<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:35:37.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>***Benji Boy aka the Miniature Schnauzer***</title><subtitle type='html'>*Woof woof* and *lick lick* everyone! Welcome to my blog! My name is Benji and I am a Salt&amp;Pepper Miniature Schnauzer. Wanna know more about me? Then visit my blog often okay? *Lick*</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-371333271088124590</id><published>2008-02-10T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:46:36.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy One-Year-Old, Jessie!</title><content type='html'>Today is Jessie's birthday! She is officially one-year old already! Woo-hoo! Mom will make us some feast tomorrow since she has just gotten back from her hometown today and is super busy unpacking and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we found one of Jessie's old picture, taken on the first day she joined our family! She was about two months old then. How cute she used to be!!! Whenever mommy and daddy and I recall the day when she was still a puppy... we cringed! She was cute and all but she shrieked and cried a lot! I lost a lot of my quality sleep-time during those months! (Yeah, mommy and daddy too...) Now, she is just as obedient as I am. A little naughty and barky at times but still bearable! Phew!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jessie, just wanna wish you a Happy Birthday and may your wish of jumping onto the comfy human-bed (when Mom and Dad are away) comes true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/R6_FeFYcJWI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/0bJVoNM9zxc/s1600-h/DSC02624+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/R6_FeFYcJWI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/0bJVoNM9zxc/s320/DSC02624+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165564418248680802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-371333271088124590?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/371333271088124590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=371333271088124590&amp;isPopup=true' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/371333271088124590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/371333271088124590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-one-year-old-jessie.html' title='Happy One-Year-Old, Jessie!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/R6_FeFYcJWI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/0bJVoNM9zxc/s72-c/DSC02624+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-5211520134254329136</id><published>2008-02-02T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:46:37.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freshly Groomed Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/R6SNEfhlJdI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qfarNote_Ms/s1600-h/IMG_1227.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/R6SNEfhlJdI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qfarNote_Ms/s320/IMG_1227.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162406181194769874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/R6SNEvhlJeI/AAAAAAAAAMI/GOUOj2oHOvs/s1600-h/IMG_1216.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/R6SNEvhlJeI/AAAAAAAAAMI/GOUOj2oHOvs/s320/IMG_1216.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162406185489737186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, here are two pictures of me taken by mommy after my grooming last week. Ms. Groomer really took away lots of my fur as per mom's request. Yeah, Mommy is lazy to groom me everyday since my hair get really matted easily (which I think it was caused by playing too much with Jessie. We love to play wrestling, you see!) so she requested Ms. Groomer to keep my fur as short as possible!&lt;br /&gt;I am ok with any "hair-style" since I know I will look great in anything. Shaggy look, typical schnauzer look, all-short look, anything!!! Altho' I can't imagine how I will look being bald. Hope that won't happen to me!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the best part of having super short fur is that mom finally saw how thin I am (Not that I am unhealthily thin... but she used to think I am a bit on the chubby side coz of my super curly hairy fur) and started to give me a little more kibbles. Heh heh...&lt;br /&gt;For the CNY, me will be following daddy back to his hometown as usual, together with Jessie. Oh well, we can't see mom for the four days during the CNY holidays. I am sure mom will miss us a lot. Hopefully she will bring some goodies for me and Jessie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-5211520134254329136?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5211520134254329136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=5211520134254329136&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/5211520134254329136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/5211520134254329136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2008/02/freshly-groomed-pictures.html' title='Freshly Groomed Pictures'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/R6SNEfhlJdI/AAAAAAAAAMA/qfarNote_Ms/s72-c/IMG_1227.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-2257201517244308354</id><published>2008-01-26T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T00:05:10.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jabbie Time Again!</title><content type='html'>How time flies! I just had my 1st yearly jab last Sunday. Daddy sent mommy and I to the clinic while he went to do some errands. Mommy said that she felt sooo embarassed having to deal with me coz I was behaving like a lunatic that day! She can't really blamed me coz I am a very friendly dog and I love meeting people! Anyway, I didn't really do anything loony that day, really. All I did was to "whine" desperately while jumping up and down when I saw some human beings walking into the clinic. I didn't think they felt offended though coz some of them actually were squealling with excitement when they saw me. I personally thought I looked kinda charming that day! But poor mommy had to carry me super tight to prevent me from rushing over and jumping over them. What a spoilsport mommy is...  She said the next round (next year!), she must make sure that Daddy is around to control me. :(    No fun......&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh...grooming day tomorrow! Must make sure Mommy tell Ms.Groomer what cut I would like to have... Mommy said Chinese New Year is coming and I must look my very best! Will try to post some pictures of me, handsome and freshly groomed once Mommy is free...  Cheerio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-2257201517244308354?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2257201517244308354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=2257201517244308354&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/2257201517244308354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/2257201517244308354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2008/01/jabbie-time-again.html' title='Jabbie Time Again!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-8368489747982599624</id><published>2007-12-16T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T15:55:11.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessie and the coffee!</title><content type='html'>While mom was busy upstairs in her room yesterday evening, Jessie managed to find herself a sachet of instant coffee power! I totally had no idea where she found it since all this while, none of us (meaning me and Jessie) had any interest in coffee at all! Anyway, Jessie chewed on the sachet until it was torn into pieces and ate the whole instant coffee power! She eventually brought some small bits of the sachet upstairs, hid herself under the bed and continue chewing!&lt;br /&gt;It was then when mom realised something was wrong coz the whole room smelt of coffee! Mom bend down and saw Jessie under the bed with a small piece of the sachet left on her mouth! It's too late to do anything by then coz she had already finished the whole sachet! Mom was wondering where did Jessie found it and went downstairs to check. As at now, she totally had no idea where Jessie could have gotten it! And Mom was wondering whether me, Handsome-and-Good-Boy, Benji had anything to do with it (accomplice!)...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like C.S.I., you will just have to wait for the proof! This morning, Jessie sort of had a diarrhea and her poop were slimy and it was very very dark brown and smelt like coffee!!! Mine was as normal as usual. So, there you go... proof will tell the truth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-8368489747982599624?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8368489747982599624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=8368489747982599624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/8368489747982599624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/8368489747982599624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/12/jessie-and-coffee.html' title='Jessie and the coffee!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-6955402075241382153</id><published>2007-12-15T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:46:37.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and A Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Here wishing all my friends and all furkiddos and their owners and mommies and daddies in the whole wide world a very blessed Xmas and a Happy New Year 2008!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/R2PHTtkjHaI/AAAAAAAAALw/w39grtMo5Zs/s1600-h/IMG_0794+jessie+christmas+card+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/R2PHTtkjHaI/AAAAAAAAALw/w39grtMo5Zs/s320/IMG_0794+jessie+christmas+card+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144174340851572130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/R2PHUdkjHbI/AAAAAAAAAL4/TiWGLNulfQw/s1600-h/Xmas+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/R2PHUdkjHbI/AAAAAAAAAL4/TiWGLNulfQw/s320/Xmas+card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144174353736474034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry, we actually had other pictures but it's located at another laptop and mommy is soooo lazy to transfer them out! So, it's always the same pictures! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Yippee! Will be back with Mom and Dad to Batu Pahat again, to visit Mom's dad and mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-6955402075241382153?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6955402075241382153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=6955402075241382153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/6955402075241382153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/6955402075241382153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year.html' title='Merry Christmas and A Happy New Year!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/R2PHTtkjHaI/AAAAAAAAALw/w39grtMo5Zs/s72-c/IMG_0794+jessie+christmas+card+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-8336709886824714703</id><published>2007-12-03T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:46:38.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pictures of us!</title><content type='html'>After soooo long, mom finally had the time to snap snap some pictures of us and load them into the computer!!! (Gosh, it's time for haircut again, mom!)! I still look as cute as ever, don't ya think?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/R1QRhI7PdSI/AAAAAAAAALI/wMafbJvz9r0/s1600-R/Benji+cutie+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/R1QRhI7PdSI/AAAAAAAAALI/sNjpZxL9RhE/s200/Benji+cutie+boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139752335765894434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/R1QRho7PdTI/AAAAAAAAALQ/BEFXkjDa_pk/s1600-R/Jessie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/R1QRho7PdTI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Nfr0NyeBEsM/s200/Jessie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139752344355829042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/R1QRh47PdUI/AAAAAAAAALY/MnEHYd2VhQs/s1600-R/IMG_0796+Benji+found+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/R1QRh47PdUI/AAAAAAAAALY/LaQfO9CneMU/s200/IMG_0796+Benji+found+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139752348650796354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/R1QRjI7PdVI/AAAAAAAAALg/A8D_5I3r-98/s1600-R/Just+me+Jessie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/R1QRjI7PdVI/AAAAAAAAALg/_lPqreiX0iY/s200/Just+me+Jessie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139752370125632850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-8336709886824714703?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8336709886824714703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=8336709886824714703&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/8336709886824714703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/8336709886824714703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/12/some-pictures-of-us.html' title='Some pictures of us!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/R1QRhI7PdSI/AAAAAAAAALI/sNjpZxL9RhE/s72-c/Benji+cutie+boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-1356334222554959663</id><published>2007-11-30T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T13:15:49.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessie, the crate-breaker!</title><content type='html'>Do you know that Jessie can actually let herself out of a crate? It's true! It's not like she did it every day but so far, for the past one month, she has been letting herself out of the crate about 5 times! At first mommy thought daddy purposely let her out to play with me but daddy kept denying it. The last time was yesterday, when Mom and Dad returned from dinner, they found Jessie waiting at the door, wagging her tail. Haha... I don't know for sure how she does it (everything happened so quickly) but I am guessing that she is scratching the crate's door when she heard Mom and Dad were home and maybe, with a bit of luck, the latch was opened!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, Jessie is still being crated when mom and dad were away coz she chews anything she can find, including floor mats and furniture! And she can jump onto the bed easily with her toy!!! (I am so jealous...It's becoz of my genes that I was born heavy-boned...) Anyway, I don't mind her being crated really coz if she were to spoil something, mom will scold both of us! It's better for mom to catch her in the act rather than blaming me for something I didn't do! In case you didn't know, I am a good dog and like I say in my previous entry, I only chew on really expensive stuff. Jessie's fine being crated. I think she has already gotten used to it and doesn't make noise as she used to (whining, screeching, barking) when mom puts her in the crate every morning. And as for me, I don't mind being crated as well.. just as long as mom is in the same room as me. However, if she were to leave the room or house, I will bark and howl at her to let me out! It's just not comfortable being in the crate! And I need to be free to go to my toilet, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-1356334222554959663?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1356334222554959663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=1356334222554959663&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/1356334222554959663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/1356334222554959663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/11/jessie-crate-breaker.html' title='Jessie, the crate-breaker!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-2966011599546084674</id><published>2007-11-27T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T22:38:25.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judge, anyone?</title><content type='html'>I wonder if any of you have similar situation as we do? We are caught in a very bad situation now! Daddy's Aunt (which we should call her Great Aunt) and Daddy's little cousin (Only 8 human years old but still, have to call her Small Aunt for respect purposes) came for a visit and both of us were extremely excited about it! Daddy, Mommy, Auntie J &amp;amp; Uncle G had been cleaning and tidying the house last weekend for their arrival! Mommy had also reminded both of us to stay all nice and well-mannered...&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately when Great Aunt and Small Aunt came, only then we were informed that Great Aunt was extremely afraid of dogs and Small Aunt wasn't allowed to be near anything that's furry (meaning us!) because Great Aunt suspected she has asthma! Although Daddy told them that we are hypoallergenic species but I guess Great Aunt wasn't too convinced. And both Jessie &amp;amp; I are extremely disappointed! Mom had no choice but to hide in the room together with both of us coz we aren't supposed to be anywhere near them. :( That's not how we planned for their visit! We were planning to impressed them with our charming looks and friendly nature, which we weren't even given a chance at all! The worst news of all is that, they were planning to stay for a week! Meaning, we can't get out of the mommy's room for a whole week!!! How fair is that?!!? You be the judge!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-2966011599546084674?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2966011599546084674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=2966011599546084674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/2966011599546084674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/2966011599546084674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/11/judge-anyone.html' title='Judge, anyone?'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-5347316796855351795</id><published>2007-11-22T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T21:37:59.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Pals! Can anyone give mommy good suggestions what to give Jessie &amp;amp; I to chew and bite during our free-time? Mommy commented that I had really bad breath these days and since our chewing urge are sooo strong still, she would like to buy something durable and safe for us to chew when Mommy and Daddy are away during the day. Mom bought lotsa rawhide bones for us but we can easily finish one in about an hour! And also, sometimes, we ended up throwing up everything we chewed. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Vet recommended Mommy to give us Greenies but Mommy read some really bad stuff about furryfriends being choked to death or having found undigestible substance in the intestines in the internet. Since then, she has been quite suspicious of Greenies. I wonder any furryfriends have comment on this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-5347316796855351795?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5347316796855351795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=5347316796855351795&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/5347316796855351795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/5347316796855351795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/11/hi-pals-can-anyone-give-mommy-good.html' title=''/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-7047761338579480253</id><published>2007-11-16T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:47:35.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still alive &amp; kicking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hey guys! Sorry for being MIA for sooo longggg... Mom has been pretty busy these days (again, she's busy doing nothing)!!! Dad was also busy himself (with his newly acquired laptop)!!! And yours truly is always busy chasing Jessie all around the house!!! Jessie, on the other hand, is always busy being chased by *ahem* me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;We have all grown a little older now, including Mom and Dad! Jessie is now 9 months plus and is growing to be more and more of a Lady-like poodle. Still, she has not yet grown out of her chewing habit! Everyday mom will find something being chewed to bits and pieces so unrecognizable that she herself doesn't even know what it is! Jessie is not as picky as me... anything that is chew-able is ok for her. Anything! You name it! Newspapers, magazines, floor mat (rubbery type, mind you!), polystyrene box, pens... almost anything! She even managed to bite my Kong toy into small bits! Goodness! I am more of a high-classier dog though. I chewed on dad's original handsfree kit, mom's original handsfree kit, dad's bluetooth earpiece device, handphone charger, mom's favourite soft-toy which she hugs to sleep everynight, dad's and mom's clothings (I even managed to make holeys into mom's undergarment!)... See? I can differentiate the expensive stuff, so unlike Jessie. Newspapers?! Nah...worthless!&lt;br /&gt;Will try posting up some updated pictures of us when we have the time! No promise tho'... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-7047761338579480253?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7047761338579480253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=7047761338579480253&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/7047761338579480253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/7047761338579480253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/11/still-alive-kicking.html' title='Still alive &amp; kicking!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-7821683000160196916</id><published>2007-09-18T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T12:48:50.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18.09.2007</title><content type='html'>Today is a very special day for me... coz exactly a year ago, I was born! How I know the exact date? Well, it was written on my MKA certificate. Oh, and btw, my real given name was, "Naughty Lucky Bulbas" or something like that. It's a silly name which I do not want to own. Lucky mom renamed me to "Benji". Just Benji...plain old Benji...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to mark my special Barkday, mom and dad gave me chicken breast for dinner!!! Yum...yum.. (Unfortunately I had to share some with Jessie. It's so unfair! It's not her Barkday anyway...) Oh, in case you were wondering, they gave me on Sunday coz that's the only day mom is free to cook... I was expecting to have a cake like what Mom and Auntie J had for their birthday... but no such luck..ceh... (See, I am not lucky at all... why would someone named me Lucky)&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess I should learn how to count my blessings...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-7821683000160196916?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7821683000160196916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=7821683000160196916&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/7821683000160196916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/7821683000160196916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/09/18092007.html' title='18.09.2007'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-6367828773627437031</id><published>2007-08-14T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:46:39.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Poses...</title><content type='html'>Oops, here are some pictures taken by mommy when we were asleep... *embarrass*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, fell asleep on a pile of dirty curtains which mom were about to wash. You can't blame me for wanting to sleep there...it's sooooo comfy...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RsE-mK8H0QI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VCYq7hbm5us/s1600-h/falling+asleep....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RsE-mK8H0QI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VCYq7hbm5us/s200/falling+asleep....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098425078652588290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another me, fell asleep while playing with my toys... see my boney and Kong?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RsE-ma8H0SI/AAAAAAAAALA/Woc-X2-Q7gQ/s1600-h/Sleeping+with+toy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RsE-ma8H0SI/AAAAAAAAALA/Woc-X2-Q7gQ/s200/Sleeping+with+toy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098425082947555618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessie, fell asleep beside her water bowl... Haha...maybe she wished to dream of food? She looks grumpy in her sleep tho'!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RsE-ma8H0RI/AAAAAAAAAK4/7LcOcvK6t7Q/s1600-h/jessie+asleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RsE-ma8H0RI/AAAAAAAAAK4/7LcOcvK6t7Q/s200/jessie+asleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098425082947555602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-6367828773627437031?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6367828773627437031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=6367828773627437031&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/6367828773627437031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/6367828773627437031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/08/sleeping-poses.html' title='Sleeping Poses...'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RsE-mK8H0QI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VCYq7hbm5us/s72-c/falling+asleep....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-7868850285939412380</id><published>2007-08-10T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:46:39.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is Jessie with her silly e-collar! Nah, not to worry, she  is fine. Mommy brought her to the clinic about 2 weeks ago to have her spayed.  Three days to go for her to remove her collar! Then, it's time for me to stop  teasing how silly she looked! Aww...the teasing's fun!!! Even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Grandpa was  teasing her when he came visiting. Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RrwxIK8H0OI/AAAAAAAAAKg/mmEkq3CvhTU/s1600-h/DSC00896+s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RrwxIK8H0OI/AAAAAAAAAKg/mmEkq3CvhTU/s200/DSC00896+s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097002894721798370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RrwxIK8H0PI/AAAAAAAAAKo/qpnqWRm9ypQ/s1600-h/DSC00899+s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RrwxIK8H0PI/AAAAAAAAAKo/qpnqWRm9ypQ/s200/DSC00899+s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097002894721798386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here is her scar on the 1st day after mommy brought her home.  Looks quite yucky to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RrwxH68H0NI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qEPefqe4UAM/s1600-h/DSC00893+s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RrwxH68H0NI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qEPefqe4UAM/s200/DSC00893+s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097002890426831058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And some parts were kinda swollen. Mom got worried and  called the vet. Oooh..found out that Jessie has sensitive skin and reacted badly  even when the vet shaved some of her fur. Jessie were given an antibiotic jab to  prevent infection during the operation. Not to worry, as the wound healed within  days and now, she is like her usual self, except noisier than usual as mommy has  to lock her in the crate. Poor thing! Me, that is! - not her! I am almost deaf  with her screeching!!! yicks... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mommy has been pretty busy reading Harry Potter and the  Deathly Hallows that she didn't have time to blog these days. Jeez. She is, in  fact, re-reading the book again as she told Daddy that one-time reading is never  enough! I have a nut-case for a mommy... She plans to re-read the whole series,  starting from Book One till Book Seven to get the "feel" of Harry Potter growing  up in one stretch (Unlike the 2-years wait for the next book like she used to).  So, until she is SOOO over Harry Potter, I guess she won't be blogging anytime  soon. :( Poor me... lucky she remembers to feed us tho'. Phew!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Jessie is exactly 6months today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-7868850285939412380?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7868850285939412380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=7868850285939412380&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/7868850285939412380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/7868850285939412380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/08/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RrwxIK8H0OI/AAAAAAAAAKg/mmEkq3CvhTU/s72-c/DSC00896+s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-5840315432846736776</id><published>2007-07-06T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T16:04:28.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What did we do wrong?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We have been wronged!!! Mommy accused us of doing some bad  which we both felt was a no big-a-deal. This morning, while mommy and daddy were  preparing to go to work, Aunt J and Uncle G made a U-turn back home (They were  supposed to be on the way to work). It seemed that Uncle G had stepped on some  cat's poo near his car and only realised about it when Uncle G was in the car,  on the journey. Anyway, Uncle G and Aunt J quickly removed the mat from the car  and washed away the cat's poo at the car porch. What they didn't realised was  that at the same time, Daddy opened the front door to see what happened! That's  when Jessie and I ran out to greet Uncle G and Aunt J! Immediately, we smelled  something yummy on the grass - it's the cat's poo!!! Both of us quickly dashed  to it and ate up the whole poo in seconds! All of them (Mommy, Daddy, Aunt J and  Uncle G) shrieked at the same time and before we knew it, we were being scolded  by Mommy and Daddy!!! My butt was smacked by Mommy and we were being shoved into  the bathroom to get a bath, early in the morning!!! What did we do wrong?!?! We  still couldn't figure it out... we just ate some yummy cat's poo, that's all...   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-5840315432846736776?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5840315432846736776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=5840315432846736776&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/5840315432846736776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/5840315432846736776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-did-we-do-wrong.html' title='What did we do wrong?!?!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-8130288218885601999</id><published>2007-07-04T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:46:40.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some pictures of Jessie &amp; I - taken by mommy! She is still complaining that it's hard for her to get good shots of us! Either I wasn't looking at the camera or Jessie was fidgeting! Ha ha... Mom, if you use food as bait, it might be easier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RotbJwCbaqI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6jfxoyGqGLo/s1600-h/Benji+%26+Jessie+posing+ss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RotbJwCbaqI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6jfxoyGqGLo/s320/Benji+%26+Jessie+posing+ss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083256827489774242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;   This is Mommy's best shot! Jessie looks kinda chubby but it's just only the fur! Don't get fool by her innocent chubby look, tho'! She can run faster than me!!!    &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RotbJQCbaoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/eCrEzV9uMGc/s1600-h/Benji+%26+Jessie+posing+a+s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RotbJQCbaoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/eCrEzV9uMGc/s320/Benji+%26+Jessie+posing+a+s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083256818899839618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another shot of us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RotbJgCbapI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ozwxu4L36HI/s1600-h/Benji+%26+Jessie+Posing+b+s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RotbJgCbapI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ozwxu4L36HI/s320/Benji+%26+Jessie+Posing+b+s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083256823194806930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are we done yet?! We are hungry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Both of us will be going to the groomer's this weekend. This will be Jessie's first official grooming session. We shall post our groomed &amp;amp; polished pictures then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-8130288218885601999?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8130288218885601999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=8130288218885601999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/8130288218885601999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/8130288218885601999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/some-pictures-of-jessie-i-taken-by.html' title=''/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RotbJwCbaqI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/6jfxoyGqGLo/s72-c/Benji+%26+Jessie+posing+ss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-7072265790127674504</id><published>2007-06-28T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:46:41.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unpleasant Bath Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hate bath time! I really  can't understand why humans (like mommy and daddy for example) need to bathe  everyday!?!! Even cold rainy days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;don&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'t stop them from doing it! I used to  struggle and even succumbed to licking away the shampoo whenever mommy and daddy  gave me a bath! Mommy needed Daddy's help to bathe me while s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he tried to hold me  still. And whenever possible, I tried to make them wet by shaking the water off  my fur. Haha...that was fun!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-right: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fortunately (for mom), now  that I am older and wiser, I can tackle this matter way better. I am not saying  that I like bath time now! I still hate it a lot but I have learnt to accept it.  At least, I don't get wash everyday like humans do. Phew! I can now stand still  while waiting for mommy to give me a bath. I do still try to lick some shampoo  whenev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;er possible tho'. Hehe. And mommy doesn't need daddy to help out anymore!  She can bathe me all by herself!!! Hooray for mommy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-right: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Unfortunately for mom tho',  bathing Jessie is worse than bathing me when I was younger! She tries to run  away from mommy everytime mommy lets her out of her grip. Thus, mommy has to  bath her using one hand while the other hand catches her. Sometimes, Jessie  tries to climb up to mommy and giving mommy Jessie's pitiful look (You know,  like what that Pussy-In-Boots does in Shrek2&amp;3). [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Benji: Jessie, this  doesn't work when it's bath time... save it for other uses, like getting a  treat&lt;/span&gt;] [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jessie: Well, it's worth a try, you know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="margin-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Each time when mommy comes  out of the bathroom everytime after bathing the two of us, she is drenched with  shampoo and water. Haha... anyway, here are some ugly pictures of us after our  bath. Yeah, I know we both look pathetic....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RoNavgCbajI/AAAAAAAAAJY/GGrCMaNWjwM/s1600-h/Benji+with+pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RoNavgCbajI/AAAAAAAAAJY/GGrCMaNWjwM/s320/Benji+with+pose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081004576704522802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Me, before bath! How rugged and handsome I look  eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RoNaeACbaiI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Ej7xz0sBx4A/s1600-h/jessie+before+bath+s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RoNaeACbaiI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Ej7xz0sBx4A/s320/jessie+before+bath+s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081004276056812066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Jessie before bath! See, her fluffy fur?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RoNbUACbalI/AAAAAAAAAJo/8qS_4cNvcDY/s1600-h/After+Bath+s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RoNbUACbalI/AAAAAAAAAJo/8qS_4cNvcDY/s320/After+Bath+s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081005203769748050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Jessie and I posing for mommy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RoNbUQCbamI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Fo-Jr4Fa22c/s1600-h/After+Bath+2+s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RoNbUQCbamI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Fo-Jr4Fa22c/s320/After+Bath+2+s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081005208064715362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Jessie and I again.... Mom, can I sleep while you take  pictures? I am dead beat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RoNbUgCbanI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/W3pKE59Nhg0/s1600-h/Wet+Jessie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RoNbUgCbanI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/W3pKE59Nhg0/s320/Wet+Jessie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081005212359682674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Jessie, looking frightful... [Jessie: What's that thing  mommy's holding?!?! What's that blinding light??!?!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-7072265790127674504?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7072265790127674504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=7072265790127674504&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/7072265790127674504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/7072265790127674504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/unpleasant-bath-time.html' title='Unpleasant Bath Time!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RoNavgCbajI/AAAAAAAAAJY/GGrCMaNWjwM/s72-c/Benji+with+pose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-7709799815705504942</id><published>2007-06-20T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:46:42.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessie - the FBI Agent!</title><content type='html'>Mommy made Jessie wear my FBI t-shirt since I couldn't fit in anymore! Here are some of her pictures! She really think she is a FBI agent - duh...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RnjWYA_lV_I/AAAAAAAAAIw/rbrAP6tEcxU/s1600-h/Mission+impossible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RnjWYA_lV_I/AAAAAAAAAIw/rbrAP6tEcxU/s200/Mission+impossible.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078044287932127218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mission Impossible! I must get to the bone before Benji!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RnjW8g_lWAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/hdhYmfd1ugw/s1600-h/Special+Agent+Jessie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RnjW8g_lWAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/hdhYmfd1ugw/s320/Special+Agent+Jessie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078044914997352450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Special Agent - Jessie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RnjXkQ_lWBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/wcq7ZpS-_80/s1600-h/Yeah%21+I+did+it%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RnjXkQ_lWBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/wcq7ZpS-_80/s200/Yeah%21+I+did+it%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078045597897152530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah! I did it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RnjX5A_lWCI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jGD2jTBtQ70/s1600-h/Tired+already.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RnjX5A_lWCI/AAAAAAAAAJI/jGD2jTBtQ70/s200/Tired+already.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078045954379438114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tired already....please, no more mission ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-7709799815705504942?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7709799815705504942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=7709799815705504942&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/7709799815705504942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/7709799815705504942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/jessie-fbi-agent.html' title='Jessie - the FBI Agent!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RnjWYA_lV_I/AAAAAAAAAIw/rbrAP6tEcxU/s72-c/Mission+impossible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-1390113753331559298</id><published>2007-06-20T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T15:21:56.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Heya! Mommy has been so lazy (busy, she said) to update my blog! Well, I, myself have been pretty busy as well. Everyday after work, mommy will rush home to let me out of her room and Jessie out of her crate (Yeah, Jessie is still crate-training. Haven't fully passed her house-breaking training yet!). Then, both of us will be running up and down the staircase and then to the garden, chasing each other. Mommy in the meantime, will be busying herself cleaning the toilet (where I did my business) and Jessie's crate. After that, mommy and daddy will have their dinner while Jessie and I looked on longingly(sometimes we both beg mommy to give us some of her food, which she stubbornly rejected! Hmmph!). After they are done, it's our turn to have our dinner. Mommy will make us sit and stay for a while before giving us food. How cruel of her! Next, it's play-time! Sometimes mommy will join us for some wrestling but most of the time, mommy will play tickle with each of us individually. Hehe. That's the fun part and highlight of the day! Jessie gets tired easily after dinner so, usually by 10pm, she will doze off under the sofa and I will either entertain myself with some toys or just sitting at the sliding door, gazing up the starry starry nite, thinking deeply about the world and humanity..(yah right!). At about 11.30pm or sometimes much later (depending whether it's CSI nite or not, or whether mommy is trying to refresh her memory by re-reading Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince for the 4th time!), mommy will announce bed-time! Jessie and I will then race with each other upstairs. Mommy will put Jessie back into her crate and lay out a big fluffy pillow for me to sleep in. Then, lights off! Zzzzz......&lt;br /&gt;What a busy schedule all of us have everyday!!! No wonder, mommy doesn't have the time to blog these days.... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-1390113753331559298?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1390113753331559298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=1390113753331559298&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/1390113753331559298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/1390113753331559298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-2074274817490012787</id><published>2007-05-14T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T13:48:56.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Case of Mites Infection!!!</title><content type='html'>Jessie was taken to the vet yesterday by Mommy and Daddy (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me, being left alone at home! hmmph!&lt;/span&gt;) coz Mommy found out some weird scaly thingy on Jessie's outer ears and also on her body. The vet confirmed that Jessie has a case of mites infection! This time tho', it's not ear mites infection like what I had the other time but another kind of mites which stayed on the skin and makes someone scratched like crazy. Vet said that if it's not cured fast enough, probably Jessie will go bald sooner or later with all the scratching. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ooh..I wonder how she looks like being bald?...Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;) Haha, and becoz of that, she has to be given 4 jabs (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;painful jabs like  what I had gotten the last time I had ear mites infection!&lt;/span&gt;) in order to control the infection! Poor thing... (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT!&lt;/span&gt;) Heard from mommy that she cried and screamed during the jab! Haha...This is real funny... how I wished I had been there to witness this...Kekeke....Mommy was wondering where Jessie has gotten this infection since Mommy doesn't allow Jessie to go out of the house (coz she has not finished her jabs yet.) From me, I don't think so coz I am also an indoor dog and am clean! [&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SMUG&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What?! No...no..no...you must have heard it wrongly, mom! I don't think the vet meant me! Maybe he meant Daddy?! Are you sure the vet said Benji?&lt;/span&gt; ) Great! This is just great! Mommy has just told me that I will have to take the jabs (3 for me!) as well to prevent myself from being infected from the mites. The chances of me being infected is rather high (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; very high, according  to Mommy, which I think was highly exaggerated!&lt;/span&gt; ) as Jessie and I kept playing and rolling together... Now, Jessie, look what you have done! Mommy, please don't let me have the jabs! Please!!! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mommy: Sorry Ben-ji-ji, you had to have the jabs, for your own good. You don't wanna be bald and ugly, right?&lt;/span&gt;) Bald?!!?! Ugly???!!? Okaaay, okaaay, I will do it but mommy, you must promised to give me lotsa treats after that, ya?! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;And Mom, please refer me as Benji in the blog ya... Ben-ji-ji is only for you &amp;amp; Daddy to call me at home ya...behind closed doors...:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-2074274817490012787?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2074274817490012787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=2074274817490012787&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/2074274817490012787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/2074274817490012787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-case-of-mites-infection.html' title='Another Case of Mites Infection!!!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-4295035227100206704</id><published>2007-05-08T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T14:24:43.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy said she is sooo "LUCKY"!</title><content type='html'>Mommy thinks she is sooo "LUCKY"! Wanna know why? Read on: I was (and still am) having a behavioral problem which Mommy calls it "Separation Anxiety", where I can't be away from mommy at all. Once I can't see mommy, I will run all over the house, trying to look for her. If she is not within my sight, I will then start to whine softly. After a minute or so, when mommy still doesn't come looking for me, I will then howl with all my might! And another minute later, I will poo/pee on the floor wherever I was at that time. I can't really control myself coz I really panicked everytime I can't see my mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the "LUCKY" part is that, Jessie seemed to be having the same problem as well! She will follow mommy everywhere she goes and if mommy goes to the toilet, she will scream and scratch the door until mommy comes out! This morning, when mommy fed Jessie in the room, mommy came out to dry some clothes. Jessie, a real glutton, didn't even want to eat her kibbles! All she did was to screamed and scratched the door until Mommy is done with her work! Haha. Mommy was saying that of so many puppies available, she managed to get two with the same behavioral problem! Haha! Maybe Mommy is attracted to problematic kiddo like us. :p Anyway, Mommy did some research on Separation Anxiety and the reasons for this problem could be due to:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A dog has never or rarely been left alone.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Following a long interval, such as a vacation, during which the owner and  dog are constantly together.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After a traumatic event (from the dog's point of view) such as a period of  time spent at a shelter or boarding kennel.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After a change in the family's routine or structure (a child leaving for  college, a change in work schedule, a move to a new home, a new pet or person in  the home).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Some said that being a very super-duper devoted dog will also have this anxiety when the owner is away. I am not sure whether is it true but I would like to think of myself as a super-duper devoted dog than being a jealous or traumatised dog. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, being older and having a routine life makes it easier for me to cope with this problem. Now, I can wait patiently outside the bathroom door when mommy is bathing without me peeing-pooing on the floor. Now, I can wait patiently for mommy to return from work without messing the whole room. I'm not perfect tho' as I still whine like a baby if Mommy were to go upstairs, leaving me (and Jessie) alone in the crate ... *blush*... but Mommy and Daddy love me the way I am, even with the howling and panic poo/pee... Cheers!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-4295035227100206704?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4295035227100206704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=4295035227100206704&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/4295035227100206704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/4295035227100206704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/05/mommy-said-she-is-sooo-lucky.html' title='Mommy said she is sooo &quot;LUCKY&quot;!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-7732927613178849926</id><published>2007-05-03T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:46:43.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here are some update pictures of Jessie and I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RjmHqAMADAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/W6w_IDPWNGM/s1600-h/Jessie+posing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RjmHqAMADAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/W6w_IDPWNGM/s200/Jessie+posing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060224812002053122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is Jessie with her DOWN pose. How does she look? I think she looks great!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RjmI7QMADBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/a65-PhHDjbo/s1600-h/Jessie+sleeping+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RjmI7QMADBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/a65-PhHDjbo/s200/Jessie+sleeping+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060226207866424338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Jessie, sleeping but smiling at the same time. How vain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RjmJQwMADCI/AAAAAAAAAII/HbnRWl4EHTE/s1600-h/Jessie+trying+to+get+us+out+of+the+crate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RjmJQwMADCI/AAAAAAAAAII/HbnRWl4EHTE/s200/Jessie+trying+to+get+us+out+of+the+crate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060226577233611810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Jessie, trying to get us out of the crate! But, erm, Jessie, the door is at the other side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RjmKZAMADDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/WwFmDumqkCs/s1600-h/Mommy+made+me+wear+a+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RjmKZAMADDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/WwFmDumqkCs/s200/Mommy+made+me+wear+a+dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060227818479160370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy tied a piece of her old PJs around me to make it look as if I am wearing a dress! I am a big boy, I don't wear dress! But, personally, I don't think PINK suits me well. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RjmLoAMADEI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sbVe3BM_WoI/s1600-h/DSC02713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RjmLoAMADEI/AAAAAAAAAIY/sbVe3BM_WoI/s200/DSC02713.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060229175688825922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jessie fell asleep on the vet's examination table...duh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RjmMLQMADFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/m5lwJdusOhA/s1600-h/DSC02728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RjmMLQMADFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/m5lwJdusOhA/s200/DSC02728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060229781279214674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I am so drunk and lonely..." Daddy made me pose with a beer bottle and remote control. Hey, I looked like a model from an advertisement, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RjmNpgMADGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/H2Ff1zlypaE/s1600-h/Jessie+again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RjmNpgMADGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/H2Ff1zlypaE/s200/Jessie+again.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060231400481885282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arrghh!!!! Where's Jessie's body?!?! Aww.. but she still look so cute without her body...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-7732927613178849926?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7732927613178849926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=7732927613178849926&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/7732927613178849926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/7732927613178849926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/05/some-pictures.html' title='Some pictures...'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RjmHqAMADAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/W6w_IDPWNGM/s72-c/Jessie+posing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-2287445961017354707</id><published>2007-05-03T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T14:52:52.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not bad either!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! Guess what?! I can go down the stairs already and man, I am good! Well, the story is like this: Jessie, being a show-off, kept showing Mommy and Daddy how fast she can go up and down the stairs. And me, being a hero, came down the stairs just to prove them that I can as well! Ta-daa!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay, Mom, I will tell them the WHOLE story...) The ACTUAL story is like that... Jessie (a show-off!) really did go up the stairs and down to show Mommy and Daddy. And Mommy felt that I too, should know how to do it as well. So, she lured me and Jessie up to the 1st Floor and she went down all by herself without carrying me! Jessie (a show-off) quickly went down after Mommy, leaving me all alone. Hmmph! Down below, Mommy waited and kept encouraging me to come down all by myself and Jessie (a real show-off) kept coming up the stairs and going down. In the end, I really couldn't stand being so far apart from mommy (and also that gleeful look on Jessie's face) that I took my first brave step downwards. Soon (like umm..2 minutes later), I was reunited with my Mommy and looking at her proud and happy face, I am glad that I made my move. Guess, I too, owed it to Jessie as well, if it's not for her show-offish attitude, I might never have the guts to do it. :) Thanks Jessie, for being such a show-off! :p Licks**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-2287445961017354707?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2287445961017354707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=2287445961017354707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/2287445961017354707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/2287445961017354707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-not-bad-either.html' title='I am not bad either!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-1183807342181613510</id><published>2007-04-30T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T14:13:20.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmph! Jessie is a show-off!</title><content type='html'>I have something to announce today! Jessie is a show-off! It's official! Hmmph! First, she managed to climb up the stairs, up a storey high on her first day of arrival! Then, she understood that SIT meaning "bum touches floor" within 2 minutes into the training. And yesterday, she managed to go down the stairs ALL-BY-HERSELF, without Mommy or Daddy teaching her! Now you know why I accused her of being a show-off right?! She just wanna get all the attention for herself! Daddy and Mommy have been praising her (and teasing me for being such a baby!) all day...jeez... :(&lt;br /&gt;A-ha! There's one more thing that Jessie doesn't know yet! She doesn't know where to poo/pee yet! Kekeke...muahahaha... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Note to self:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Better show-off to Mommy while I can before Jessie does it... *winkwink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-1183807342181613510?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1183807342181613510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=1183807342181613510&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/1183807342181613510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/1183807342181613510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/04/hmmph-jessie-is-show-off.html' title='Hmmph! Jessie is a show-off!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-3188738056838785420</id><published>2007-04-26T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T14:13:45.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to Taiping!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, this Friday, we will be returning back to Daddy's hometown for the weekend. This time, Jessie will be tagging along. I wonder how long can she hold her pee coz she is still so young and can't really hold as long as I can. Me, being a big boy now, I can hold my pee for the night! Of course, if I suddenly have the urge to go middle of the night, not to worry, as I can find my way in the dark to the toilet and return quietly to my bed to sleep without waking up mommy. [Smug]&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, back to the trip. I wonder if mommy will bring along a leash so that we can have a walk around Daddy's place. Better put that in my checklist. :) But, one thing I don't like about Daddy's place or any other place for the matter, is that, the toilet is not the same as the one where I live now. The smell is not the same and the tiles are not of the same size and colour. And this is making me confused!  So, usually at Daddy's hometown, I will do my business in the crate. Daddy tried bringing me to the toilet during the CNY trip but I don't have much "feeling" for that place and just sat down on the floor, looking pitifully at Daddy. In the end, Daddy had not choice but to put me in my crate. The second I was in there, I pooed/peed like crazy. This time, I think I will have to share the "crate-toilet" with Jessie while we were there.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is the checklist of all the things mommy needs to pack for us. Really pity her as we have lotsa things to bring and are actually more than mommy's own stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My Kibbles - NutriEdge Stage 2, enough of 4 meals&lt;br /&gt;2. Jessie's Kibbles - NutriEdge Stage 1, enough for 4 meals&lt;br /&gt;3. My Food Bowl&lt;br /&gt;4. Jessie's Food Bowl&lt;br /&gt;5. My Pillow/Bed - For me to have a good rest&lt;br /&gt;6. Jessie's Pillow/Bed - For her to have a good rest too!&lt;br /&gt;7. Our toys - Lucky we both can share toys!&lt;br /&gt;8. Crate - Oooh, this is the most problematic as our crate are kinda huge and it can just fit nicely into Daddy's car, taking up half of the back seat.&lt;br /&gt;9. Leash - For me of course!&lt;br /&gt;10. Lotsa kitchen towels - To clean up accidents, mostly Jessie's...hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I guess that's all for this trip. Lucky it's only a 3 days, 2 nights. If not, mommy has to bring  our shampoo and towels and other grooming materials... phew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-3188738056838785420?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3188738056838785420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=3188738056838785420&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/3188738056838785420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/3188738056838785420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/04/going-to-taiping.html' title='Going to Taiping!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-8659391241748958122</id><published>2007-04-20T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T15:11:15.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's angry!</title><content type='html'>Mommy has been pretty angry these days. Not with me tho'! She's angry with Jessie coz Jessie has been a very naughty girl. Whenever mommy puts Jessie in her crate, Jessie will scream and scream until Mommy lets her out. Mommy and Daddy are now training her on her toilet-training session and they realised that the only way to train Jessie is by crate-training. The thing is, Jessie won't shut-up when she is in the crate. Even when we were all in the same room, with everyone nearby her, she will still scream to get all the attention. Sometimes, truth to be told, I also can't stand her and when mommy is away (not that far away but far enough not to see me!), I will growl and bark at her to make her shut-up. *winkwink*&lt;br /&gt;Daddy now realised how much a good boy I have been all these while. Although I do howl and whine when I was being left alone (coz I need to see where mom and dad were!) but once I was in the same room/area with them, I am cool and will do my own thing (mostly sleeping la...keke) But, that is not the same case as Jessie. I hope she could stop screaming or maybe she could be house-broken faster, then mommy won't have to be so angry at her. I hate to see mommy's angry. :( Luckily, I am smart. Whenever mommy is lecturing Jessie, I will quickly dodge to a safe place together with Daddy and watch the "nice show" from there!&lt;br /&gt;Btw, now with Jessie here with us, I wanna show mommy how good and well-behaved I am. So, since her arrival, I have not missed the spot where I should do my poopoo/peepee. :) And mommy is so proud of me!&lt;br /&gt;PS: I hope you won't think of my mommy as a bad woman coz she still loves me and Jessie alot!!! And Jessie is not a bad girl either! She's just a bit stubborn and spoilt, so unlike me - I am so COOL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-8659391241748958122?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8659391241748958122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=8659391241748958122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/8659391241748958122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/8659391241748958122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/04/mommys-angry.html' title='Mommy&apos;s angry!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-1586098563027664301</id><published>2007-04-17T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:46:44.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Update!</title><content type='html'>Finally! Here are some pictures of Jessie and yours truly...This is Jessie, first day back to our home. Still very blurblur that day. Hehe. She is such a cutie, eh? Just like me when I was a young puppy! :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RiQkgVq5KXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/LfiefzVTKMI/s1600-h/Jessie+acting+cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RiQkgVq5KXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/LfiefzVTKMI/s200/Jessie+acting+cute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054204819808004466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Jessie, acting cute, trying to win Mommy's and Daddy's heart... and mine too...keke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RiQkQFq5KWI/AAAAAAAAAHI/W6OPU1QjNBI/s1600-h/Jessie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RiQkQFq5KWI/AAAAAAAAAHI/W6OPU1QjNBI/s200/Jessie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054204540635130210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cutie Jessie, wondering what's the flash is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RiQjulq5KVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/IWpl13045GA/s1600-h/Jessie+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RiQjulq5KVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/IWpl13045GA/s200/Jessie+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054203965109512530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still wondering.... Jessie, you are supposed to dodge when you see the flash!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RiQln1q5KYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/K3HNeNfFIOU/s1600-h/Jessie+Sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RiQln1q5KYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/K3HNeNfFIOU/s200/Jessie+Sleeping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054206048168651138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jessie loves to sleep on Mommy's and Daddy's feet. Really very manja, even on the first day! Here is she, sleeping on mommy's feet, tired after the trip home from Klang and the endless photo-shooting session!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RiQoUVq5KaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/hR9tG_dmhJ4/s1600-h/DSC00501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RiQoUVq5KaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/hR9tG_dmhJ4/s200/DSC00501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054209011696085410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RiQmeVq5KZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/xyPshk-vdlY/s1600-h/DSC02703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RiQmeVq5KZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/xyPshk-vdlY/s200/DSC02703.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054206984471521682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of me and Jessie, finally falling asleep, after a long tiring day.... yawn...feels good to have someone accompany me. Jessie's fur is so soft...yawn...just like a pillow...yawn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RiQotFq5KbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ZH_vY62g5Fk/s1600-h/Sleeping+watching+Football.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RiQotFq5KbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ZH_vY62g5Fk/s200/Sleeping+watching+Football.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054209436897847730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly, this is me, sleeping on daddy's lap during a football match between Manchester United (Daddy's fav. team) and some other team in yellow...I wasn't watching...Why watch when I can sleep on daddy's lap? :) Jessie didn't get to sleep on daddy's lap yet coz she hasn't passed her toilet-training yet... Woo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-1586098563027664301?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1586098563027664301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=1586098563027664301&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/1586098563027664301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/1586098563027664301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/04/pictures-update.html' title='Pictures Update!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RiQkgVq5KXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/LfiefzVTKMI/s72-c/Jessie+acting+cute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-5324422649691267776</id><published>2007-04-16T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T13:38:29.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JESSIE!</title><content type='html'>I have a great news to share! Daddy and Mommy bought a toy poodle which Daddy named her Jessie! She is only 2 months old but she could run real fast for someone her size and age. Jessie is apricot in colour and weigh only 0.99 kg! But don't let her tiny and innocent look fool you! She is a very brave and naughty gal, she is! Imagine her, being so tiny, she could climb up the stairs, up a storey without Daddy and Mommy teaching her. Mommy kept teasing me that I can't even climb up the stairs even at age 4 months old, and that is with lotsa guidance and training from Mom and Dad. Yeah, mom, no one is perfect, okay... At least I do not scream and screech like Jessie does, when you put me in my crate. I was and am a very good-natured boy and I don't mind where I am as long as I am in the same room as you are, somewhere where I could see you. :) Okay, so I may not learnt how to SIT in 2 minutes time but I did learnt it in 2 days time! That's not bad for a puppy, right? Okay okay, I may be hyper-active and wants to play all the time, not wanting you to clean my ear and brush my hair, unlike Jessie, who is most willing to lay on your lap and sleep while you groom her ear, but I am also fun to be with, right? So, no more teasing ya, mom!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, back to Jessie! I really love being with her..and I loved snuggling with her while sleeping. Now, with Jessie screaming while being the in crate, mommy has no choice but to let her sleep on the floor with full access to the room. So, since mommy is very fair towards us (altho' mommy sometimes gives me treats but not to Jessie... WinkWink!) and I am 98% house-broken, she lets me sleep on the floor as well with Jessie...Cool! Now I don't have to be in the crate at all!&lt;br /&gt;In my conclusion, I am glad that mommy and daddy bought Jessie! Now, I don't feel so bored at home, while waiting for them to come back from work. :)&lt;br /&gt;PS: Mommy is too busy training Jessie that she doesn't have the time to download pictures from the handphone into the pc. Will update you Jessie's pictures when mommy is free-er, which I doubt she will be at the moment with both of us at home. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-5324422649691267776?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5324422649691267776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=5324422649691267776&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/5324422649691267776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/5324422649691267776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/04/jessie.html' title='JESSIE!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-4905262021202337832</id><published>2007-04-04T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T12:38:41.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playtime!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I had just invented a cool game to play with mommy! Everytime  when mommy opens the door to throw the garbage or to check for mails, I will  rush out of the door, grab the first slipper I saw on the floor and run to the  garden, drop whatever it is in my mouth and run back to mommy. Then, at this  time, mommy will sure go back to retrieve the slipper (which is on the grass)  and I shall be waiting and once mommy drop it on the floor to where it belong, I  shall repeat the whole process with another slipper! How fun is that?! Haha. I  usually took one out of a pair so mommy will have to either go barefooted or  with a mismatched pair to get me and the rest of the items in the garden! This  is really fun! You guys should try it out! Sometimes, mommy got so tired with  herself running back and forth collecting slippers, she just went into the  house, leaving all the slippers in the garden! (She picked them up once I was  safe in the house...jeez...) This is when I know the game ends and rush back  into the house before mommy locks the door. Cool, huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Another game which mommy and I love to play is  Playing Catch. Well, usually I will start the game where I will run towards  mommy, jumping up and touching her with my front paws, then she will run and try  to catch me. I will run as fast as I could and hide somewhere (usually under the  sofa or bed, depending where we were). Mommy will then touch me and run away as  fast as she could and then I will be the one trying to catch her. And when I did  (which is easy-peasy as mommy runs kinda slow for someone who has long legs  compared to mine...), I will run as fast as I could before mommy can touch me  and so on! By the time we finish this game, both of us were very sweaty and  tired and thirsty and zzzz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-4905262021202337832?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4905262021202337832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=4905262021202337832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/4905262021202337832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/4905262021202337832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/04/playtime.html' title='Playtime!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-8012949029774482571</id><published>2007-03-27T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:46:45.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Position Again?!</title><content type='html'>,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RgiuM7F8w6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/BqshTRAoNFA/s1600-h/Cencored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RgiuM7F8w6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/BqshTRAoNFA/s200/Cencored.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046474919512949666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy took pictures of me sleeping again?!!?!? Aiyoh, why keep taking my cencored pictures and post in online, mommy? I am sooo embarrassed! But as you can see, wearing a e-collar and even after a painful operation doesn't stop me from sleeping in my favourite position! Yawn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-8012949029774482571?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8012949029774482571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=8012949029774482571&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/8012949029774482571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/8012949029774482571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/03/sleeping-position-again.html' title='Sleeping Position Again?!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RgiuM7F8w6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/BqshTRAoNFA/s72-c/Cencored.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-1383649315203042999</id><published>2007-03-27T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:46:45.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RgisarF8w5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/z449WqbyRCc/s1600-h/Benji+after+neutering.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RgisarF8w5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/z449WqbyRCc/s200/Benji+after+neutering.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046472956712895378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/Rgira7F8w3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/6mrc_ZygoX8/s1600-h/Standing+after+neutering.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/Rgira7F8w3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/6mrc_ZygoX8/s200/Standing+after+neutering.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046471861496234866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of me, taken by mommy after the operation. As you can see, that is me, standing with my legs spread open after the operation. I guess I must have stood for hours that day! Another picture are of me, on Sunday, begging mommy to play with me! No more pain! However, mommy thinks it's unwise for me to be playing and put me back into my cage.  :( So bored...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-1383649315203042999?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1383649315203042999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=1383649315203042999&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/1383649315203042999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/1383649315203042999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/03/pictures-of-me.html' title='Pictures of me!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RgisarF8w5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/z449WqbyRCc/s72-c/Benji+after+neutering.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-463307561318931480</id><published>2007-03-26T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T14:19:34.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am fine here!</title><content type='html'>Hi All! I am fine here! Thanks for all of your wishes. On Friday, after the operation, I wasn't feeling very well. I felt kinda dowsy and blur. Even when mommy and daddy came to pick me up at the clinic, I can't really recognised who they were. All I remembered was the trip back home was kinda hazy... felt like I was dreaming. At home, mommy prepared a comfy cage with my pillow for me to rest but I couldn't even sit, let alone sleep! Kept standing with my legs spread open. I tried sitting but will jump up immediately. Hehe. That part was still very sensitive ma... Mommy was so worried coz the vet told her it's a quick and easy procedure and thus mommy assumed that I won't be feeling the pain. So, she was kinda shocked to see me in pain. Lucky I still had great appetite to eat and drink and that made mommy a bit more relaxed. Still, the fact that I wasn't sitting and sleeping and poo-ing and pee-ing made mommy kinda worried and she kept asking daddy if she had made the wrong choice by neutering me. Hehe. Although it's painpain there but I am glad that mommy was sooo worried about me. Mom, I am ok! I am a big MAN already! Don't worry ok? (ok,ok..let's rephased it.. I am a big "MAN without balls"... happy?!) Mommy had to carry me to my bedroom (which is also mommy's bedroom) and arrange me in my sleeping position.. and hand-fed me coz my e-collar was kinda big and prevented me from eating from my bowl. Yoo-hoo! Felt like a king that day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the next day, when mommy finally heard me barking at her and saw me jumping (which I found out, was a big NO-NO, especially after the op) at her, greeting her (with my signature bite!), she knew I was back to normal and she was so happy and relieved! Hehe... (see, I told you mom, I will be ok!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was quite an experienced for me. A once-in-a-lifetime experience, to be exact! It's kinda cool not having the balls around. Felt much lighter now... guess I can now jump higher and run faster than those with balls around. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-463307561318931480?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/463307561318931480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=463307561318931480&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/463307561318931480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/463307561318931480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-fine-here.html' title='I am fine here!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-8804973914623060135</id><published>2007-03-22T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T17:41:54.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neutering??!?!?!</title><content type='html'>Sob Sob... I have an announcement to make! Sob sob... As at tomorrow, I am no longer a MAN  anymore but instead, I am gonna be a EUNUCH! Mommy is bringing me to the clinic to have my FAMILY JEWELS removed! Sob sob! Daddy is feeling so sad for me but no matter how hard he tried to save me from being operated, Mommy doesn't want and will not change her decision. Somehow, she seemed rather happy that I am gonna be neutered. Sob sob *** Worse, I am not to be given food from today 10pm onwards until the operation tomorrow. Mom, take all the jewels you want, but give me my FOOD!!! How can I not eat??? Pity me... No Jewels and No Food? Guess this is the worst day of my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-8804973914623060135?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8804973914623060135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=8804973914623060135&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/8804973914623060135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/8804973914623060135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/03/neutering.html' title='Neutering??!?!?!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-5661145885023496113</id><published>2007-02-14T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T13:40:13.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my tooth?</title><content type='html'>This is weird...  I was playing &amp;amp; biting mommy last Sunday and suddenly, I felt that I have lost a tooth! And so suddenly, mommy was holding my missing tooth (which happened to stuck on her hand) and told daddy excitedly that my tooth came off. Then, she went on talking, opening my mouth, looking and searching for any other missing teeth... Hmmm... I thought she was supposed to be worried that I am turning teethless (how to eat like that?!) but instead she was so excited and kept my tooth in a red packet. Hmmm... Mommy, you are getting weirder each day...&lt;br /&gt;PS: Vet said I'm cleared of all the mites infection! So, cousin Max, when are you coming over to visit me? I am 4.3kg already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-5661145885023496113?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5661145885023496113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=5661145885023496113&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/5661145885023496113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/5661145885023496113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/02/wheres-my-tooth.html' title='Where&apos;s my tooth?'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-1247969865816944508</id><published>2007-02-05T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T13:59:31.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! I have a video to share with you! Recently mommy has given me a pillow for me to sleep with and you know, the terrier trait in me made me wanna dig dig dig the pillow!  I wasn't sure what I was digging for but it sure was fun! Or at least, that's what I thought! Daddy and Mommy however do not share the same thought. Daddy said it was time to sleep and ordered me to stop it coz the digging was quite loud and noisy. So, what I did was that I pretended to sleep everytime I heard the word, "Stop it!" and after a few seconds (sometimes minutes...to make sure no one took notice of me) and then I would "wake up" and started digging again! It was sooo fun! Until I eventually dozed off while pretending to be asleep....zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The video was kinda dark..hope you guys could see me in action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/241118/20070204/214154.flv&amp;post=1" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial; font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Photo Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Upload Video&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Video Sharing&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Share Photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-1247969865816944508?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1247969865816944508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=1247969865816944508&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/1247969865816944508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/1247969865816944508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/02/hi-everyone-i-have-video-to-share-with.html' title=''/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-1761245736295631370</id><published>2007-01-31T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:46:46.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting Game...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RcBaGiDiSSI/AAAAAAAAAFo/zZxuatKnfds/s1600-h/benji+down+s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RcBaGiDiSSI/AAAAAAAAAFo/zZxuatKnfds/s200/benji+down+s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026116252412823842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RcBaGyDiSTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/RNIFlP47QY8/s1600-h/benji+down+ss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RcBaGyDiSTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/RNIFlP47QY8/s200/benji+down+ss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026116256707791154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RcBaHCDiSUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/T1YSjF-PDHQ/s1600-h/DSC00155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RcBaHCDiSUI/AAAAAAAAAF4/T1YSjF-PDHQ/s200/DSC00155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026116261002758466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another few pictures of me waiting patiently for my dinner...  Mom, I think it's time you teach me something else. If not, I will be falling asleep soon while waiting for dinner... yawn***&lt;br /&gt;PS: Notice my eyes are kinda blue-green?! Cool!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-1761245736295631370?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1761245736295631370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=1761245736295631370&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/1761245736295631370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/1761245736295631370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/waiting-game.html' title='Waiting Game...'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RcBaGiDiSSI/AAAAAAAAAFo/zZxuatKnfds/s72-c/benji+down+s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-6835040109796659353</id><published>2007-01-31T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:46:46.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RcBYGCDiSQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Ptd-8D7CmbY/s1600-h/DSC00075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RcBYGCDiSQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Ptd-8D7CmbY/s200/DSC00075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026114044799633666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RcBYGSDiSRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/6lsycenH4Uo/s1600-h/DSC00078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RcBYGSDiSRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/6lsycenH4Uo/s200/DSC00078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026114049094600978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of me in my new big crate! Mommy decided to buy me a new and bigger one since I was already house-broken and besides, I am getting bigger and bigger each day! The old one was too small for me to stay in for 8 hours in a stretch! But it's great as a sleeping area though, coz it's small and cozy! Thus, mommy keep the old crate upstairs, specially for me during my sleeping/napping time.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a fun day for me, coz mommy let me out in the garden for half an hour!! I kept chewing the grass, leaves, anything I could find in the garden and mommy had a hard time catching me so that she could remove the things out from my mouth! Haha..mommy, I am so much faster than you! Altho' my legs are much shorter than yours but I have great stamina and super speed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-6835040109796659353?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6835040109796659353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=6835040109796659353&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/6835040109796659353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/6835040109796659353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/here-are-some-pictures-of-me-in-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RcBYGCDiSQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Ptd-8D7CmbY/s72-c/DSC00075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-4128500100115072763</id><published>2007-01-29T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:46:46.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy and I!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/Rb25WSDiSOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XnTH2LjnNag/s1600-h/Cindy+and+Benji.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/Rb25WSDiSOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XnTH2LjnNag/s320/Cindy+and+Benji.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025376551670270178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/Rb25WiDiSPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5Wj1mhZqhEo/s1600-h/Cindy+and+Benji+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/Rb25WiDiSPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5Wj1mhZqhEo/s320/Cindy+and+Benji+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025376555965237490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures of me and mommy taken by daddy! Yeah, I would like  to look at the camera too, if only I wasn't too busy chewing on mommy's hair...  But seriously, how do I look? *AHEM*&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Daddy and Mommy tried their hands grooming me on Saturday. Somehow they  didn't know how to clip my body hair and ended up only trimming the furnishings  on my legs, cutting my nails and pulling hair out from my ears! Daddy was  pleased with the results (coz he's the one doing the trimming on my legs) but  mommy was complaining that the furnishings are kinda short and it made my legs  look skinny. I guess I'm ok with it so my legs feel lighter now with less hair.  Now, I can climb up the stairs faster than ever! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-4128500100115072763?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4128500100115072763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=4128500100115072763&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/4128500100115072763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/4128500100115072763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/mommy-and-i.html' title='Mommy and I!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/Rb25WSDiSOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XnTH2LjnNag/s72-c/Cindy+and+Benji.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-3819239184943752952</id><published>2007-01-29T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T16:58:11.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't I smart?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Mommy said I am a lazy bump but I beg to differ! I think I am smart! See,  mommy always made me SIT, then DOWN and STAY before I can COME to have my meal.  So, what I did was that I go straight to DOWN even when mommy said SIT! Like  that, I saved mommy some time (and mine too..coz I was hungry already)! Ain't I  smart?!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;PS: Daddy thinks I'm confused! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-3819239184943752952?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3819239184943752952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=3819239184943752952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/3819239184943752952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/3819239184943752952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/aint-i-smart.html' title='Ain&apos;t I smart?!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-6420943043631570409</id><published>2007-01-26T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T12:59:08.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Happy!</title><content type='html'>Mommy was in a very good mood yesterday! Wanna know why? Coz I finally knew how to do the "DOWN" command! Yeah, I finally figured out that I am supposed to do the DOWN position all by myself and not waiting for mommy to do it for me. Mommy was dancing around and around when I first did the command without any help (Altho' mommy has to repeat the command for a few times before I get it..:p) ... Hehe... It's a bit weird that human get so excited over little things. Hmmm...  But it's a good thing though, coz mommy gave me some treats as a reward. Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Yesterday was "Cleaning Ears" day..Urgghh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-6420943043631570409?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6420943043631570409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=6420943043631570409&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/6420943043631570409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/6420943043631570409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/mommys-happy.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Happy!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-5411377398157152739</id><published>2007-01-25T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:46:47.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My cousin Max!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RbguhSDiSKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1KAgIMQVx88/s1600-h/CuteMax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RbguhSDiSKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1KAgIMQVx88/s200/CuteMax.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023816533649016994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RbguiyDiSLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/53Ord9s82Wc/s1600-h/Max.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RbguiyDiSLI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/53Ord9s82Wc/s200/Max.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023816559418820786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all! Here are some of cousin Max's pictures taken when he was a baby! Isn't he a cutie, like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just found out a cool game to play with mommy. All I have to do is to climb up the stairs and wait for mommy to come and get me. See, I am still a shortie, so I can't walk down the stairs yet and mommy has to climb up the stairs to bring me down to play. Isn't it fun?! In a way, I can make mommy slim down coz she has to make many trips up and down the stairs. Haha.. And me, just waiting patiently upstairs for mommy to realise I was missing and came looking for me upstairs. Hehehe... :) Ok, sometimes this game backfires when mommy decided that enough is enough and left me all alone upstairs, waiting. However, I do have a special weapon, that is to whine and cry and howl with all my might. A 100% sure-way to get attention from mommy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-5411377398157152739?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5411377398157152739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=5411377398157152739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/5411377398157152739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/5411377398157152739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-cousin-max.html' title='My cousin Max!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RbguhSDiSKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1KAgIMQVx88/s72-c/CuteMax.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-8804340583982252102</id><published>2007-01-23T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:46:47.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated pictures of me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RbW-NCDiSII/AAAAAAAAADw/XRYYP-Dhpuk/s1600-h/Benji+Sit+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RbW-NCDiSII/AAAAAAAAADw/XRYYP-Dhpuk/s200/Benji+Sit+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023130090500933762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RbW-NSDiSJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/INWDTkl1WAg/s1600-h/Benji+Down+32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RbW-NSDiSJI/AAAAAAAAAD4/INWDTkl1WAg/s200/Benji+Down+32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023130094795901074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are two pictures of me, taken by mommy while I was practising my "Down" and "Sit". I still do not understand the "Down" part. Should I wait for mommy to help me to my "Down" position or should I do it myself?!?! Hmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-8804340583982252102?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8804340583982252102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=8804340583982252102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/8804340583982252102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/8804340583982252102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/updated-pictures-of-me.html' title='Updated pictures of me!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RbW-NCDiSII/AAAAAAAAADw/XRYYP-Dhpuk/s72-c/Benji+Sit+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-7923400101342919120</id><published>2007-01-23T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T15:44:50.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another jab!</title><content type='html'>Mommy and Daddy brought me to the vet yesterday again and the vet gave me another of the painful jab. This time, vet jabbed me on my buttbutt and it really hurt my buttbutt! Ouu....ouu... I was howling and crying and screaming at the same time while trying my best to climb up to mommy. :( And worse, this vet didn't even give me treats unlike the previous vet. Hmmph!&lt;br /&gt;Mommy said I had to come for at least 2 more times and the vet will do some testing to see if the mites are still around or not. If not, 2 more extra jabs... I was so glad that I could finally go home and rest. No more jab until next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-7923400101342919120?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7923400101342919120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=7923400101342919120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/7923400101342919120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/7923400101342919120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-jab.html' title='Another jab!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-6291130826391245388</id><published>2007-01-19T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:46:48.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sleeping poses!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RbBYqiDiSFI/AAAAAAAAADM/CTRM8RSnTaQ/s1600-h/DSCN2350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RbBYqiDiSFI/AAAAAAAAADM/CTRM8RSnTaQ/s200/DSCN2350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021611072237488210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RbBYqyDiSGI/AAAAAAAAADU/TQsq9Ded-8g/s1600-h/Benjis+picture+sensored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RbBYqyDiSGI/AAAAAAAAADU/TQsq9Ded-8g/s200/Benjis+picture+sensored.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021611076532455522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RbBYrCDiSHI/AAAAAAAAADc/EyqoR7VW4es/s1600-h/Image%28714%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RbBYrCDiSHI/AAAAAAAAADc/EyqoR7VW4es/s200/Image%28714%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021611080827422834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah,  mommy and daddy so bad! They took pictures when I was sleeping soundly and now they want to post in online?!?!?! Oh, phew...lucky mom is only sending the sensored picture. Kekeke... I used to enjoy sleeping by my side but recently I had just learnt how to sleep like mommy and daddy. Yep, by sleeping on my back!!! You should try it out!&lt;br /&gt;PS: One of the pictures was of me sleeping on mommy's lap while she was watching tv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-6291130826391245388?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6291130826391245388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=6291130826391245388&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/6291130826391245388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/6291130826391245388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-sleeping-poses.html' title='My sleeping poses!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RbBYqiDiSFI/AAAAAAAAADM/CTRM8RSnTaQ/s72-c/DSCN2350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-5721224382378955922</id><published>2007-01-19T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T10:30:08.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy is leaving me!</title><content type='html'>Sobsob... Mommy is leaving me for two days! Heard mommy speaking to daddy about leaving for Terengganu for some company trip. How could she do this to me?! Mommy, please don't go.. coz I need you mommy!! Please!! Daddy needs you too, right Daddy?!?! You know how I will be if you leave me right?! Yes, I will be there, sitting and waiting until you return... :(    This is going to be a bad weekend for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-5721224382378955922?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5721224382378955922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=5721224382378955922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/5721224382378955922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/5721224382378955922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/mommy-is-leaving-me.html' title='Mommy is leaving me!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-6143656293117909966</id><published>2007-01-18T12:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T12:58:03.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate bath!</title><content type='html'>I don't understand why mommy needs to bathe me so often! It's not like I am dirty or anything! I am an indoor dog and I play indoor as well. Ok, occassionally I do play in the garden but I am still very clean. Why, mom?! I really hate bath-time! Mommy and Daddy made me soooo wet and I looked so thin and tiny when my hair's wet... Not handsome and cute at all! And Daddy even said that I looked like a big size Chihuahua! What?!?!?! Personally, I think bathing should just be once a month, or even better, once a year! Or best, never ever!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay, I do admit I look and smell nice after bath, but I really don't like water much. Maybe if daddy and mommy bathe me with yogurt and milk or something like that, I might enjoy it. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-6143656293117909966?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6143656293117909966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=6143656293117909966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/6143656293117909966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/6143656293117909966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-hate-bath.html' title='I hate bath!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-7948429651689304543</id><published>2007-01-17T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:46:48.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of my after the K9 day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/Ra3O2CDiSCI/AAAAAAAAACc/QpfEEm5-N3Q/s1600-h/TIRED+BENJI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/Ra3O2CDiSCI/AAAAAAAAACc/QpfEEm5-N3Q/s200/TIRED+BENJI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020896587247929378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/Ra3O2SDiSDI/AAAAAAAAACk/EUVAYSI8ud0/s1600-h/me+and+daddy+k9+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/Ra3O2SDiSDI/AAAAAAAAACk/EUVAYSI8ud0/s200/me+and+daddy+k9+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020896591542896690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/Ra3O2iDiSEI/AAAAAAAAACs/VwqOx-fcz2Y/s1600-h/DSC02310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/Ra3O2iDiSEI/AAAAAAAAACs/VwqOx-fcz2Y/s200/DSC02310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020896595837864002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! Here are some pictures of me taken during the car trip back after the K9 day! I was so tired and all I can do was to rest on mommy's lap, enjoying the air-cond and listening to music!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-7948429651689304543?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7948429651689304543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=7948429651689304543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/7948429651689304543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/7948429651689304543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/pictures-of-my-after-k9-day.html' title='Pictures of my after the K9 day!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/Ra3O2CDiSCI/AAAAAAAAACc/QpfEEm5-N3Q/s72-c/TIRED+BENJI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-1364212240491377712</id><published>2007-01-17T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T15:16:00.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ear infection... :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Daddy and Mommy brought me to the vet yesterday. The vet is a  nice lady and she was very patient and kind to me. Dr said that I had a mites  infection in my ears (that's is why I can't hear you when you scold me, Mom!)  and some yeast infection on my belly. Mommy and Daddy were quite surprised coz  they just cleaned my ears about 3 days ago and everything was fine then. Dr.  said that I might be getting the infection from other dogs or even grass. I hope  daddy and mommy will still allow me to go for dogs's event after this. Mommy  told Auntie Mindy not to have cousin Max to come visit yet until I am cleared of  all the mites and yeast infection. (Darn!) Nice Dr. said that I will have to be  jabbed for 3 to 4 times weekly until the mites infection is gone! Those are  painful jab you know? They are some oil-based jabs and sort of went under your  skin. I was at first ok with the jab (it was kinda prickly) but a few seconds, I  started to feel all the pain. I clutched tightly to Mommy and Daddy and whined  softly ( I didn't want the Dr. to think I am such a baby...). The Dr. also  helped to clean all the wax in my ears. Yucky! I was so glad that I could  finally go home. Before I left, nice Dr. said I am very well-behaved puppy and  both mommy and daddy were so proud of me! Mommy bought me a new toy as a reward!  Yeah! Thanks mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: I weigh 3.2kgs now! Two months ago, I was only 1kg.  Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-1364212240491377712?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1364212240491377712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=1364212240491377712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/1364212240491377712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/1364212240491377712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/ear-infection.html' title='Ear infection... :('/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-8519833615367624517</id><published>2007-01-16T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T13:10:59.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahoo! I did it!</title><content type='html'>Yeah! I finally knew how to climb up the stairs! Now, I don't have to wait patiently downstairs for mommy and daddy to come down but instead I can follow them up. Sometimes, I am even faster in going up the stairs than both of them... But there is this tiny problem, I don't know how to go down the staircase. Anyway, mommy won't let me coz she said I was too tiny and might fall and break myself. Mommy said she will only let me when I am bigger and stronger, so for the time being, I am enjoying myself being carried downstairs by mommy every morning. Hehe. At the same time, I will be licking mommy on her chin to tell her "Thank you!"&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Mindy said that she will be bringing Max for a visit and then we could go for a walk together. I really can't wait! The last time I saw Max, he was a huge beagle and I was so small then (I was only 3 months old!). Now that I am taller and older (actually, I am only 4 months old,but anyway...), I think we could have real fun now!&lt;br /&gt;PS: Mommy will be bringing me to the vet today coz there are some red spots on my tummy and mommy &amp;amp; daddy are worried. I hate going to the vet! The last time I was there, I was being jabbed by the vet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-8519833615367624517?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8519833615367624517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=8519833615367624517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/8519833615367624517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/8519833615367624517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/yahoo-i-did-it.html' title='Yahoo! I did it!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-4967280236400572728</id><published>2007-01-15T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:46:49.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of my pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/Rar_KCDiR9I/AAAAAAAAABo/B8oLAQeGdbc/s1600-h/Smiling+Benji+s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/Rar_KCDiR9I/AAAAAAAAABo/B8oLAQeGdbc/s200/Smiling+Benji+s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020105282473314258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/Rar_KCDiR-I/AAAAAAAAABw/YUjQjjNTGvA/s1600-h/BenjiBaby+s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/Rar_KCDiR-I/AAAAAAAAABw/YUjQjjNTGvA/s200/BenjiBaby+s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020105282473314274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of me wearing the FBI &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/Rar_JiDiR8I/AAAAAAAAABg/CDkdp34Pnvc/s1600-h/I+want+to+go+up+also+s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/Rar_JiDiR8I/AAAAAAAAABg/CDkdp34Pnvc/s200/I+want+to+go+up+also+s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020105273883379650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t-shirt which mommy bought me. Of coz, you can't really see the t-shirt coz of the way daddy took the pictures. But still, how do I look?   Mommy can't stop giggling when she saw me in this and  Daddy said I looked smart! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-4967280236400572728?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4967280236400572728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=4967280236400572728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/4967280236400572728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/4967280236400572728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/some-of-my-pictures.html' title='Some of my pictures...'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/Rar_KCDiR9I/AAAAAAAAABo/B8oLAQeGdbc/s72-c/Smiling+Benji+s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-3109634356320710152</id><published>2007-01-15T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T11:52:08.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K9 Day 2007</title><content type='html'>Mommy and Daddy brought me to K9 Day yesterday and it was sooo cool! I gotta meet a lot of furry friends of all sizes and colours and types. But to tell you honestly, I was kinda nervous as this was my first outing and I wasn't accustomed to seeing so many dogs. You might think I am exaggerating but some of them are sooo huge that all I can see is their huge paws. Woah... Some of them were sniffing me and I was petrified! Mom kept telling me to enjoy myself but how do you enjoy yourself when there are giants walking everywhere?! Some human took pictures of me and said that I was so cute. Hope that they get good pictures of me. :p&lt;br /&gt;Daddy was having himself a blast by taking pictures of cute furry friends taking part in the beauty contest. As for me and mommy, we made some new friends. I finally got the chance to meet Sasha and Sze Ern in person. They are so pretty and cute with their ribbons hanging on their heads. I saw Amber, Faith and Chloe participating in the beauty pageant but I didn't get to know who won as I was busy exploring other areas after that. All in all, it was a tiring day for me and mommy had to carry me to the car park. I rested quietly on mommy's lap the whole journey back and went to sleep once I reached home.  Really hope to have more outing next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-3109634356320710152?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3109634356320710152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=3109634356320710152&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/3109634356320710152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/3109634356320710152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/k9-day-2007.html' title='K9 Day 2007'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-4588745859045568429</id><published>2007-01-11T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:46:50.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna have a girlfriend/sister!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RaWm3yDiR6I/AAAAAAAAABI/lRAd7PHUxt8/s1600-h/IMAGE_00090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RaWm3yDiR6I/AAAAAAAAABI/lRAd7PHUxt8/s200/IMAGE_00090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018600837033904034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RaWm4SDiR7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/3pq92Adm7TQ/s1600-h/IMAGE_00093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RaWm4SDiR7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/3pq92Adm7TQ/s200/IMAGE_00093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018600845623838642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy told me that the nice lady who groom me (until I look so handsome now.. hehe..) has gotten her family a female Mini Schnauzer from the same breeder where mommy got me. Nice lady suggested that maybe she could be my girlfriend one day when she gets older. Cool! I don't even have to waste my time looking for a gf. Hehe. But mommy said that she could be my little sis from a different littre. Hmm... anyway, no matter what, I will either be having a gf or a sis. Which, to me, is great news!&lt;br /&gt;PS: Daddy is finally free this Sunday! Yeah! Now we could go to the K9 day as a big happy family!&lt;br /&gt;I have also posted some cool pix taken by the nice lady who groomed me last week. How do I look?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-4588745859045568429?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4588745859045568429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=4588745859045568429&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/4588745859045568429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/4588745859045568429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-gonna-have-girlfriendsister.html' title='I&apos;m gonna have a girlfriend/sister!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RaWm3yDiR6I/AAAAAAAAABI/lRAd7PHUxt8/s72-c/IMAGE_00090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-4670334655950087225</id><published>2007-01-10T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:46:50.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pictures of myself at 8 weeks old!</title><content type='html'>Hi all... mommy said she wanna post some of my earlier pictures here. Mommy took those when I was just 8 weeks old and I must admit I didn't look as handsome as I am now. Hehe. Still, a lot of people kept commenting that I look tiny and cute so...here they are now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RaR7JSDiR2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oR1X1JlnRjI/s1600-h/blurblurbenji+at+8wks+old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RaR7JSDiR2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oR1X1JlnRjI/s200/blurblurbenji+at+8wks+old.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018271284193281890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RaR7JSDiR3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/35FenaqVED4/s1600-h/benjifirstday%28s%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RaR7JSDiR3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/35FenaqVED4/s200/benjifirstday%28s%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018271284193281906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RaR74SDiR5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/xjuJBb61G48/s1600-h/Image%28691%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8048949122885261301#" id="togglePostOptions" onclick="togglePostOptions(this); return false"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-4670334655950087225?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4670334655950087225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=4670334655950087225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/4670334655950087225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/4670334655950087225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/some-pictures-of-myself-at-8-weeks-old.html' title='Some pictures of myself at 8 weeks old!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aDtxCxZZJb8/RaR7JSDiR2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/oR1X1JlnRjI/s72-c/blurblurbenji+at+8wks+old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-40952074237060090</id><published>2007-01-10T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T13:28:01.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had a nightmare this early morning at 5.40am! I dreamt that big, noisy plastic bags are chasing  after me and I can't find my mommy and daddy! In my dream, I kept barking loudly at the  plastic bags to stop them from coming near me and of all a sudden, I heard mommy's voice and realise that I was  only dreaming. Mommy looked shocked but quickly came to me and sayang me. Daddy  also woke up from all the noises and came shortly after mommy. While I was awake, I went to the toilet to pee. Mommy praise me for being a good boy... :) Woof!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-40952074237060090?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/40952074237060090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=40952074237060090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/40952074237060090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/40952074237060090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-have-dream.html' title='I have a dream...'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8048949122885261301.post-8956040602435461900</id><published>2007-01-10T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T11:42:36.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Entry!!</title><content type='html'>Woof woof everyone! Welcome to my blog! Mommy said that I should have a blog for myself so that I can share with everyone the story of my life. Mommy is still new to this blog and still is confused as to how to post and so on... so, we are both learning together how to post things up here. Hehe... Mommy, you can do it!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let me introduce myself first. My name is Benji but mommy has other names for me as well. Sometimes she calls me Benji Boy or Handsome Boy and very often Good Boy. I don't know what it means but I hope it's something good. I am now 3.5 months old and had all my jabs already. Mommy said she can finally bring me kaikai around my house. I have always been indoor as mommy is afraid that I might get sick outside. Overall, I am a good boy and I know how to peepee and poopoo in the toilet now (altho' sometimes I like to do it in the living room..hehe). I also know my sit and stay and come but only when there is food around. Hehe. I enjoy chasing mommy and daddy, biting their fingers and newspapers but I am afraid of pails and noisy big plastic bags. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8048949122885261301-8956040602435461900?l=benjiboyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8956040602435461900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8048949122885261301&amp;postID=8956040602435461900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/8956040602435461900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8048949122885261301/posts/default/8956040602435461900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjiboyboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-first-entry.html' title='My First Entry!!'/><author><name>benjiboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03710093990728748049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
