Birthday Gals

I love birthdays. It’s always a happy occasions and its a great excuse to eat obscenely copious amounts of junk food.

The only exception is my own birthday. Like some incurable disease I dread it every year and wish it’ll never come. I’m sure i’m not the only one though, someone actually made up a name for it. Here’s a funny example of Fragapane Phobia.

But these gals I’ll gladly celebrate birthday for…

and especially so for this little peanut..

I just can’t bring myself to believe she has turned 11. That’s 77 doggie years. That’s ancient. Who would believe she’s 77?

Not me for sure.

Underbelly: Cute Pups Cruel Origins

Article courtesy of The Age (

SAY hello – and goodbye – to Nobby, the beagle who has become the sad face and birth-battered body of the RSPCA’s new campaign against the factory-farming of puppies.

The RSPCA is using the image of Nobby – tagged with the bitter caption ‘Employee of the Month’ – on billboards and its website in its bid to close down intensive commercial production of puppies and to seek a ban on their sale from pet shops.

When this photograph was taken in 2004, Nobby was a breeding bitch on a puppy farm at Learmonth, near Ballarat, owned by Dr Ron Wells, the former Victorian MP and vet.

After raids and a campaign by anti-puppy factory activists, the business was closed in 2005 under a confidential agreement with Ballarat Council.

But Nobby was already dead.

Campaigner Debra Tranter, who took the photo during a raid on the property, said this week she remains haunted by the image. ”I was making plans to go back to rescue her when a staff member told me she had been put down.”

Ms Tranter said the beagle had spent her entire life in appalling conditions on the farm. Her mother was a breeding bitch and at birth Nobby was also selected for breeding. ”They used to choose some of the female puppies and put them aside to replace the older breeding females,” she said. ”As the older females were killed off, the younger puppies, at six or seven months of age, would replace them. Nobby was one of those.”

She said the dog’s swollen, sagging mammaries were evidence of her life as a production-line breeder.

”It’s through the constant, back-to-back breeding; their bodies just don’t have time to recover. After anything up to 10 litters in a short period of time it’s inevitable that happens.

”We’ve rescued dogs similar to Nobby, with their mammaries hanging on the ground, and the vets have had to remove entire flaps of skin and just sew it back together, almost like a tummy tuck, to stop that dragging in the dirt.”

Former staff have told the RSPCA that many of Nobby’s puppies, like others at the property, suffered from what they described as a bacterial ”flesh-eating disease”, believed to be streptococcus canis, or necrotising fasciitis, which causes large areas of skin and underlying fatty tissue die and peel away.

The puppies were either euthanased or lost limbs. At least one of them was secretly rescued by a staffer, though it lost half of a back leg. Called Trilogy, not only for it’s three legs but also because it was born on March 3, 2003, she is still alive and well.

Staff members said Nobby would grieve each time her puppies were removed: ”She was well known as the howler as every time her pups were taken from her, she would howl for days.

”A lot of the dogs do grieve every time they have a litter of puppies taken off them,” said Ms Tranter.

”The pups are not properly weaned; they’re taken straight off mum, put into the truck and driven to the pet shop. It’s this constant cycle of pregnancy or feeding puppies. There’s real psychological damage done to these dogs.”

RSPCA spokesman Tim Pilgrim said there could be no better image for the new campaign: “Nobby epitomises the hopelessness and deprivation associated with puppy factories.

”The image represents the continuous cycle of pregnancy into which so many of the animals in puppy factories are forced. The mothers have little rest or reprieve between litters and are used as breeding machines to churn out as many puppies as possible for sale in pet stores, online or in newspapers.”

Dr Wells did not return calls from The Sunday Age.

Baby and Lucas

are the 2 dogs I have. They get the same amount of love, attention and equal spanking opportunities when they don’t obey the house rules. D-man and myself love them to bits and would never trade them for anything. Nothing in this world can buy them!!!

Unless its 100 million US dollars.

In cold hard cash.

And provided we are granted visiting rights.

Then we might consider cloning them.

Anyways my point is, this 2 dogs of mine, are very different in every aspect. Baby is the big dog trapped in a short, small, stumpy body, whose sunkissed golden fur grows 2 cm everyday and flows like silk in the wind. Lucas is a chicken trapped in a hound’s white and black spotted body, with an otter’s tail attached.

Lucas sits by my bed and guards me while I am asleep..

Conscientious and careful of every movement and unfamiliar sounds…

He sits obediently for his food, his walk and waits for us to finish watchy telly before starting to peddle his toys to us.

Lucas can do tricks like left and right hand shakes, sit still, down, and jumps over high walls and hola hoops when asked.

While Baby has very different skill sets.

She lies on my bed all day….

And gets away with murder.

You see, life is always fair. :)

White Picket Fence

Photo courtesy of A Spoonful of Sugar

I finally understood why many women want the house with the white picket fence. It’s beyond cute, and the perfect symbol of a happy, contented family living in a suburban house filled with children’s running footsteps down the halls, dotting it with laughter.

This “house”, which is a neat little cafe tucked on Saiyuan near Rawai beach on Phuket had such a picket fence. Not that you can see any of its closed up photos here because the dork who is writing this was so mesmerized she forgot to take any photos of the actual white picket fence.

If you don’t ever want to read any of my post ever again, I would totally understand.

But I did take photos of what I actually really NEED in my future white-picket-fenced house. I want a patio like this, with a huge tree next to it, installed with a hammock next to the squirrel highway (you can’t see it here but those bottle brush tails were so utterly adorable I wanted to bring some home).

And old, white-washed wooden furniture like these, where many evenings would be spent over a pot of tea watching the sunset.

Where, most importantly, such creatures would be invited to stay as long as they fancy.

Labour Day

was labourous indeed. We went to the farm and bathed many many dogs. Have to say though the aching back and sunburnt backs were totally worthed it when we saw the grateful looks on the little furry ones.

Took this little girl call Emma out for a walk. She was timid and extremely shy and the slightest stuff scared her. Being caged up all your life with no contact to other human and surroundings does that to you.

This sweet peanut is up for adoption, and so are the many others at the shelter. In fact there are more dogs for adoption out there than you can imagine. Would you give them a chance?


A wonderfully kind group of people had come together to rescue 80 very uncared for and some very ill breeding dogs. We are trying all our best to help in various ways,  by giving monetary means or time.  Please check out their updates and wishlist here.

If you have any of the items to donate, please contact us, and D-man and I would be more than happy to arrange collection from you kind souls.

*We understand not everyone might have the means to donate, but spreading the word is a way to educate people about buying puppies and creating demand for such unnecessary cruelty.