a hairless bichon

He now looks like a white beagle (with smaller ears) instead of a bichon the breed suppose to be famous for its big and fluffy hairs. In any case, he can still stand up in the case of fish fresh out of package. "Can I have a bite?" the excitement seemed to help him get over with being hairless.

new hair style

A before shot.

An after shot.

Petsmart has done very effective job to take away all his mats, as well as his hair. It must be shock for him to lose a sweater (or fur coat) in this early spring days, he could not stop barking all the way home. He must get exhausted after the three long hours in the salon, and chose to lie down in his favorite spot and think over what just happened...

noise

"what is he doing right now? Go check", a request after the house remained suspiciously quiet for 3 minutes
"do I have to walk to the other room to check him out?"
"yes. you must".
"he is just messing around in the sofa", a quick peek
...
"No! cartman, return my slipper!", chasing followed
"guess what, here is one piece of your Ramba. btw, did you know it is missing?"
"I see, he was roaming around me for quite a while, he must grab this one when he got me distracted by those noises he made..." The man raised head from kitchen floor where many pieces of components were scattered.


he has a small red football with squeaking noises.
Half of the night last night he was lying on the floor, the red ball in the mouth.
Hence the V day's night was celebrated in those squeakest tunes.

dog show and jet lag

TV was on, the channel was fixed on a dog show, Matrix was in PIP window so to be switched over if anything interesting coming up. He was laying besides me, both of us on sofa. After three weeks apart, he fell in love with me immediately at the first sight he saw me again yesterday. I was like the honey to a hungry bee (or a fly, hehe... thinking of the dirty mouth), he could not stop jumping into my face, showering me with all the kisses. While he was doing all that, he managed to ignore completely his male owner who was heartbroken of course. "Mummy is more interesting than the dirty socks in your hand, man!" My sweet little dog went my way only despite his other owner's desperate attempt to lure him closer. hehe... BTW, he grows into a one year old bishon now, very big with long hair. He currently looks like a dog wearing a piece of old and rugged sweater; or a dog wearing lots of instant noddle. A full grooming service has been ordered, unfortunately the earliest appointment is next Monday. He has to stay as this rugged sweater dog for a while...