...finally i get to spend some time with my baby Fybie...i do feel that it is a little unfair to her for my busy schedule and thus i spent so little time with her..but it took off well at the right note when i walk with her at the safety traffic park near my place. wanted to spend some time at the swing while i surf intenet on mobile modem, but the mosquitoes killed my mood. darn, we ended everything in a flash and reached home before i can say anything.
it was a wednesday when i took leave...but i am not that free after all.. a late morning and a sumptous breakfast to start off the day...but at least i got some time to prepare a good breakfast for Fybie...play with her and of cos time to nag and complain about not having enough time again...thanks to mark for lending me his slr so I have got to make a trip to the bank, then to the office to collect the camera from Mark, pay bills, make a trip to facial and finally home sweet home...only then will i be able to spend time playing with Fybie and talking all kinds of pictures of her...she sure is a baby...keke...
one warm night, i brought Fybie slow jogging and she loved it. 3 rounds plus some "upstairs" and "downstairs". i think Fybie has a thorough workout. just nice for her weekly bath. :)
shout out to mark: thanks mark for the camera, it was the best thing that happened in this long break... all thanks to you!!!!
to Fybie: baby, thanks mark kor kor okie... without mark kor kor, we would not be able to make that peaceful trip to muar...he is such a nice kor kor hor...
anyway, that night, i was still quite restricted and did not spend much time with my baby Fybie cos i need to prepare for my basic theory test...well for the next day...good luck to me. 
in the meantime, luckily i had my darling with me to accompany one another...
in the meantime, luckily i had my darling with me to accompany one another...yes, once again i did not spend much time with fybie playing..just a little here and little there cos i have to prepare for my basic theory test. ok. its funny to be anxious over 50mcq questions, i know. but i think i am anxious cos i want to quickly pass driving and get to drive Fybie around. Fybie hor! anyways...mummy says this to Fybie all the time: mummy loves you so much....muacks...
ok. done with basic theory test. 3 hrs after i got my results slip and then i am back home with fybie again. haiz...reminder. its thursday only k. so felix is not with me tonight. so fybie and me slept together...just the 2 of us...its always very comforting for me to wake in the middle of the night to find fybie sleeping either (1) above my head, (2) below my feet (3) under the bed besides me and (4) inside her own bed.
well...its friday morning...a public holiday. so it means time for outing and gathering...eh...mum and dad are out for house visiting, so it leaves me and fybie okie...its a wonderful time spent preparing for fybie's breakfast...keke i cooked an egg...while i was trying to decide between half boiled or hard boiled, the egg turned out to be half boiled in the centre as well as the yoke and hard boiled on the surface. paiseh, cos i boiled the egg. but Fybie likes it. as usual, a diligent licker like her never fails to lick all the egg from the knibbles which i painstakingly stirred and mix well with...well... so for the rest of the knibbles, as usual, i feed her with my palms...
came afternoon....it was time for one to one with Fybie...
did i mention that Fybie has been barking profusely at the door whenever she hears sounds outside our house...so this is what i thought and did. i opened the door widely with the gates closed and sat with fybie at the gate. while Fybie is sleeping in the breeze, i was stoking her gently while i was blogging about Bell. it was a wonderful one to one session as i coax Fybie to sleep. yes, she was still barking at times...but at least she was not alone and she was able to sleep very very peacefully. time flies when we are enjoying it. soon, dad and mum are back. so we left our comfort zone and paused that one to one session.
when felix arrived, we were all prepared to bring Fybie to the dog cafe at turf city. Fybie was excited to leave the house and she could not stop fidgeting in the car. but at the cafe itself, she was very different. there were golden retrievers, shetland, jack russell terrier, corgi, huskies and etc. this means that there were a lot of other bigger and older dogs in the cafe. even though they are fellow canines, but i have a feeling that fybie felt like she was in a sea of sharks. she was in absolute alert mode. red going on black alert mode, just like swine flu...ewww. well, how do we tell, i think its pretty obvious when she hardly sits still, she does not eat and drink peacefully and her gaze are all over the place at each and every other dogs. take care of her paws, legs, rear and everything. when she has a chance, she scrambles and scratch just so she can climb above me. well, of cos i try to keep her down. done trying to feed her the pot pie, we decided to bring her to the doggy playground to play and join in the fun. heh. once again, she demonstrates her perfect scrambling skills and best hunting skill for the perfect hideout: under the see saw, bridge. well, nothing's new, she does not like to climb, nor crawl under the tunnel... haha, we gotta carry her and bring her paws and feet step by step onto the bridge and walk her paws and feet one by one. phew, tiring, but i still love her. felix was having fun snapping shots. man, thanks to felix for suggesting to bring 3 ladies (me, my sister and fybie) to dog cafe to satisfy our hunger and need for a place to house a man, two women and a dog. guess what. well, in return, to satisfy his need to take nice shots, i have to sacrifice my fragrance and feminity. first of all, we unleashed Fybie and test her stamina to stand and stare at me walk away. as assuring as we hope, Fybie's gaze never left me. Once felix let go of her, she ran, together with the tagging leash, she headed straight at me. well, she jumped on me. good girl Fybie!!! okie one more time, and we tested, and we succeeded. so Fybie does follow me. so now, this is where my sacrifices are. i have to run from one end to the other end so that my dearest darling can take a good action photo of Fybie running. errr, i was in heels and wearing a super short shorts with a nice black top. haiz, what a sacrifice. the shots enlarged my weakness and ugliness: my fats. alamak. but Fybie looks great running with me for a while. then we tried to make her walk by herself up and down the bridge. she managed to do it a couple of times and finally came the moment when she was on the straight end of the bridge, she walked backwards and FELL! man! my heartaches like mad and then it was my turn to scramble towards her, snatching her from the ground and carry her in my arms and hugging her, patting and massaging her legs...oh my god. she fell from that height, it must have been a bad experience. she must have been frightned to the core. immediately we decided to return home. once we return home, i cleaned her and heat up her left over pot pie, but she still has no appetite to eat. she barely ate anything. as usual, when there is no food we can get into her mouth, there is always the b fruit: banana. she loves it.
ok, cut the story short, change of plans, felix place. ok, so as usual, i am the one packing for Fybie. eh....her sofa bed and mattress, turtle, fabric bone, dishbowl, peepad, food, canned food, hello kitty spoon and fork, leash and most importantly, bananas.with my own clothing, we have 3-4 big bags of stuff to carry. ha, we look like we are going on a 10 days trip to europe. though the stuff were heavy, at least i felt safe and assured, knowing we have all the things that Fybie needs. err...as per normal, Fybie barks at strange noises. one beautiful thing happened. she poo on the pee pad. errr, thats the first pile of poo. immediately, she stood up and shifted her rear before she squat and poo again. that was out of the pee pad. what is she thinking? and what was she trying to do? find a good spot or mood to do her job?
while she was doing her business, felix was fixing up the best thing for Fybie: her dinner. as you can see, we are still trying very hard to feed Fybie. so before we disembark here, we routed to macpherson minimart to get breast meat and chicken drumlet to cook Fybie's dinner. now, felix is cooking her dinner. macaroni with cheese, chicken breast meat and rice. eh, same thing, no appetite, only took some macaroni. i think the fall make her frightened and affected her appetite, mood and courage. poor Fybie. finally, we all slept till the next day, not without countless barks from Fybie whenever there is strange noises or people walking around in the house.
late morning. Fybie hardly slept. heated breakfast, but none was swallowed. well, we always have banana to fall back on. think its the fall. soon we finally got up for my haircut while felix and Fybie had quality time together. before long, we are on our way home. my heart breaks when i know she is still listless and ate nothing much in the morning. so one can of cesar lamb for teabreak. as usual, when i sleep, Fybie sleeps besides me. man, i cannot tell you how much i love my baby. When i woke for my dinner, i prepared her dinner. she hardly eats too. so now my appetite is affected. eh, i go for vege only. in the end, i have to dump her food. at night, she was better...playing and running about more energetically than yesterday and in the morning.
a nice and simple sat just went passed.
sun. a trip to the coffeeshop, thinking we can have a peaceful family breakfast, but the kopitim boss is there, so our hopes are all dashed. in the end, i had to take away my breakfast and speed up my whole process. before reaching home, i decided to walk her and we spend a good 20 mins at the swing. i think she enjoyed it. her appetite returned. was not fantastic, but she ate. well, then it was sleeping time. after my disgusting driving lesson, we spend good quality time together.... and we played fetch and catch till wee hours. Fybie is not a big eater, but she is a big licker and player. man i love her. and i love the man who got me Bell and Fybie.
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