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We were at the garden this afternoon including Oreo. He has now learned to bark or whine when he wants to go out and pee. Dogs are intelligent, aren’t they?  When we are outside and are busy, we make him sit on the ledge of the front window. He couldn’t jump because it is high. Good thing he is friendly with our other dog Noki but when he is inside the car and Noki shows his face near it, he barks. Quite territorial. He goes with Josef and Jovy  when they visit the latter’s  grandma every week.

I took a photo of him earlier. I think he needs another trim, I could barely see his eyes.

 

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Our Shih Poo Oreo is always curious when the car leaves the garage and he know when he is supposed to go with us or with Jovy and Josef because we put on his harness. For small pets, harness is more comfortable to them than having a dog collar.  He always guards the door when we are leaving and waits for us to carry him outside. I took a few shots before they left a while ago with Oreo in tow.

 

He just took a bath here and he is quite excited.

 

He looks like a cuddly bear.

 

Curious where he is going….haha!

 

Ready, set…..go!

In human years, he’ll be turning two this coming February. Another year to celebrate with Oreo 🙂

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I was at the mall yesterday to buy some toiletries  and a Christmas gift for Oreo.  The latter is the last on my list. His favorite toy is a  stuffed head of a bear mounted on a stick. As you might have  guessed, the stick is gone now and what is left is the tattered head of the bear. I always wash it  but after two or three days, it gets dirty again. When you see it in his mouth and he comes near you, it’s time to play. Toss it somewhere and he’ll be quick to jump, run and bite one ear of the bear head and bring it back. Toss it again and the same thing happens until he is probably weary of it and will just sit besides you while you are watching the news on television.

When we are eating lunch or dinner, one seat is allotted to him. He will press his head at the side of the dining table with one paw folded and the other hanging out.  He won’t touch anything, it’s enough for him to watch us eat.  Try to put a cup of coffee for him to smell and he would turn his nose out.  He doesn’t like the smell of coffee…haha 🙂

Oreo with Nissa at the garden.

He has become playful though. I transferred some variegated white and green grass plants on a small pot for our side table. Gosh, he likes to chew those fresh leaves.  That is why I haven’t put up our tall Christmas tree, he might play with the trimmings that his mouth can reach.

Going back to the gift. I bought him a soft toy to play with and I have to wrap it first so he could open it on Christmas day. This is the first Christmas  that he will spend with us since we bought him a month after he was born.  Jovy is also planning that we will celebrate his first birthday come February.

He is currently asleep near me while I am writing this blog probably dreaming  of something more  to  chew come Christmas day.

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Hello From Oreo


He can’t contain his mirth

He romps, he jumps

he spins and barks his way

to the door.

He seems to say,

“Pick me up please, they’re here”.

(That was while the car was slowly entering the garage).  He was excited. If he could speak instead of bark, he’ll say, “I’m happy”.

 

 

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It’s  been only two days without blogging but it felt like a week. I don’t know, I was not just inspired  but  thank you just the same to those who regularly visit my blog. Getting an average view of 250 to 300 a day is not bad and registering finally a total of 150,186  stats for this blog alone is simply amazing.  May I invite you to visit my  two  other blogs here? One is my attempt to keep a garden and the third one records my love for photography.  I feel that a photo blog should be just that, photos with some reflections in between. What I mean is those photos are lovelier than the ones I regularly post here.

I’ve been busy gardening the past two days with our new pet hanging around like she owns my small garden. She’s actually behaved but she can’t resist inching her body between my newly trimmed Fukien tea and my flowering dwarf Pandakaki. Our two other dogs get jealous  once in a while , showing off and sliding their bodies backward just to get my attention. I am having some friends over next week for lunch. It’s an early celebration for my birthday.  It would be nice to catch up again on each other, seeing each others’  faces that is, instead of  just staying in front of the computer and uttering endless hehehe or hahaha or simply putting smiley characters on each comment we make.  A luxury of time really to spend  a day  with one another despite their busy schedules.

A friend told me once that celebrating a birthday is actually counting the start of another year in your life  so instead of greeting me happy birthday, he says, happy new year. It makes sense because you look forward to another lovely and blessed year.  One gets a little sentimental, one gets a little teary-eyed remembering the early years but then, that’s what birthdays are for – reminiscing and giving thanks to God. Thank you Lord for the happy years and although the start of 2012  was full of pain and heartbreak, still I’ll remember this with fondness. Soon, I’ll be a certified Nonna to my first grandchild  and I am sharing the joys of having a priest son in a few days.  Graces come with endless blessings.

It gets a little boring sometime so early this evening after supper, I baked peanut butter cookies using only three ingredients which I found on the net. Using a cup of peanut butter, a half cup of sugar and one egg, you could mold at least nine chewy peanut butter cookies. You don’t need to measure everything here, using a spoon will do and you can bake it for about eight to ten minutes. This yielded about nine cookies three of which  I ate with a  cup of  hot green tea.

And didn’t I say that when you’re bored, baking cookies does the trick?

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And I’d rather call this album, the language of cats. We used to have three  cats in the house. They multiply rapidly so one time I even thought of having them neutered. We never got the chance to name them properly except that  they were called  Uno, Dos, Tres.  Not very original I guess, but the easiest to remember.

Yes, they were all females  and they all answered to the name Miming. They are all gone now, they just upped and left, one by one. I wonder why, in all the years that we had cats as pets, we never saw them die inside the yard. An old friend said that if they fall ill, they  leave the house and stay somewhere else. All we have now is an all-white kitten which my mom adopted a month  ago when we saw it lodged near our overhead water tank, crying and probably looking for food.  I have around fifty pictures of them, taken at different days but I love the following shots when they were not just sleeping or staying in a corner at peace with the world but busy  climbing our ampalaya trellis and exploring.

What’s in there?

I am all alone here, they won’t see me….

Then there were three. This is a favorite place, our concrete garden set where I sometimes read and update my journal.

Looking for what?

And she said,  “better make it good” when she saw me with a camera.

Don’t disturb, can’t you see I am having a nap?

Oh no, don’t….I am camera shy!

This is my space…..

Ah, the adventure begins!

Uno said, I can do it…I can climb too, better than you can….

Tired finally and the cats’ day out is over.

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It’s one  of those mornings when one sees a nice surprise waiting to be discovered. What a good way to start the day! Good morning world….

This is our cat Miming,  so serene and so peaceful. Sometimes you wish life is this simple. She is all over the place, sometimes perched in one of the branches of our avocado tree, at other times occupying a large  pot  of  my newly planted mint. She doesn’t mind the noise of the cars and motorcycles passing by, she just closes her eyes and transports herself in a dream world.

And this discovery really made my day – my Sanggumay orchid in bloom. It was hiding behind the robust leaves of my Iris plant.

A red foxtail flower. What does it reminds you of, a feather duster , right?

 

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I was talking to my seven-year-old niece a while ago and told her that one of our Koi fish died.  She asked me a barrage of questions that only an active  and intelligent mind of a seven-year old could ask about.

Anong kulay  Tita, yung namatay?’, she asked. It’s as if she knows that depending on the color alone  she could identify which of the bigger ones died. Earlier on she asked why it died, so I told her that when her Tito (my hubby) was cleaning the pond last Friday, he transferred the Koi in a large pail failing to put the net on the lid. One of the bigger  Koi jumped and landed on the soft carabao grass near the pond.  It was still alive when hubby placed them all back to the pond but this one kept on swimming near the surface so I told him that it might die. It was grasping for breath when I took a look late evening of Friday.

Sayang naman Tita”, my niece told me. It was one of the first ten Koi that we bought a year ago when we removed the three Pangasius fish that used to occupy our small pond. It’s like these creatures are also part of the household just like our four dogs romping in the garden everyday. When we removed it from the water, I was surprised to see that the dead Koi was bigger than I thought measuring around six inches in length. The funny thing was, our four dogs just stayed near the dead fish, not even touching it. It’s like they knew that this one was not theirs to eat. This is not the first time though that accidents like this happened. There are two left of the original ten now. Although we replaced them with smaller ones, I miss the silver and golden hues of the dead ones.

Why am I mourning over a dead fish? It could be replaced anytime right? The thing is, they are part of my daily routine – visiting the garden every morning, saying a prayer or two to Mama Mary while in front of her image at the grotto atop the pond. I usually watch the fish swim and they are a joy to see while they grab the colorful pellets of food that hubby give them every day. It’s the feeling of peace and quiet  and the graceful way the fish swim back and forth, unmindful of anyone watching that make me admire these creatures.  In their world, everything is defined, they might just be contented just exercising their colorful and shiny bodies while swimming in a confined space.  And yes, I remember my inquisitive niece asking almost a year ago, do fish ever sleep? And I have to research on that, learning how to answer the wisdom of a six-year old.

And I’d like to add, fish swim, they don’t fly!

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Finally found time to take a few shots of our  half-breed Rottweiler pup and Soo Kee, our old dog.  It’s always a joy to play with them – romping in the garden, resting in the hammock  and just following you around wherever you go.  And this quote best describe how a dog loves us:

I talk to him when I’m lonesome like; and I’m sure he understands.  When he looks at me attentively, and gently licks my hands;

then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes, but I never say naught thereat.

For the good Lord knows i can buy more clothes, but never a friend like that…W. Dayton Wedgefarth

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