Saturday, 17 March 2007
One thing my husband and I regret is not being able to bring Sheero with us at Puerto Galera—she would have loved it. Perhaps, just like this dog:
Ahh. Talk about the life: this mutt is having a vacation every single day. He sleeps on the sea shore (the dogs in Puerto Galera seem to particularly prefer sleeping on the shore, close enough to hear the waves but far enough not to get swept away into the sea), while enjoying the smell of grilling pork chops and kebab.
This dog on the picture is owned by a massage therapist servicing a lady nearby. The dogs in Puerto Galera are owned by the vendors and bar owners. We saw one “guarding” the guy grilling the porks and kebab. Another accompanied his ice cream vendor master, waiting patiently while she tried to sell ice drops.
Monday, 5 March 2007
Pardon the grainy image, I forgot to turn on the Night Mode of my camera phone 
This is James, our house guest for the weekend. Since we couldn’t go with them for a weekend at the beach (I was sick), Marc and I became the dog-sitters for Abe’s dog.
You know something? Our house guest is abnormally clean. My sister and even my dad were all marveling at how clean he was. It’s like cleanliness that you’d never thought possible in a dog. Harry and Choknat were also amazed when they couldn’t find fleas on him! But then again, James is a city dog. I highly doubt there’s soil for him to play with at Abe’s place 
Our house guest is obviously spoiled to the tenth power—he just had to check out our bed the first thing he got there—but he’s annoyingly cute. Sheero doesn’t like sharing the house with him, but they’re getting along somehow. You see, Sheero is his mom. I think she won’t be as annoyed as she is with him if he refrained from trying to hump her all the time. Hehe.
Thursday, 1 March 2007
My husband, Marc, only allows Sheero to stay inside our house. He doesn’t like having Choknat and Harry inside—they sneak in (and I let them hehe) whenever he’s not home. But when Marc is home, Harry can only sit on our garden bench and into the window to watch me cook or work on my PC.
Aww… I get this feeling of wanting to let Harry in whenever he looks at me like that