Theme: Carbonara Day
When: September 24, 2008
Manang Tin peemailed manong while manong peemailed manang and manang peemailed no one, and so it had been an afternoon of pure peemailing bliss before we got the part 2 of our Pasta Party started.
I managed to hack the hooman’s emails thru the help of my Spy sister, at it went something like..
Dy, kaon kamo sa balay ha? maluto kami carbonara
(Prof. Heinz’ translation: Dy, eat at home, ok? We will cook carbonara)
(Buy bread also because we were not able to buy, please tell Mich)
And so the hoomans went home,
Bringing their pasta deprived appetites
They replenished our sack of doggie meal,
Minus the Jetepar*,
And never forgot about the bread, too.
(Note from the Inu Ogler: we had to look for Poopie’s “Jetepar” per The Secretary’s and the Animal Doctor’s suggestion. Unfortunately, it was not sold in the pharmacy and the pet shop. It was during this time that Poopie was under medication after their bloody bout with the Evil Ticks from Down Under. Poopie just finished her Recovery Diet from the day before and so, we decided to give her boiled eggs, instead.)
Oooohh.. so many guests. And so many things to be excited about. Tita Jenny, manang’s officemate and Mommy Secretary’s sister brought some goodies for us from Manila.
Manang bought me a leash from Greenwoods Pet Clinic and THIS was Moymoy’s choice of color.
Don’t I look mighty handsome, Mommy Lilli?
I had some droolicious treat in a tube!
And my Mommy Lilli gave ME some extra bacon treats, too.
Thank you so much, mommy!
(Note from the inu ogler: Aki thinks that the toothpaste is also a ‘treat’ since it is poultry flavored. I’ve been having a difficult time brushing his teeth without the toothpaste being licked to Neverland.)
What’s this? Why are these hoomans huddled in that table when I am right here?
Manang tin is the only one paying attention to Aki
I was initially placed in my usual corner because Ms. Clavel, manang Tin and R’s officemate, supposedly had a traumatic experience with a dog.
“Oh pooh!” Poopie snorted.
Ms. Giselle with Poopie
She had already recovered slowly and was cuddled tightly in the arms of my new friend, Ms. Giselle. Ms. Giselle loves dogs. She even asked manang if she can have Poopie *eherm* sired by her poodle.
I heard the woof woman exclaiming in astonishment.
“She is still a puppy and there is no way that she will be allowed to have her own puppies very soon!”
Tsk tsk.. silly, over protective manangs.
Aki was forcing a kiss from Ms. Giselle
Oh! Oh! .. I hear camera clicks.
The hooman guests with Manang R (black Jersey)
But what good is a picture without the podsings of the Ilonggo House?
Manong, come close, I have a drooly brilliant idea.
And so we started our doggie trauma therapy session sans Prof. Heinz, who was in Bacolod City.
Manang had to explain the proper way of approaching and reaching out to a furry (and drooly gorgeous) stranger.
manang: Aki is a good boy, promise.
Everyone gave their assurance and testaments on how angelic, well-behaved and ultra cool I am.
Ah! Hard as a stick of bones.
manang: unless you are a living spaghetti sauteed rawhide, he won't bite you
The hooman wont budge.
She was deathly afraid of my handsome Labrador body.
manag tin: his fur is like cotton candy
In the end we weren’t able to get rid of her trauma entirely. (she chose the smallest fear-conquering alternative)
Ms. Clavel with Poopie
At least we were able to get these.
They did say that the first step is always the hardest. Who's trembling in fear now?
Woofy to Ms. Clavel for Conquering her Doggie Trauma!
Finally convinced Ms. Clavel to give Aki a pat in the back :)
Not bad for my first practice as a doggie trauma therapist.
Now, is there any one in need of some Koykoy lovin'?