Wednesday, December 13, 2006


i realise i've been ignoring this blog. oh well. been rather busy with emma. she's the sweetest little (okay not so little) dog in the world. about 7 months old by now, a brown cross-breed (that's what the spca calls mongrels but personally i think mongrels have a nice streetwise aura) with skinny legs (they're getting scarily muscular though) and a chubby chubby furry throat =D i don't know why her throat is so chubby and furry. i pull at it all the time and call her my chubby little frisbee =D she's really tolerant though - she usually puts up with my manhandling her with a long-suffering look. she doesn't even snap at me when i flick her ears or poke her toes or generally irritate her. but when she goes into mad-dog mode (usually when she's having too much fun and forgets herself, or when it's about to rain) it gets a bit scary because she has really strong jaws and really big teeth and i have the bruises to prove it. it's quite horrifying the way her play biting leaves huge blue-blacks, and she's ruined a couple of bones and her doggie bed already.

here's the bit that i love - she hates guys. really. we think she was abused by a guy when she was a puppy because she's very pain insensitive (the choke collar has no effect on her, and she merely looked offended when my sister accidentally kicked her face) and seems to fear/dislike guys. she's getting over her fear though. she used to duck behind me when guys walked purposefully towards us on our walks, which was really embarrassing, but now she just sniffs obligatorily, unless a whole horde of noisy smelly army guys rush past. she still dislikes them though. intensely. my sister's friend saw her home the other night, and she rushed towards him, stuck her head through the grilles on the gate and barked menacingly while the poor fellow stood harmlessly against the corridor, smiling awkwardly and pretending that emma wasn't being hostile. in the end my sister had to tell him to go. i told her she's never going to get a date now, but that doesn't seem to bother her. we really are a family of independent women, aren't we? =D

she's fine with girls though. she loved vank, she really did. i was scared she might bark at her, but she rushed at me and did her whole licky thing when i came home, and then greeted vank the same way. and then proceeded to run towards her when she whistled. which hardly seemed fair because she doesn't always come when i call. but then the novelty of being whistled at wore off and she reverted back to having selective hearing. and now she keeps peering behind the toilet door and under the sink, like she's looking for vank, or something. my mother is convinced that she misses her. i hope she looks for me under the sofa while i'm in chiangmai. and vank is such a good influence, emma peed on the newspapers twice today even when she was off the leash, and i was so pleased that emma got ver excited and rushed at my feet and now i have scratches. but i'm still pleased.

and she's so cute - she recognises songs, i think. one afternoon i played forrest gump on the piano, and later that night when it played on the radio, her ears perked up and her eyes lit up for a bit before she settled back in. okay i'm babbling like one of those over-proud new mothers, but i'm convinced my baby is smart enough to recognise music. and when i play the piano she lies on my left foot or leans against my right foot and dozes off. and she likes to lean against my leg when i'm sitting on the couch, or lie with her head in my lap while i'm sitting on the floor. she's so cuddly i love her =D

but she isn't fully toilet trained (i always have one eye on her when she's off her leash, which means i haven't concentrated on a book or movie in weeks) and she tends to bark non-stop at intruders (all guys except my father are intruders, female visitors are company) and then she sleeps all afternoon after keeping us awake at night with her barking at random loud noises, and we're positive the neighbours are going to sue us if she doesn't learn to keep quiet soon.

and i'm going to miss her like crazy when i go to chiangmai (but there'll be stars in the sky!) and i hope i come back in one piece, alive, because i want to watch her grow up and have her sit beside me for the next twelve or so years, and i'm probably jinxing myself writing this, and i can't seem to stop blabbering, but oh well. i love her, i really do.

page doesn't know she exists. i keep them very far apart. my mother put page in the bathroom because her running on the wheel distracted emma at night, but my sister took her out again so now she's out on the landing. still running on the wheel all night, that nocturnal rodent. she's completely docile compared to emma, at least when it comes to bathtime. all my pets seem to dislike males though - page bit my father. then again he likes to tease animals so he's really just asking for it. and i swear i didn't teach them to be man-haters. i think it comes naturally to all rational females. and some exceptionally bright males. there are now six females and one male in the house. i am going to snigger wildly if my sister ever deigns to get a boyfriend. he had better own a set of armor.
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