Tag: sisi

Different faces of Sisi.

I know this is turning into a pet fanatic’s blog but you can leave if you don’t like.

#1 This is Sisi being grumpy after being told not to touch my mug of tea.

Grumpy
Grumpy.

#2 This is Sisi sneakily trying to disturb my beverage anyway.

Sneaky.
Sneaky.

#3 This is Sisi napping next to her cage.

Napping.
Napping.

#4 This is her pretending to be dead.

Pretend dead.
Conning the doggy insurance.

I saw her ate her own poo last night and I was so sad :(

Today she pooped in my brother’s bedroom (wakaka). We’re trying very hard to train her so please do feel free to leave any tip, pet lovers :) She’s barely 3 month old.

Oh here’s a picture of me and Karamjit Singh and dad at Merdeka Millennium Endurance. He used to navigate for me pop when he was in the 80s rally scene. TBH, I used to think my Dad was just making up stories till Mr. Singh pulled my Dad over to his friends and started introducing him as the fella he navigated for last time. I am damn proud lah :)

Me, Karamjit Singh and Dad.
Me, Karamjit Singh and Dad.

p/s: Don’t make fun of my puffy face, english food bloats you up!

Toilet training.

Toilet training the little pup. While we’ve managed to get her to poop and pee in the cage at her own accord, but sometimes, when noone is around she still pees on the floor! The thing is, she seems to have a conscience, cause immediately after she’s done it, she would hide under a table whenever we call her name.

So we’ve decided to ignore her whenever she’s peed outside her cage. What we do is this, we lightly whacked her little thigh and then repeatedly say No, Bad girl etc. Then we just refuse to meet eyes with her. She would slowly go back into her cage and lie there, starring at us with the saddest eyes. She won’t even bark or whimper. Just lie down with her jaw on the ground and stare at us.

Mental game or not!? Ignoring a cute fluffy pup is the hardest thing in the world! Barely an hour later, I’d be picking her up and stroke her and kiss her and then she’ll pee on my floor all over again. Sigh.

Boyfriend is complaining that I’m loving the dog more than him. I think he’s a jealous little boy but I’ve been dreaming about dogs almost everyday. The other day, I dreamt that a golden retriever was being burnt alive right in front of me. Although he didn’t die, he was all black and bloody. It was so horrendous, I woke up and had to go down to see Sisi.

BRB, play time with the pup.