Sunday & Sis

You could say today was a good Sunday for me, because for the first time in several weeks, Sis has been home the WHOLE day. I didn't get to see her at all yesterday, because she left for work early and came home at 3 thinking she'd get some time with me, but the smart ass she is, she left her keys at home. Mum and Dad weren't home either, so she couldn't get in. So, she decided to leave for some other work, and came home only at 10.30 pm. so When I saw her after 14 hours, I was pretty excited, and I smothered her with love, for about 5 minutes.
 Sis and I have these, "I miss you" sessions when I see her after long hours. I love these sessions with her, because she is the ONLY person who I can lick to eternity without grossing out, or getting pushed away. Our "I miss you" sessions start from the moment I see her, when she calls out to me. We both freeze in our spots, expecting the other person to come close first. I wait for her to call out to me a gazillion times and never budge until she makes the first move.

After calling my name 4-5 times, she usually gives in and takes the first step towards me. I run then to her, she drops her bags, sits on the floor, no matter where we are, puts me on her lap and begins scratching behind my ears while constantly chanting "I missed you!". In response , I lick her to death and nibble on her ears. I guess it tickles her, cause she laughs uncontrollably whenever I do it, but I guess she loves it too, cause she never stops me from doing it. I throw in a kiss or two, here and there and that thrills her the most. So that was the end of Saturday, but Sunday was a different ball game altogether!

Sis woke up at around 12.30 pm, and we all thought she would head out and be busy as usual, but something changed her mind and she stayed home! I got a nice belly rub from her today, we played  "Fetch" a LOT and she took me out in the afternoon for about 15 minutes.
It was fun going out to the back of the house with her today. She clicked a crazy amount of pictures of me (see all the pics here), played "Running and Catching" with me, and waited about while I peed on every plant possible.

We came home, she washed me, gave me a treat and another belly rub. I slept for some time, and after I woke up she played with me some more, then she fed me and took me out to pee again at 7.00pm.

We thought we'd be able to stay out for a long time, but suddenly Sis spotted Choco (our neighbour's cocker spaniel) roaming about without a leash. Just as she was lamenting about how odd it is that Choco be out and it could be dangerous for me, from out of the blue, appeared Shera and Simba (again, our neighbour's giant male labs who don't seem to like me very much- I tell from the way they bark at me every time I pass their house). They surrounded me and started to smell my butt! (Eww. I hate it when dogs do that!). Sis freaked out a bit, and picked me up in her arms not-so-swiftly ( I AM 11.5 kilograms heavy , you know), and stood a deathly still while silently reassuring me that things are gonna be fine and they aren't going to attack me (I love it when she does that!). Of course, me being the giant chicken I am (regularly terrified by large plastic bags, and noisy aluminium vessels), I was scampering about in her arms, totally freaked out, my eyes almost popping out!

Luckily, Shera and Simba got bored of my butt smell, and walked away, and we made it home, alive. All in all, a fun, super Sunday with sis!

Woof!

Chewing & Not-Toys

It's almost like a fetish I tell you, and I'm not even teething anymore! I can just chew, chew, chew, and never get tired of it. When I was little, Mom, Dad and Sis didn't have a choice, because I had that excuse of "teething". Pencils, pens, sis' laptop charger, sis' mobile charger, sis' mobile, the carpet, mom's slippers and practically everything except my toys, I loved to chew on.

Even though I stopped chewing EVERYTHING eventually, I never got rid of the habit completely. I have this thing for stuff they deny me, especially sis' hair bands. That, and denim legs. *drools*.

I LOVE jeans, I always catch hold of visitors' jeans' legs and chew on it until they get bored of dragging me along while they walk. They find it endearing. I just think it's fun to watch you walk like that!

But more than denim, it's the rubber bands that get me going! I see one and I'm as good as a kleptomaniac in store without CCTV. My rubber band theft operation is better than the camouflage of chameleons! You'd never realize when and where I got the rubber band, but I'll be lying in a corner happily chewing on it, and the moment I sense you could be watching me, I just tuck the rubber band in my mouth and pretend as though nothing happened, with an innocent look to go with it. Of course, mom and sis have learned to see through me now, and I just give in when they spot me, but once in a way I like to put up a little fight and get them to chase me around the house to retrieve their belongings!!

It's fun to get them chase me, because I do decisive circles around the dining table, and since I'm a LOT closer to the ground than they are, I can see their legs, and where they're moving, and avoid them with perfect tactics. For a while. Actually, until they gang up on me and corner me.

Sigh, I love chewing on things I'm not supposed to chew.

WoOf!

Memories and Weight Loss

Well, this is an old photo too. On Mum and Dad's wedding anniversary in 2009. I was just about 10 months old then. Mum thought it would be fun to make me wear a tie and see how smart I did look. The tie was too big for me (still is) and I ended up looking like a cute idiot, but who cares. The only this is, this photo makes me feel bad about how thin I used to be... *sigh*...I've just put on SO MUCH weight in the last year it is ridiculous!

I'm working my way to getting back into shape now. I can't stop myself from eating, so my family feeds me only what I really need. Being cute has its disadvantages. People want to feed you when you're cute! Anyways... I don't intend on putting on anymore weight!!! So wish me luck in my weight loss plan!

Woof!

Coffee & Crosswords

Yep, you guessed that right!! I do love Coffee and Crosswords!

So yeah, this picture was taken when I was 3 months old. Dad used to let me help him solve crosswords that came in the newspapers everyday, while we drank coffee and I chewed on his pencils. I've given up on it though.... I just chew pencils and pee on the newspaper now. Actually I just chew my sister's hair bands a LOT :)

W00F!

The Dog Blog

This.Could.Be.An.Introduction.

With a much delayed entry into this labyrinth of blogging, I put my foot forward, or should I say my paw?

Let's get on with it.

I am Sumo.

I am a male Pug

I live in Chennai

I was born on April 4th 2008

I LOVE food.

I LOVE baths

I LOVE my daily pamper-hour

People around me think I'm pretty smart, but I'm just a well trained dumb dog. Or so I let them believe

I have no clue what I'm doing on a blog

My bark is pretty faint (anyone got any tips to make by bark louder?)

I'm looking for a fling/mate/partner (no relationships please, One-hour stands are my preference)

and yes... I'm on Facebook :)

and with that introduction, went down fighting, a few more posts.

Anyways.... nap time!

Woof!