TIME FLIES WHEN YOU'RE HAVING FUN!, PART 2 / SEPT. 18,2008 =D

A few weeks ago, K sent me photos that instantly had me waxing sentimental. Earlier, as I was browsing through the book on mini-schnauzers that Father bought, I found myself wondering (with a slight tinge of melancholy) just how Buster J looked like as a pup. I don’t have to wonder anymore! Yey! ^_^ (Thanks, K. =))

This is Buster J, at 3-1/2 weeks.

This is Buster J, at less than 2 months old.


This is Buster J, a few days after we got him from Chicopoms. (He is the one on the left. Haha! ;p) He was so tiny then, he can actually comfortably curl up on my lap and sleep during the trips from House Pioneer to House Better and vice-versa. So tiny, I could actually pick him up with one arm. So tiny, I didn’t mind having him sleep on my chest as I laid down on the sofa watching TV.


These days, I find that I now have to struggle every time I pick him up—even when I use both hands and one leg to prop him up. These days, he is already “tall enough” to see out the window so he never really sleeps during car rides anymore. These days, I find that I am barely able to breathe every time he climbs up on my chest to sleep. He’s quite heavy for his size—as most schnauzers are. He’s not fat. He is, as they say in the vernacular, siksik. =D Thing is, he seems to think that he is still tiny. So he still expects to be picked up every time he makes lambing. He still expects to sit on my lap—no matter how uncomfortable he is—during drives. He even looks at me quite accusingly (a mixture of irritation and wonder glinting in his eyes) every time I try to move him from my chest to my side before he falls asleep.

That’s because, these days, this is the face that greets us every time we walk through the front door. It is the face that bugs us every time our full attention is required. Meet Buster J at 7 months. Long-haired Buster J. (Because we’re still waiting for his “poodle-foot-fur” to grow back just a weeeeeeee bit longer. Haha! =D)


Just the other night, as I watched him with Ragdoll, I came to a surprising realization. I should stop buying Buster J puppy food. He is now a dog.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! =(

Hahaha. =P


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Who is Ragdoll?

Ragdoll is Buster J’s best friend.

NOT! =D

Ragdoll is actually MY bestfriend. Hehe. Ever since I got Ragdoll for Buster J, he has stopped pulling and ngawing on all the rugs and floor mats at home. Haha! =D Now, I just have to figure out a way to keep Buster J off Father's new cushions--which, quite coincidentally (and unfortunately), all look like big, plump, square cousins of Ragdoll. Ngyah. =D