Bacchus

15th May
2010
written by tom

As my wife pointed out, the two weeks that I was away from home meant I missed out on, well, two weeks of Gillian’s growing up.

She also suggested that the same two weeks amounted to three and a half months of Bacchus’s growing up. Can you imagine?

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28th September
2009
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Happy Birthday Bacchus

6th June
2009
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It seems baby and Bacchus are more alike than we previously thought.

For example:

  1. Both love to tear up tissue paper;
  2. Both find their way, without fail, to the master bathroom;
  3. Both are afraid of balloons;
  4. Both like mangoes;
  5. Both tend to find, and subsequently munch on, clothe-pegs;
  6. Their sighs are pretty much the same.
30th May
2009
written by tom
He loves denim

He loves denim

After a long day chasing kids and barking at random things, being cuddled and stroked by some many people, and being treated to so many doggies snacks, poor Bacchus doesn’t know what to do and takes shelter between my legs.

Later, upstairs in the apartment, he is back to his devilsih best.

27th May
2009
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He is lord of all he surveys

He is lord of all he surveys

19th May
2009
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Bacchus, extract of poem by John Hartley Williams

Bacchus, extract of poem by John Hartley Williams

11th May
2009
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The disaster of that ludicrous film “Marley and Me”, filled to the brim with puke-inducing sentimentality and claptrap, led me to despair at the past and future of proper Canine films; not least among the failings of “Marley and Me” is the very absence of canine representation. Surely our friends are deserving of a more accurate and intelligent portrayal?

Fortunately, the recent 22nd Singapore International Film Festival brought two gems to these shores. Both Dean Spanley and Wendy & Lucy engage and explore in ways which get to the very heart of our relationship with our best friends.

2nd March
2009
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21st January
2009
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Dog captured in Police Dragnet

Dragnet

Canine netted

Canine netted

19th January
2009
written by tom

Bacchus has perfected the art of policing. Here, the 15 month old Shetland Sheepdog is seen in action as he disarms and overpowers a dangerous suspect with minimum force. The unidentified suspect, seen to the right in baby disguise, was later remanded in custody pending further investigation.

Suspect

Canine captures suspect

9th January
2009
written by tom

It was a dark and stormy evening. No kidding.

Bacchus and I spent the hour before sunset walking around the Cove yesterday. It was just us boys, and Bacchus decided to sniff his way south-west along the newly opened section of the walkway along the beach front.

As we neared the end of the old walkway, we noticed some policemen cordoning off a small area in one of the homes under construction. Ah, it must have been a work-related accident or client-contractor disagreement. Nothing could be more mundane: the workers had discovered an unexploded bomb. There it was, protruding from the garden. Keen to learn a little about the origin of the bomb, I chatted with other interested bystanders nearby. Unknown to me, Bacchus was happily sniffing away around where the bomb lay.

Perhaps he fancies himself as a part of the Police’s Canine Unit, or Bomb Disposal Unit. No, he didn’t pee on it.

We continued our exploration. It is really quite a sight: the area is very well maintained and the stormy weather made for an even enjoyable experience, as these photos show.

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.

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!

22nd June
2008
written by tom
leave me alone ... zzzz

leave me alone ... zzzz

Bacchus even sleeps upside down.

22nd May
2008
written by tom

I tried to explain to my buddy what had just happened, what we, in various states of anxiety and anticipation, had just witnessed: the magnitude of the event, its world-historical importance; the significance of their achievement, both for themselves as well as for the institution.

It finally hit me. I knew what to say.

Bacchus, it is like a big bone, a great big bone. A bone as big as you.

a great big bone

a great big bone

Ah, I see his tail start to wag. Now he understands what it means for Manchester United to win the European Cup.

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