Dewy

Friday, September 09, 2005

This post is specially dedicated to a little stray dog (that is fortunately still alive at this very moment. I know sometimes my blog posts are dedicated to Deceased stray animals that I try to rescue.) called Dewy.

Where shall I start? Hmm.. Well, let me introduce Dewy, a bitch. As in a female dog. She's a few month old puppy. Um... Argh! Cut the crap! Here's photos:























Dewy has already been adopted by my very kind (ex)projectmate Gary. Let's hope he doesn't pamper the little bitch too much.

Oh well!! Why are all mothers so stuck-up about keeping pets anyway? <--Abrupt statement. Please ignore.

Dewy also got its name from Gary, who originally wanted to call it Dew. I thought it was a little too short for a dog's name so a 'y' was added to the back. Dewy is PERFECT! I mean the name, not the dog. The little bugger loves to wriggle herself into dark places to sleep. We had to move the whole sofa just to get her out (her head was stuck under the sofa).

When I reached home a little while ago, I also realised something in my house was also named Dew: My toilet roll...:












Also it is good to share with all of you news that the thousands of baby fishes that hatched in the pond. Ok, not thousands. More than 10, less than 20. And yes, it was the fishes in the pond that had given birth. Look carefully at the following photo and you might spot one or two babies (an obvious one near the plant!).








The fishes are all pretty tame too. I fed them bread and placed a chunk in my palm, and to my great delight, they all came swimming towards my hand, through my fingers, onto my palm etc etc just to nibble the bread. Such an awfully feel-good feeling.






The pictures look abit fake because the fishes are moving and blurred, while the floating water plants are stationary. Turned out as if the water-plants are image-computed.








While my full attention was with the little fishys in my hands, two shadows gathered beside me, looking on as I broke the wonderful delicious bread into pieces and scattered it into the water.







The 2 Shadows

I had gullibly placed the rest of the bread on my leg since I had only torn out a small portion for the fishes.

One of the shadows (hint: the whiter one) had actually crept past me and snatched the piece of bread from my lap and took off with it with Didi staring dumbly at me for bread.

Yea, may I know who are the ones who said Chubby is getting old and blind?

CiiN Sniffed Her Pillow At 11:11 pm