of money on her to find out she’s not sick, but just has a misplaced kidney. Fucking more than $1k leh. But my momma loves her loads, surprisingly and she’s doing well at Tampines. Happy as happy can be! Rusty got sterilized this year too. if you ask me, it made him behave worse than before. he never stole stuff until after he got sterilized.

work’s been well, good if you look at it surfacely. some people have tried to stab me in the backs but well, i could say failed. it’ll probably happen again, but seriously, i’ll play the game. taking a 4-day work week is making my life quite balance out. I don’t fall sick as much and i have more time to get stuff done. bought hamsters in march, by december, gave away 2 of them cuz i simply couldn’t cope preventing dogs from traumatizing them.

sometimes i can’t get people to understand my priorities in life which frustrate me. if my dog was gonna die and i had a major event on the same week, i’d fuck the event and stay home with my dog even if it’s gonna cost me my job. if my friends wanna hang out and my colleagues have a party, i’d much rather hang with my friends whom i see only once a week rather than people i see 4-5 days a week. time is so precious, and we all need to make the most out of it. so don’t fucking judge me when i say i can’t make it to your parties cuz when i leave this job, you guys will leave me but not my friends. if its a wedding or some big important occasion, i’m cool with attending. even birthday parties, provided i don’t have anything major prior. don’t organize things last minute and BLAME me when i can’t come. don’t ever ask me to work on National Day cuz my furkids are only gonna live for another 10 years or so and i want to celebrate every single birthday with them. and don’t blame me if my dogs mean more to me than anyone or my job. we’re all different right? (this summarizes my absence from parties this year). i have my own life and own friends that have been with me for more than 10 years of my life, is it wrong to choose them instead? where were you guys when i needed help? where were you guys when my life sucked as hell? i’m just paying it forward.

anyway, this year i’m also taking a family holiday! wheeee! two weeks in a boring island, where you do nothing but chill. anyway, as you grow older, you realise how important family is. and i’m so looking forward to leaving in 84 hours! i’m gonna miss the furkids like hell, and when i come back i’m gonna hug them and squeeeeeeze them and sleep with them!

i hope 2009 was great for you but i hope 2010 will be even better!

Happy Tuesday!

It’s 3 days to Christmas!!

It’s 4 days before I go away for 2 weeks! happiness is in a free holiday!

presents

i love my presents.
Okay, so i had a $200 shopping spree, thank you all very much. This year, i’ve invested them in checkered shirts. hahaha

I love my Coach wristlet mostest. Thank you Sylvia!

Blub

Your lies will catch up on you.

And I have more backing than you think.

Besides that, on a personal note to myself: Stop being cocky.

Hahahahahaha

spongebob.

did i tell you i love nickelodeon?

they’re fantastic clients man. my job for the last two days? watch Avatar: The last airbender.

I thought it was a boring cartoon, but i was wrong. its pretty cool leh. but nothing beats spongebob.

I’m having a spongebob birthday bash next week! whoopee!

bright ideas. right.

we had a bright idea this christmas.

lets’ make an inspirational book for our friends. a thought a day, so like there’ll be 365 quotes/thoughts/random sayings. and then that thought developed into a 2010 planner, with the quotes.

and then we figured doing 365 random quotes will take us a real long time, and i only bring my laptop home on weekends. so scratch the quotes, just do the planner. but that seemed a little boring too. so we added some columns where you can check your moods, to-d0-lists, etc etc.

the idea was conceptualised in October.

To date, one is fully completed, one needs some finishing touches, and now i’m printing a third one.

God help me. i have 6 more to go.

But shopping for friends is pretty much done too.
I’m pretty upset. i was excited for my island holiday. but now i have to spend 2 weeks on the island instead of 1. i know its like a family thing, but 2 weeks without smelling the furkiddos????? how like that man??

oh well. 2 weeks, and i’ll spend the other 50 weeks with them… skype my pooches there!!

okay, back to the journals now.

Please tell me I’m not alone.

I have a dog that’s a little monster.

He loves new toys and things, whether it belongs to him or not, it’s not an issue, to him, he owns everything.

He checks my purchases every single time, even when it’s placed out of reach, he will figure a way to reach it. And when he can’t, he barks. Loudly, demandingly, and well, noisily.

If you tell him he can’t have one thing, he finds something else to chew on. He’s 3 years old already by the way. He digs through the laundry basket for my underwear (yes, gross), and recently he’s learnt to dig through my bag. Yup. He’s picked out many goodies, from my name card holder, opening it and spewing the contents all over the floor, to my wallet, managing to unzip the zipper and chewing my credit cards.

He steals food from the dining table, climbs chairs to get to my apple juice, cranberry juice (seems pretty doggy safe, but there’s more…), coke, rootbeer, Milo… All in my mug. Yesterday, he stole a 200gm packet of Famous Amos cookies which I only ate like 5 pieces max, and amazingly, opened the bag which was sealed with scotch tape. Realizing he couldn’t reach the cookies that way, he bit a hole at the bottom of the bag instead. He probably ate a couple before he got caught, and yes, he’s still very much alive.

Once when I was very broke, he ate my last beef patty which I was going to eat for lunch. Grrr. I was mad. Two months after I bought my blackberry, he figured that it was a new chew toy. One month after I got brand new DKNY prescription glasses (for almost $500!!) he decided that would be his next chew toy too.

People wonder why I can’t take this dog in hand. I wonder too. I raised a perfectly normal female cocker spaniel, well-behaved, one who keeps her canines on her own toys, one that doesn’t steal food, rummage through things, one that doesn’t keep wondering what she should do next. They’re siblings from the same litter mind you. So why did the boy turn out that way?

Millions of screaming and smacks through the 3 years didn’t help. When I tell him he can’t chew one thing, he stops but finds something else to chew. So even after going through telling him he can’t chew 10 other things that follow, he will find the 11th thing. It’s an endless struggle.

I own a little monster. He makes me laugh when I see his little brain thinking about what to do next and then plotting how to get there. I think he thinks it’s funny too. Apparently, according to my friends, he’s an angel until I get home.

He does not suffer from lack of attention, that I’m sure. Everyone is sure to scream “Rusty!” at least 5 times a day. He gets screamed at, smacked at, but he happily wags his tail when you’re done. Sometimes he throws a tantrum and it doesn’t get better until you keep talking to him for at least 10 minutes.

I think it’s me. But to some extent, it’s him too right? Cuz after reading Marley and me, there’s just some dogs that don’t listen…

Sigh. I love him the most though.