Productive Saturday

It’s rare that I experience such a Saturday where things get done.

Woke up at 6:30 as it was my turn to walk my girl.

I have been testing a new mesh chest piece for her because she just spazzes out and lunges. She has been really good so far but she does walk a little slower the usual. Still really stubborn with her persistent sniffing though.

After the walk we got to the front door and I notice Ori’s gaze locked on to something. It was black thing across the street, perhaps a cat. I shoved Ori into the yard and walk across to see if the animal needs help. Turns out to be this lost cutie patootie:


He let me carry him like a baby into our spare room and was very eager for any pets. The little peanut kept flopping belly up and just leaning his very teeny body against my legs. I may or may not have 30 photos of the little guy on my phone.

We dropped him off the vets and later on in the week we found out he had been dropped off at the pound. I hope his owners got him back…

After that I went to a cafe opening. It was really official with *two* ribbon cuttings and got some nice snaps. The cafe was OK, interesting location but the iced coffee I had was terrible.

Upside: I got smoothered by the cutest pink puppy for a whole 5 minutes :)

Later that afternoon we went to collect this mammoth of a shelving unit.

We had to help the sellers shift the unit up and down a truck they had borrowed, which was really nice of them. (They also had two uber friendly dachshunds.)

It is a custom made unit from a home salon, made by boilermaker of a husband, perfect display shelf for my typers. *Finally* something typewriter related! A small part of the machines now reside in the living room, I’ll get you an updated picture once I have them all up ;)

To round off the day I got around to organising some of my art supplies in the newly appointed ‘Art Room’. I am hoping to return to more hands on crafty goodness later in the year, it has been awhile.

Uh, as you can see.. It’s more dog filled than productive, but it’s nice to finally have the house things coming together. :)

Now that was last Saturday. Unfortunately I can not say I have had the same experience this weekend – it has been a shade of poo and full of Netflix TV series… I think I finished almost two seasons of a new show.

Doggone it

When I was young I always thought I’d be a vet. Of course I flunked school so that never eventuated. 

We would be out and about and there would be a stray cat that I had no choice but to pet. Stray cats was very common in Singapore, not so much dogs.

The felines always seem to follow me around, meowing for pets or food. It felt like it should be a Hiroyuki Morita movie. 

And since moving to Australia that’s changed to dogs! 

This big boofhead waltzed towards our front door – apparently he’s a true escape artist 

This sweetie pie jumped out of her garden last Sunday because some idiot let of fireworks the night before. 

These two cuties ambushed us on our walk :3

There was another pomerianian that we found. It was cute derp thing! 

There was an exception of this cutie pie that K found in the bushes in town. We nearly adopted her.

To more puppies and kittens found in the near future! :3


A short story by me.



So I bring pog for late walk. Turning around a corner we see a figure approaching us pretty quickly.

I’m not sure how pog will react, so I double up my leash around her chest in case she decides to lunge at it because she’s a big black dog.

And it comes closer…

And closer…
I’m standing like a pole bracing for impact




It proceeds to kill us with jumping, pawing and sloberry licks.
At this point, I’m internal screaming.

As if it hadn’t already stained me and pog enough, it puffs around mud for a bit and continues slaying us.


And then the unthinkable happens!



I feel like I have to make the most impossible decision.

Which puppy do I take home with me?
Maybe both?

Pog is dying. She’s getting chewed on and pawed at and sniffed at the inappropriate height.

She loves it

Then I have to excuse myself from the fun and games and do the right thing.

I knocked on the door of the nearest house and with a heavy heart ask “are they your puppies?”

I stop short at asking if they have a spare box or Woolies bag I can use to bundle them up to take home

The person at the door confirms its her puppy.

Insert sad face.

Pog and I bade farewell, broken and stained and continue our journey home.


Finally, the owners run down the street after us and lay off the vicious drooling beasts off us

We’re saved, and make a run for it home.

We’re OK. Pog is recovering and I need dinner.


We’re a family of 3!

After a failed trial run we were contacted about another dog that had just got into the local program and the adoption facilitator told K and I that this was the dog for us. 

We’ve had her for just over two months now and we’ve (finally) officially adopted her! <3

She’s hilarious with her cartoon eyebrows and random antics. She’s probably derp level 50. 

She stares at me when I cook dinners and meets us at the door when we come home. 

Daily cuddle sessions makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside like I’ve got a Maine Coon stuck in my guts. 

The other day she stuck her face into our room only to burp at us.

#proudmumma moment: we think she has had really bad experiences with cars and she doesn’t like travelling in it, much less getting into the box on wheels. Yesterday she hopped in and out of the car unassisted #likeaboss. 

I’m beginning to understand when parents gush about their toddlers.