Archive for September, 2008

28th September
2008
written by tom
Our Bacchus Boy turned One (or 7, depending on how you look at it) on Sunday. We gave him a new water bowl and a food plate as presents.
Happy Birthday, Bacchus!

Happy Birthday, Mr. Bacchus!

And several food treats. I wish he'd do something about that fuzzy hair around his ears, though.
27th September
2008
written by tom

Gillian's Godmother

Ladies and Gentlemen, we are so proud to introduce Gillian's Godmother! "Godmother" is "Madrina" in Spanish, right, Pilar?

And of course she is hurrying us to register Gillian at UWC already.

25th September
2008
written by tom
I want milk! (I think)

I want milk!

On her less distinguished days, Gillian resorts to crying instead of reasoned discourse.
23rd September
2008
written by tom
Years from now, once I am old and frail, lacking words and the strength to say what I wish, allow me to relive and share the moment captured in this image, this glimpse of my feelings for you - everything that I can ever feel for you.

This is how I feel about you

20th September
2008
written by tom
Now that Bacchus has nutured himself to pee outside, we've decided to cancel our subscription to The Straits Times.
15th September
2008
written by tom
Mr. Bacchus

Mr. Bacchus

It was not too long ago that we first took our Mr. Bacchus for a walk. I seem to recall this was when he was about 6 months old and all the vaccinations were in order. He took an age to climb the 26 steps; we took it for granted that all canines came with climbing capabilities. Instead, he took it - literally - one step at a time. We started taking him for regular walks, and aside from Bacchus's first struggles climbing the imposing staircase up to the gardens, the routine became a pleasant one, for us and for Bacchus. Soon, we were forced to question another of our assumptions: puppies are naturally pre-disposed to peeing on grass. Simply not true. You would never guess it, but it appears we have toilet trained our Bacchus to perfection. Many were the days, and long were the walks, when wifey and I would return home frustrated at Bacchus' reluctance to mark territory. This failure to colonise puzzled us no end. Today, however, my wife called at the office to report the good news. Bacchus was freely marking turf.
This land is my land!
3rd September
2008
written by tom
baby with diaper on head

baby with diaper on head (2nd Sept.)

baby after her bath (3rd Sept.)