Merry Christmas!

We had a fabulous Christmas day. Lots of people came to our house and we had lots of cuddles and treats.


This man asked if Our Oscar was collapsable.  He's nuts.



Me posing

I thought I'd left a bone in here somewhere????

Oscar's in trouble again....he chewed mum's pen

I helped mum to open her presents

Wish I had thumbs!



Look what we got!!









Pugs dinner time...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=05zERhr_rPo

Plastic holly berries are not edible Our Oscar....

Me sulking

I didn't want to go out in the rain so I hid.

Our Oscar's in trouble again..... mum made a table decoration...

But she dropped a bit and our Oscar found it.....

and chewed it up! Mum had to chase him for ages before she managed to catch him.

Our Oscar showing santa how to clean his eyes

Please Tita, may we have some chicken?

This nice lady came to our house!



Pool day!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RUnZIsrztKg

Our Oscar loves playing in the pool. Check out the videos.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lwWyazjI3jg

Dad's tricks and treats...

Me havng a sneaky peek at dad's breakfast.  He put it right where I could find it and then wouldn't share it with me. My dad's mean :-(

Medical Procedure

He made me undergo medical treatments. He  grabbed me and put yucky stuff in my eye......

then he got out the Instrument of Torture - the nail clippers!  I tried to run away but he caught me.  He tried to cut all my nails but I wriggled so much he could only manage a few.  I suppose this means another visit from Dr Racky. I don't like Dr Racky cos he brings a man with him to hold me still then I have no choice but to have 'em cut. Grrrrrrr

Instrument of Torture

I forgave him when he gave us our favourite ice cream though.

Dad's not happy.  He wanted to ice The Cake.....he followed the recipe to the letter but look what happened to his royal icing.....

Disaster!
















He had to go to the shop and buy some more icing sugar and start again.

I still say he should have decorated it with liver pate and chicken strips. Oh well, maybe he'll make us one of our own.  Now where's that recipe book....

 



Our Oscar's in trouble again. He got to my bed first. Shove over Oscar and let me in!

Dad's cooking....again...

Dad's making mincemeat so we can have mince pies for Christmas.  The shops here don't sell mincemeat so he has to make his own. Our Oscar got really excited cos dad was bashing about in the kitchen again and he thought he might be in for a treat...

Oh boy was he upset when he found there was no meat in the mince!

Our Oscar's in trouble again.  Dad had just 'cleaned' the garden then went to inspect his precious orchids.  Then he had to wash his flipflops....

Pest.

This is our cousin Kuta. He has snow where he lives so he has to wear a scarf  to keep warm.  

What's snow?

Winter Wonderland....not

Our Oscar's in trouble again. He couldn't resist jumping up and snatching the serviette hanging off the plate.  It looked scrumptious!

Posing with dad.

Me mam took some photos in the garden tonight.  I was posing like a supermodel but Our Oscar wouldn't sit still on the chair so she took pics of me on my own.

Our Oscar's in trouble again. Look what he did whilst I was busy modelling ..

What am I going to do with him?

Christmas is coming.....

This is me posing in my Christmas outfit. Handsome don't you think?

My mam tried to take a photo of Our Oscar too but he wouldn't let her put his jacket on.  He thought it was a great game though.  She gave up in the end and just took some of me.  I posed really well as you can see.

Oscar helped to get the decorations out.

Then he helped dad to find the soldering iron he bought last year so he could fix the brand new decorations mam had just bought cos 2 of them wouldn't light up.  (She wasn't happy.)    He couldn't find the soldering iron so he's gone to Ace Hardware to buy another one. (He's not happy either.)

Oscar's in trouble again....we don't need a DNA test to figure out who chewed the tree lights!

The guilty one

 

Nose Wrinkle Cleaning

Now if there's one thing me 'n Our Oscar love, it's having a bath.  I pretend I'm at a Spa and sit back, relax and revel in the delights of feeling my skin being nourished and cleansed by the warm, soapy, sweet-smelling suds..........I could sit there all day.....aaaahhhhhh.

But Our Oscar splashes about and drinks the water and wriggles and squirms till the kitchen (and dad) end up wet through.  Oscar's tongue comes in really handy for cleaning his eyes - wish I could do that! 

We quite like the ear cleaning bit but we hate having our nose wrinkle tampered with.  I mean, how would you like it?  Dad said he has to do it or we smell like a bog.  And what's wrong with that may I ask?

Hey Oscar - I hope you haven't pee'd in this water!

The Cake

Dad's happy again.  He found the icing sugar he'd been looking for at the shop mam told him to go to in the first place - the local Landmark. He's going to have a go at putting marzipan and icing on The Cake today. Our Oscar can hear lots of banging and clattering about in the kitchen and he's standing guard outside the kitchen door just in case dad needs him to help lick  spoons clean or lick up cake crumbs off the floor. Oscar has a particular talent for licking up crumbs as me mam says he has a tongue the size of an Doberman. 

Oscar's in trouble again.  Dad bought us these really neat toys and he fills them with up with bits of food. We chase 'em and knock 'em over, the food spills out then me and Oscar can have a bit of a scrap to see who can eat the most treats in the shortest time.  They're for cats really and they have pink feathers on the top but we don't care cos anything that has food inside has to be good right?  Wrong.  Oscar thought it would be nice to pluck one of the feathers off the top and dashed to dad to show how clever he was.  It backfired...dad chased Oscar to retrieve the feather but just as he grabbed him Oscar swallowed it.  Dad said it would help him find Oscar's turd in the garden tomorrow morning as it'll be the one with the big pink flag on top.  Every cloud....

Have a nice day. 

Manny



Welcome to our world

My dad's upset.  He's made a Christmas cake.  He meticulously fed it with brandy every week and it looks and smells delicious. But now he can't find a shop that sells icing sugar so he can't decorate it. He's English and in England you can buy icing sugar all over the place. But they don't have Tesco or Asda or Waitrose in Manila. He says the Filipino shop assistants don't know what icing sugar is, they just say 'yes sir' and walk away.   He tried asking for confectioner's sugar but still no luck.  We've tried to console him and gave him an extra big lick on the chin.  We think he should forget the icing and decorate the cake with chicken strips and liver pate. Yum yum.