pawsome, random ramblings

gimme a pawfive


This little furboy is turning five today the 24th. He is quarter past his lifetime. Still 1.6 kg tiny, yappy and agile as a monkey.

Two months ago I watch in horror as a greyhound picked him up using his mouth and did not let him go to what seemed almost eternity. I was desperate as I hear him squeal. Miraculously my wee furboy got out of that ordeal physically “unscathed”, well, apart from some bruising. The greyhound’s teeth did not sink nor squashed his tiny frame and internal organs. As the vet said, he was very very very lucky. We were both very shaken though. Since then whenever another dog is near, regardless of the size, my heart would beat fast and my “pawmom protective” instinct goes on red alert.

But we have moved on and I am determined to continue to have little adventures with this fluffball.

Life may have shock me with its twists and turns,

moments you want to smile, instead felt forlorn

this heart undulated to the rhythm of near despair

but just as when I was breaking up into static

I found you, this cruel life’s loophole

a brilliant attempt to entertain

evoking mischief, but all winsome

blissful treat in the end


pawcutie pawtootie

The more people I meet, the more I prefer the company of my dog

It has been three years since I found this pawcute fluff bear and life was never the same. For one, I am never literally alone, he follows me even when am having a personal time in the toilet (don’t ask me why I don’t close the door on him as I also don’t know why I simple just don’t hehehe). I sleep on the edge of my queen sized bed as he likes sleeping in the center somehow positioning himself where I can hardly move fearing he’ll get squashed or worse…wake him up!

Two years ago we left kiwiland and moved to the land down under (although New Zealand is way down under Australia, maybe I should not use this phrase for this instance?). His airfare cost  four times mine that someone told me I should just get another dog when I settle in Oz. That sent revolting shockwaves all over my body. Good thing it was a nice friend so I let it pass and reminded myself that not everyone understand what having “just a dog” means. He is family and would never consider moving cross country if he could not come along.

He has become my plus one to gatherings. Close friends and family (should) know we’re a package deal. Obviously I cannot bring him to restaurants (unless we are dinning al fresco) and sadly I cannot bring him to work. I bring him to the city where I walk him while I window shop and the naughty pawmom that I am, I occasionally sneak him inside the stores. I ask permission of course and mostly they would “love” him to come in as long as I just carry him and for them to have a pat, or a cuddle, or a photo…

Luckily I don’t generally mind small chats with strangers as walking this patootie always entails being stopped by strangers. One time a girl asked “how often does he come to the city?” then realising what she said she immediately said sorry and rephrased it including me in her query (not that I minded).  More than once a person risk rushing against crowd or crossing a busy street just so they can meet Snow.  Hearing girls (and very rarely boys too) squeal in delight, giggle and just utter  “awwww” just the mere site of him makes me feel like I am spreading and sharing happiness in this scary world we now live in.

a dog is indeed a man’s bestfriend

But don’t be fooled by his royal cuteness. He may be only 1.5 kg tiny but he is feisty as. He barks and launches forward like he is about to and going to bite you (he never really goes further, but let’s pretend he is a scary bad ass ninja, he really think he is hehehe). He does not back down no matter how goliath the “opponent” is. Specially when he does not like your smell, you are nowhere getting near his pawmom (like I need protecting…chuckles).





My Best Friend

Black and White
Thick and furry
Fast as the wind
Always in a hurry
Couple of spots
Rub my ears
Always comes his name he hears
Loves his ball it’s his favorite thing
What’s most fun for him? Everything!
Great big tongue that licks my face
Has a crate his very own space
Big brown eyes like moon pies
He’s my friend till the very end!

© Abby Jenkins


up close and pawsonal

Taken after my pompom’s first haircut… boy that was too short for my liking. I learned to give specific instruction to the groomer since then. This is also one of the rare moments I get to snap a close up, he rarely keeps still and these days he looks away just before I get the shot.


Thorns may hurt you, men desert you, sunlight turn to fog;
but you’re never friendless ever, if you have a dog.

Douglas Mallock


loyalty for sale

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A Stump For A Tail

You can’t buy loyalty, they say
I bought it though, the other day
You can’t buy friendship, tried and true
Well just the same I bought that too

I made my bid, and on the spot
Bought love and faith and
A whole job lot of happiness
So all in all…
The purchase price was pretty small

I bought a single trusting heart
That gave devotion from the start
If you think these things are not for sale
Buy a brown-eyed puppy with a stump for a tail


— unknown author—


raising pompom 101

i have never imagine that i would become like my young mommy girlfriends who constantly share and take notes, and surf the net for mommy wonder tips. When my pompom had diarrhoea and vomiting, yahoo and google came handy, i never knew until then what chicken and pumpkin can do to four-legged cuties. This D and V plight by the way was a newbie momma nightmare, Snow and i slept in the couch and i was basically sleepless as i would wake up every time he gags. When he had white froths in his mouth i searched online if there’s an A & E (accident and emergency) for pets that i can bring him to, and thank goodness i found this nearby pet hospital/clinic who had a 24 hours on call service (he did not have to be brought in @ 3am though, i basically just panicked).

Youtube on the other hand is my online classroom for tips on how to help Snow achieve full-blown pawsomeness.

so far the poops and pee situation is in control, i have learned to keep him on a routine. I started bringing him outside for some toileting time. as soon as we wake up, when i arrived from work, before going to bed, and few minutes after feeding (Oh and do you know they do need privacy? he seems to unable to when i am watching hence i have to close the door and let him be for a while). Praising him constantly and giving him treats every time he does the deed outside helped reinforce the good behaviour.  Just this week, i noticed him standing by the door few minutes after his chow and when i lead him out he dropped the wee bomb outside! my proud momma moment there.



i am still learning his paw ways and have yet resolve his other issues, or rather my issues. He likes licking and biting my fingers, i let him get away with that as long as he does not bite, he does stop though when i tell “no biting.”  But what surprised me was when he started to hump my hand. yep, my dog mounted my hand. My immediate reaction was to laugh (a big no-no by the way) and because i did not know how to react i let him continue. He did the humping again while my friend was around, this time longer and to both of us. Again we laughed and did not know what to do. For a moment we even felt sad thinking that maybe Snow needs a girlfriend (i know i know). I started to turn to Dr. Google and read that it was most likely not sexual and most probably a dominance gesture. He has not done it for a month until yesterday to which i was able to stop him by standing up and going away. After a few minutes i distracted him by playing with him using his toys. It probably didn’t help that we haven’t walk for weeks now due to this wet cold weather. Hopefully this humping tendency won’t become a problem.




as of now, i am just hoping for a better weather, so Snow and i can walk to the park and for me to be able to take decent photos of him.





breaking paw-rules

when i decided i’m ready to join the world of pompom mommies i told myself i won’t be one of those who treat their pet way too humany. for starters i will not refer to us as mommy and baby, yes that was broken rule number 1.

i tried not to go overboard with buying him things and limit stuff to the necessities, so far every brushes, leads, bed and sweater was justifiable. Sweater, yes that knitted sweater was the second broken rule. I have always pitied a dog on outfits as most often done not they look like ashamed of themselves and really really uncomfy. But after having Snow’s hair shortened under this cold wintry Wellington weather, i felt bad and decided maybe he needs one till summer arrives.

snow on cardi
the day he had professional grooming and had a try on his new cardi.. does he look like he liked it?

Snow love cuddles, snuggles and whole lot of licking, he seemed to be fascinated with my hands that he won’t stop whipping his tongue and making me feel his teeth, he’d chase my hands like his eyeing on a big price. on days i have to go to work which is 5 times a week i come home tired wanting to sleep as soon as i’ve refreshed, then i’de feel guilty we haven’t had our play time… hence enter broken rule number 3! Snow in my bed.

i know i know, i have to learn to stay firm. Even scolding him for pooping on the carpet ain’t easy when he looks at you with those doey eyes. i need to gather myself and decide that the NO NO’s should stay No. I need to work on my poker face.