Remember the cute cat photos with equally cute captions from I Can Has A Cheeseburger? They now have a dog version: I Has A Hotdog!
I made some captions and uploaded photos of my dogs. Here, take a look!
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Shantee, Harry, Choknat, the spirit of Sheero and I are hoping they’d be featured on the I Has A Hotdog homepage. 
They would LOVE to be internet stars!
The adorable Grumpler is in the Crumpler logo:
Shantee was already getting grumpy and pissy by the time we took this pic yesterday at Serendra in Bonificio Global City. The sales ladies were kind enough to let Shantee pose on their huge logo sculpture outside the Crumpler store, and it wasn’t just because Marc bought a ridiculously expensive camera-laptop backpack from them. They found her cute, even if she was already getting grumpy. I guess Shantee was tired by that time and wanted to get some beauty sleep 
This pic is one of my favorite Shantee photos so far—a grumpy-looking dog in the Crumpler logo 
Anyhoo, click here if you’d like to see more of Shantee’s morning adventure in Serendra!
It seems that the Shih Tzu breed is becoming quite a trend with dog owners lately. Just go to pet-friendly shopping centers like Eastwood City and Tiendesitas—you’ll see them everywhere. A few years ago, it was the Labrador Retriever popular in homes. That makes me wonder… Will there ever come a time when our very own native dog gain popularity among dog owners?
The native dog, commonly called the “askal” (a colloquial shortcut for “asong kalye,” which translates to “dog from the streets”), are usually looked down upon. Worse, they usually get intentionally run down by merciless drivers or taken to slaughter houses to be put to death and later eaten. Some people think they’re expendable since they don’t have pedigrees worth thousands of pesos. Heck, even some breeders who claim to be “dog lovers” look down upon the native dogs.
They may not have pedigrees to boast about, but native dogs are as smart and as loyal as any other dog breed. Read the rest of this entry »
They do. Well, that’s what Shantee’s vet said at least. And I think I’ll have to agree. Shantee’s not the first dog Marc and I have seen “talking” in their sleep.
I have a lot of dogs, and some of them sleep near me at night when I’m working. It’s just hard not to notice that some of them do “talk” in their sleep. Read the rest of this entry »
Our family always had a lot of dogs—every member of our family just love them—so it’s pretty obvious that we’ve already lost some pets over the years. Most of them passed away due to old age, so losing them hadn’t been so difficult. The passing was imminent. Somehow, I had a feeling they would be leaving us soon—I had time to prepare myself for the coming loss.
Losing Sheero was different, very different. Aside from the fact that she was my absolute favorite, her passing came as a surprise. She was getting well (we had even expected to take her home after a few more days at the vet), but suddenly had a heart attack that lead to a coma which she didn’t survive. I think how she passed away was a huge factor on why it was doubly hard for me—I just didn’t expect it. I never had the chance to prepare myself for the loss.
I’ve been coping with my loss, though I still feel a bit of sadness every now and then. But the first few days of losing Sheero was unbearable—I never thought I’d stop crying. As I have said in my blog, another factor that made the pain worse was because there wasn’t anybody else to share my pain with except for my family. True, we’ve gotten a lot of condolences from friends and acquaintances—heck, even Sheero’s “fans” emailed us their condolences. But the thing is, I still had this thought at the back of my mind that they really didn’t understand my pain. Read the rest of this entry »
Do you carefully choose your pet’s name?
We do now. But I have to admit that we didn’t before. Our pets’ names mostly pertained to the animal’s physical characteristics—I think the corniest one ever was “Brownie” for a brown dog, while her black-colored companion we called “Blackie.” My dad remembered being so embarrassed giving the dogs’ names when he brought them to the vet. Since then, he asked me and my sister to think of better names for our pets—he was the one who usually brought the animals to the vet anyway.
Some of our pets still have funny names. But at least they’re thought-off. Take Kutonbol for an example. She was the only white dog among her batch of Sheero’s litter, and the only one who had took on most of her askal father’s characteristics. She was white as a cotton ball, but as “askal-ish” as you can think of. So we gave her a name that represented just both those qualities: an askaled version of “cotton ball.” Read the rest of this entry »
Join the Pinoy Dog-Lover gang in welcoming the newest member of our family, Shantee!
Shantee is an Imperial Shih Tzu (or commonly called here in the Philippines as “Princess type” Shih Tzu), more than two months old. She’s as feisty as our darling Sheero, but way friendlier (Sheero had snobby tendencies hehe). All of our other dogs like her—Choknat and Harry seem to take her under their wing. Read the rest of this entry »
For somebody who spent the last few weeks moping and crying over a furry best friend who passed away, I find it UNBELIEVABLY CRUEL that some people actually thought it’s a work of art to put a live, starving dog on display.
And I thought I’ve seen the worst of animal cruelty seeing a dog run over by a car on the street. This is unbelievable. Does he derive pleasure seeing the dog tortured like that? It’s cruel, absolutely cruel.
Help sign the petition boycotting this cruel artist.
Art is supposed to be beautiful. And I don’t see anything beautiful in such cruelty AT ALL.
More details here.
“A Little Dog Angel”
by Noah M. Holland
High up in the courts of heaven today
a little dog angel waits;
with the other angels he will not play,
but he sits alone at the gates.
“For I know my master will come” says he,
“and when he comes he will call for me.”
The other angels pass him by
As they hurry toward the throne,
And he watches them with a wistful eye
as he sits at the gates alone.
“But I know if I just wait patiently
that someday my master will call for me.”
And his master, down on earth below,
as he sits in his easy chair,
forgets sometimes, and whispers low
to the dog who is not there.
And the little dog angel cocks his ears
and dreams that his master’s voice he hears.
And when at last his master waits
outside in the dark and cold,
for the hand of death to open the door,
that leads to those courts of gold,
he will hear a sound through the gathering dark,
a little dog angel’s bark.
* * *
We’ll see each other again, my best friend. I love you, Sheero.
Sheero passed away last Friday, 26 October 2007 at 6:25pm. She had a cardiac arrest leading to a coma, which in turn led to her passing.
I can’t tell you how much pain I am in right now. I wouldn’t even try to.
Sheero, I love you.