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Come on...life can't be that perfect. You expect it to be all flower, butterflies and rainbows? Reality check...it's definately NOT

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Sunday bliss

I've got a love hate relationship with Sunday. I love Sundays because i can laze around and not feel guilty for not doing anything. I hate Sundays because it's too short and Monday is too near.

I love Sunday because it's Bailey's day out.

Ever since we brought Bailey home, I will wake up at 8am to let him out of his cage, clean him, clean his cage and feed him. I will then start the washing machine, play with him a little and snuggle back into bed with Hubbie while Bailey plays with his rubber duckie.

We will wake up close to noon, laze a bit more then start leisurely cleaning the house. Lunch will be always out. depending on where we end up. Bailey will be ready to go out with us in his carrier.

We leave him at my parents place and go on our date. Once done, we head back to my parents place for a good home cooked dinner.

The Chew family then heads back home. Tired, contented and happy.

After feeding Bailey, hubby and I settle comfortably on the couch for a CSI marathon.

The next thing we know, it's bed time and I drag myself to bed. the warmth comfort of hubby's arm around me doesn't take the dreaded feeling that I will wake up to Monday.

Sigh...Sunday, please stay a little longer....



Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Bailey's first shave off!!!


We took Bailey for his first shave off last Saturday. I guess we'll be doing it another 3-4 times to ensure that his coat grows thicker and fuller.

Ben and I felt that he was going to be cold and bought him an Arsenal Jersey. Boys being boys...Ben wanted something macho for him. sigh...
Bailey looks like a totally new and different dog all together! Anyway, we bought him a bed to sleep on too...

Actually, we brought him to Pets Wonderland at Ikano because there was a sale there. The salesgirl said to take him out to let him choose his own bed, so we took him out of his carrier.
Guess what? He decided to mark his territory on the BIGGEST bed he could find and of course we had to buy it!

Anyway, he's improving slightly on his potty training. He can sit and come on command. We're now trying to teach him to 'stay & paw'. Fingers crossed that will go well...

Wednesday, January 06, 2010

Day 17 with Bailey


Bailey has been with us for the past 17 days. Not long, but he's already very much part of the family and have wiggled his little furry self into our hearts.

We're trying hard to train him to poo and pee at a certain spot. So far not very successful. *sigh* Looks like we've to work harder on that.

We bought him the puppy pads and took away the newspapers. But looks like we've to bring it back to basics and start putting newspapers in his playpen and then slowly remove them. *double sigh*

So today, hubby has placed the newspapers back and hopefully Bailey will recognize it.

We've been leaving him alone since Monday because both of us has to go back to work. 2 days in the row, Bailey has gone crazy the min I came home.

The first day, I realized although he peed and pooped in the puppy training pads, he missed a few times. The worst bit is when he saw me, he started getting all excited and jumping up and down in his poop!!!

Instinct told me to pick him up and wash him up quickly!

But on Tuesday, Hubby called and said to ignore him and only pick him up and let him out once he's quiet. I did just that. Pretended he wasn't around and went about showering and stuff.

What worries me is that we're living in a condo and people will start complaining if Bailey gets too loud. So I took a rolled up piece of newspaper and hit the floor a couple of times at the same time saying 'NO' loudly to stop him from barking and crying loudly.

It worked! Then I took him out and cleaned him and his play pen. But unfortunately, he still missed the area we wanted him to do his business.

We'll see how it goes today. I'm praying hard that our boy will understand where to poop and pee soon. I don't want to lock him inside his play pen the entire day we're out. I don't want a crazy dog...:(