<?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-30020163</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:51:16.691+08:00</updated><category term='fetch specific toys'/><title type='text'>My master calls me Whiskey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>I_am_whiskey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476216743991823559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/R5Q0-belGtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PQb4OUr4rsk/S220/Happy+Birthday+Whiskey.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30020163.post-5911485569191577131</id><published>2010-10-05T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T23:55:54.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2010 Highlights :D :D :D</title><content type='html'>Long time NO blog does indicate that my masters have not been spending time with me. I think I have grown much older as time goes back. I'm going 5 years old soon this coming 28th December 2010. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wish that this year my master will remember my birthday and buy me a birthday cake. They&amp;nbsp; both have missed that twice 2 years back. It is so sad. Seems like they remember few days before but on the actually as they are busy with their precious daughter they have forgotten totally. And 3 days after my birthday both of them starts to remember and feel so sorry about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/TKtE9kZnlHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OpPNkKXzE6U/s1600/08122009213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/TKtE9kZnlHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OpPNkKXzE6U/s320/08122009213.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/TKtE_nIq7pI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nXvNH2iv1l8/s1600/08122009216.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/TKtE_nIq7pI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nXvNH2iv1l8/s320/08122009216.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/TKtFB01vxrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ue1IBIcrUbo/s1600/09122009226.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/TKtFB01vxrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ue1IBIcrUbo/s320/09122009226.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's me, always being so obedient, staying outside the door without bothering both my masters. I'm still the same old loyal dog to them. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/TKtF0Ay_aaI/AAAAAAAAAHc/M9h2sUDAk0I/s1600/06022010394.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/TKtF0Ay_aaI/AAAAAAAAAHc/M9h2sUDAk0I/s320/06022010394.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me - is at the background of My Masters' Life. Accompany them through up &amp;amp; down of their lives. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/TKtHbOeDbTI/AAAAAAAAAHg/tGUsFoyFdmo/s1600/11042010619.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/TKtHbOeDbTI/AAAAAAAAAHg/tGUsFoyFdmo/s320/11042010619.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's my wife - Whoopy. She came over April this year to stayover for a week. Mainly is because she's on heat and her owner is worry that other dogs at her house will mate with her. Her owner likes me and wants me to be her husband. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/TKtHdN8Cd_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/Z7YXkJ_92s0/s1600/11042010627.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/TKtHdN8Cd_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/Z7YXkJ_92s0/s320/11042010627.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;During the week, we spend time day &amp;amp; night together. Our relationship blossoms over night. 2 months after that 5 puppies were born; 1 Male &amp;amp; 4 Female. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/TKtHe6hw8VI/AAAAAAAAAHo/hoSjU_XgoZ8/s1600/11042010628.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/TKtHe6hw8VI/AAAAAAAAAHo/hoSjU_XgoZ8/s320/11042010628.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/TKtHg-WGkdI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4Hx74Cp8l1M/s1600/11042010632.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/TKtHg-WGkdI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4Hx74Cp8l1M/s320/11042010632.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's my cute little master - posing with my wife as my master ask her to squat beside whoopy. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Well, that's the main hightlight of me in year 2010. A great achievement :) &lt;br /&gt;I'm beaming with pride - Finally I think I'm a REAL man.... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;T&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U90RCe_rnhQ/TJ2R6TPWIrI/AAAAAAAABK8/a8FeIvdTiRM/s1600/IMG_4468.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U90RCe_rnhQ/TJ2R6TPWIrI/AAAAAAAABK8/a8FeIvdTiRM/s320/IMG_4468.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my son- the one only that masters get in contact with.&amp;nbsp;His name is Zeby. Now staying with mommy master's sister in Puchong. I heard that he's really mischevious and she has broken color at the saddle. Totally different from me. :) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/30020163-5911485569191577131?l=beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/5911485569191577131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30020163&amp;postID=5911485569191577131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/5911485569191577131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/5911485569191577131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/2010/10/long-time-no-blog.html' title='My 2010 Highlights :D :D :D'/><author><name>I_am_whiskey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476216743991823559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/R5Q0-belGtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PQb4OUr4rsk/S220/Happy+Birthday+Whiskey.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/TKtE9kZnlHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OpPNkKXzE6U/s72-c/08122009213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30020163.post-762101465587163290</id><published>2009-06-21T16:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:27:19.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She can play with me soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/Sj3sfzqKEjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/T6l-90yqnbw/s1600-h/153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349691963573146162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/Sj3sfzqKEjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/T6l-90yqnbw/s320/153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can anyone spot me? Its me trailing the little girl... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya, ever since she's born, my life has been totally change.. i'm no longer the center of their attention. Mum master knows about it. And I know she's trying her best to still give me the best she can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get to eat my meal with some lamb meat sometimes.. that's their treat for me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get to eat snacks too when they go out of the house each time.. that's never change too from the beginning.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy master bought me a new bone.. he's afraid I'm too bored and all my toys are getting too old that I never touch them any more. Maybe I've grown out of itchy gums. But its ok, I still chew the nylon bone in front of my masters just to "entertain" them.. haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've a sense that this little girl is getting more human as day goes by... she can even pat me and say me "good boy" ... that's a good sign that I can have someone to play with very soon... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: Mum master just realised that its the 1st post on my blog for the year 2009... can't believe time flies.. super fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30020163-762101465587163290?l=beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/762101465587163290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30020163&amp;postID=762101465587163290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/762101465587163290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/762101465587163290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-can-play-with-me-soon.html' title='She can play with me soon'/><author><name>I_am_whiskey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476216743991823559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/R5Q0-belGtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PQb4OUr4rsk/S220/Happy+Birthday+Whiskey.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/Sj3sfzqKEjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/T6l-90yqnbw/s72-c/153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30020163.post-1834238677020488475</id><published>2008-06-23T18:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:49:46.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life has changed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/SF91XRuK8iI/AAAAAAAAAEY/RJLyQg5ycBU/s1600-h/Jayme+&amp;amp;+Whiskey+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215015936272822818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/SF91XRuK8iI/AAAAAAAAAEY/RJLyQg5ycBU/s400/Jayme+%26+Whiskey+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since May 6th 2008 I have a little sister. Mum master told me that her name is baby Jayme. I was told not to go too near her often as she's still small and sensitive towards my fur. Is that true? Mum master also not very sure about it but she's just taking precaution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now every morning I will be release to stay outside at the car porch area. Initially I struggle so badly because I miss home. Where I don't feel the heat of sunshine at all. I feel secured and protected. Outside is just so warm and hot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, after a few weeks of practise, I managed to adapt to this new change. And I begin to enjoy my new lifestyle outside the house. Where there's so much to "kaypo". I love to bark especially at the garbage collector and my favourite postman. Poor people, they work so hard but yet when I see them coming near to my house I cannot control myself but to bark just in case they may attack my house? @_@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be let into the house at 6pm everyday. I am very obedient, I know that I am not allowed to go near baby Jayme so i alway stay outside the room where she is and just watch her. I am allowed to sniff her once in a while though. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/SF-bdvQ6RCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Fox212_SnTQ/s1600-h/Jayme+&amp;amp;+Whiskey+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215057828724229154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/SF-bdvQ6RCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Fox212_SnTQ/s400/Jayme+%26+Whiskey+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When mum master allow me to come into the room I will quietly sit down and watch her and baby Jayme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many people says that I'm like mum master 1st child while baby Jayme is their 2nd child. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30020163-1834238677020488475?l=beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/1834238677020488475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30020163&amp;postID=1834238677020488475' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/1834238677020488475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/1834238677020488475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-life-has-changed.html' title='My life has changed'/><author><name>I_am_whiskey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476216743991823559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/R5Q0-belGtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PQb4OUr4rsk/S220/Happy+Birthday+Whiskey.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/SF91XRuK8iI/AAAAAAAAAEY/RJLyQg5ycBU/s72-c/Jayme+%26+Whiskey+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30020163.post-3178569558333301006</id><published>2008-01-21T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T14:19:31.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2nd Birthday Whiskey! :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/R5QyerelGrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TcQE8Ca_z3U/s1600-h/Happy+Birthday+Whiskey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157802975894510258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/R5QyerelGrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TcQE8Ca_z3U/s320/Happy+Birthday+Whiskey.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last year on 28th Dec 2007 12 am dad and mum masters bought me a strawberry cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, they gave me my kibbles + burp lamb meat. It was yummy. I hardly get such treatment from them. I appreciate it very much. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I look cool in the photo? No sense of excitement yah? I'm already used to it. Just have to act cool and post in front of the camera. After a few rounds I will get to eat them. So why make myself too excited and get scolded. :P hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30020163-3178569558333301006?l=beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/3178569558333301006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30020163&amp;postID=3178569558333301006' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/3178569558333301006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/3178569558333301006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-2nd-birthday-whiskey.html' title='Happy 2nd Birthday Whiskey! :-)'/><author><name>I_am_whiskey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476216743991823559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/R5Q0-belGtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PQb4OUr4rsk/S220/Happy+Birthday+Whiskey.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/R5QyerelGrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TcQE8Ca_z3U/s72-c/Happy+Birthday+Whiskey.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30020163.post-3791346341584372781</id><published>2007-08-03T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T22:45:30.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time didn't post my photo :(</title><content type='html'>These photos are taken not recently. These are the only latest pics taken. It was in May 2007. How sad ya? Mum master just remember that today !!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just to share with you...:)&lt;br /&gt;Photo taken during the Dog Olympic Days in May 2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;img src="http://media2.dropshots.com/photos/214573/20070527/105815.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;img src="http://media1.dropshots.com/photos/214573/20070527/112435.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the big dog that I kept barking at. I dunno why. As long as the dog look very big I cannot control myself but to bark at them. I was then insulted by the owner of this dog saying that I'm so small and ask me not to be arrogant. Because his dog with 1 bite can swallow me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media2.dropshots.com/photos/214573/20070527/113447.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me and a BIGGER ME.. The Basset Hound.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;img src="http://media0.dropshots.com/photos/214573/20070527/104349.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This me and a small dog... I look scared..and indeed I'm !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media2.dropshots.com/photos/214573/20070527/105203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit to rest and look around.. and when I see big dog..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media2.dropshots.com/photos/214573/20070527/111554.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll bark... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media1.dropshots.com/photos/214573/20070527/111559.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, daddy master scolded me for being such a nuisance.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media0.dropshots.com/photos/214573/20070527/111621.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media2.dropshots.com/photos/214573/20070527/111359.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The End -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30020163-3791346341584372781?l=beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/3791346341584372781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30020163&amp;postID=3791346341584372781' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/3791346341584372781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/3791346341584372781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/2007/08/long-time-didnt-post-my-photo.html' title='Long time didn&apos;t post my photo :('/><author><name>I_am_whiskey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476216743991823559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/R5Q0-belGtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PQb4OUr4rsk/S220/Happy+Birthday+Whiskey.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30020163.post-3196987985549600912</id><published>2007-05-05T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T13:00:07.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, The Bride and The Bridegroom :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RjwKScDKJrI/AAAAAAAAADM/QvG5Pz0jl7s/s1600-h/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060931393140958898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RjwKScDKJrI/AAAAAAAAADM/QvG5Pz0jl7s/s400/006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem... ! Do I look good ? I'm handsome right ?&lt;br /&gt;People say, the bride and the groom look different. What do they mean? Aish.. but I still look the same .. no need to touch up the designer say. Cos I don't have any pimple or scarring also. They say I look the same. That means, I look handsome all the time ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High possibility !!!! :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sorry, got carried away boasting about myself !&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce, the groom is my uncle the bride is my aunty leekwan. My uncle is my mummy master's sister's hubby. My aunty leekwan is my mummy master's sister. Her favourite sister that I always mention in this blog. Anyway, I haven't seen her for very long time already. I heard she has gone to Australia after taking this pics together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I miss her? I think so, when I see her one day :P. But I heard that she misses me a lot and ask mum master to tell me that !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30020163-3196987985549600912?l=beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/3196987985549600912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30020163&amp;postID=3196987985549600912' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/3196987985549600912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/3196987985549600912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/2007/05/me-bride-and-bridegroom-d.html' title='Me, The Bride and The Bridegroom :D'/><author><name>I_am_whiskey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476216743991823559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/R5Q0-belGtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PQb4OUr4rsk/S220/Happy+Birthday+Whiskey.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RjwKScDKJrI/AAAAAAAAADM/QvG5Pz0jl7s/s72-c/006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30020163.post-919579388533190314</id><published>2007-03-22T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T00:41:25.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Know How Was My CNY ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKg5BQUZqI/AAAAAAAAABI/DDrox07db5o/s1600-h/firecrackersleftover.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044771434058245794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKg5BQUZqI/AAAAAAAAABI/DDrox07db5o/s320/firecrackersleftover.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya I know its too late. Blame masters for not uploading the photos earlier. :P &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CNY In Daddy Master's Hometown (Sitiawan)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is my masters first time celebrating CNY with me. Last year during this time I was still with my mum. Just a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKhrBQUZrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-YIZ9dachLo/s1600-h/fireworksfear.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044772293051705010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKhrBQUZrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-YIZ9dachLo/s320/fireworksfear.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the first night, it was chinese new year eve. Wow.. it was a horror of horror at midnight there were lightning in the sky. It was so horrible.. in a way that I can never explain how the sound just thunder and thunder non-stop for at least 15 mins. I was so frightened by it. My whole body was shivering, very nervous and not knowing where to go. It was so comforting when mummy master consoled me. She was my refuge that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKithQUZsI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTo5UWzb8YM/s1600-h/basketballfield.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044773435513005762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKithQUZsI/AAAAAAAAABY/fTo5UWzb8YM/s320/basketballfield.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, mummy master woke up very early to check on me whether I escaped from the kitchen area where the night before daddy master has tried his best to use at least 6 playpan to coverup some area and also used a chair and a big pail of water to hinder me from removing them. Oh they were wrong, I was much strong than what they thought. I managed to move the chair despite of the big pail of water. However there were no damage when I escaped. So they are alright with me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKknhQUZtI/AAAAAAAAABg/wY0fk3qPbj0/s1600-h/basketballme1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044775531457046226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKknhQUZtI/AAAAAAAAABg/wY0fk3qPbj0/s320/basketballme1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some shots taken at the basket ball field. I love Sitiawan. I can hear all kinds of sound early in the morning. Such as chirping sounds of the birds, cocks crowing and some wild dogs playing and barking. However I don't see any cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKlABQUZuI/AAAAAAAAABo/apoWErGpd7A/s1600-h/basketballmesit2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044775952363841250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKlABQUZuI/AAAAAAAAABo/apoWErGpd7A/s320/basketballmesit2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were always some kinds of nature sound around that make me curious and just look around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKlLBQUZvI/AAAAAAAAABw/m26eHiWGUqk/s1600-h/basketballmestand3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044776141342402290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKlLBQUZvI/AAAAAAAAABw/m26eHiWGUqk/s320/basketballmestand3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKmTBQUZwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qkynDxGWF1Q/s1600-h/mebarkatothers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044777378292983554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKmTBQUZwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qkynDxGWF1Q/s320/mebarkatothers.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also busy barking ....&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.. was barking at the 2 rotweiller that were also very "beh song" with me.. they bark at me.. I also bark at them... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was just so fun to be able to sniff the nature. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CNY in Mummy Master's Hometown (Segamat) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKothQUZxI/AAAAAAAAACA/mdFtBvvrBtg/s1600-h/walkwauntylk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044780032582772498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKothQUZxI/AAAAAAAAACA/mdFtBvvrBtg/s320/walkwauntylk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning walk in Segamat was the highlight for me. It was many times more fun compare to Sitiwan. It was because of the wider area of natural beauty that I experienced. Near mum master's house, there were a wide jogging track area. Along the way, we pass by 2 lakes, a very long jogging tracks. I can see all kinds of birds playing on the ground. It was there too I do my business near one of those bushes. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKphRQUZyI/AAAAAAAAACI/WkNa2NNwiOc/s1600-h/walkwauntylk2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044780921641002786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKphRQUZyI/AAAAAAAAACI/WkNa2NNwiOc/s320/walkwauntylk2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me and mum master's favourite sister, aunty LeeKwan. Whom also loves me very much. I will miss her for sure as she'll be migrating to Oz very soon. *sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKp7BQUZzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0yimnuA7ymQ/s1600-h/joggingtrack1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044781364022634290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKp7BQUZzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0yimnuA7ymQ/s320/joggingtrack1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the jogging track. Just half of it. Cos mum master took it from the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKqnhQUZ1I/AAAAAAAAACg/CL23r6PGcuY/s1600-h/mummasternmejogs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044782128526813010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKqnhQUZ1I/AAAAAAAAACg/CL23r6PGcuY/s320/mummasternmejogs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum master and me jogs a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKqPBQUZ0I/AAAAAAAAACY/u7KruS2lzHw/s1600-h/mummasternmeatjogtrack.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044781707620017986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKqPBQUZ0I/AAAAAAAAACY/u7KruS2lzHw/s320/mummasternmeatjogtrack.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired after jogging.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKrUxQUZ2I/AAAAAAAAACo/5KpUks5Ov4s/s1600-h/lake1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044782905915893602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKrUxQUZ2I/AAAAAAAAACo/5KpUks5Ov4s/s320/lake1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKsVRQUZ3I/AAAAAAAAACw/64X9HaT8U2A/s1600-h/pplfishing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044784014017455986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKsVRQUZ3I/AAAAAAAAACw/64X9HaT8U2A/s320/pplfishing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the lake.. I can see people fishing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKtChQUZ4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/qhC5FQheSlg/s1600-h/birdflies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044784791406536578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKtChQUZ4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/qhC5FQheSlg/s320/birdflies.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see it? The bird flew when they saw us approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKwWRQUZ5I/AAAAAAAAADA/3w8M3JMne5o/s1600-h/tiredundertree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKwWRQUZ5I/AAAAAAAAADA/3w8M3JMne5o/s320/tiredundertree.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044788429243836306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just very satisfying. Though it was tiring, I was rather contented and never felt so close to nature in my life before. I look forward to the next trip to follow them back. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30020163-919579388533190314?l=beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/919579388533190314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30020163&amp;postID=919579388533190314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/919579388533190314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/919579388533190314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/2007/03/know-how-was-my-cny.html' title='Know How Was My CNY ?'/><author><name>I_am_whiskey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476216743991823559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/R5Q0-belGtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PQb4OUr4rsk/S220/Happy+Birthday+Whiskey.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RgKg5BQUZqI/AAAAAAAAABI/DDrox07db5o/s72-c/firecrackersleftover.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30020163.post-303538870548902965</id><published>2007-01-13T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:07:45.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RajuccM4egI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XpuQP_SVNRw/s1600-h/Whiskey_Bday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019523957078391298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RajuccM4egI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XpuQP_SVNRw/s320/Whiskey_Bday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th Dec 2006 was my 1st birthday. That morning daddy master gave me extra food. :D&lt;br /&gt;Mummy master was away for business trip in Singapore so she missed my birthday. However, she called and sms back to wish me "Happy Birthday". :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was celebrated at night with my daddy master and aunty LeeKwan, my mummy master's favourite sister. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me and my cake !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/Rajvg8M4eiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fYWL4JD9E3g/s1600-h/yummymycake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019525133899430434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/Rajvg8M4eiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fYWL4JD9E3g/s320/yummymycake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RajvzsM4ejI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NRLBFXH6vjo/s1600-h/whataretheydoing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019525456021977650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RajvzsM4ejI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NRLBFXH6vjo/s320/whataretheydoing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual they'll never make my life easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RajxV8M4ekI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5T4bTB1dXyA/s1600-h/poorme.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019527143944124994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RajxV8M4ekI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5T4bTB1dXyA/s320/poorme.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... poor me ! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/214573/20061228/222824.flv&amp;amp;post=1"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Finally I get to eat !!! and dirty their floor !!!  &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:8;"&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/30020163-303538870548902965?l=beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/303538870548902965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30020163&amp;postID=303538870548902965' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/303538870548902965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/303538870548902965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me !'/><author><name>I_am_whiskey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476216743991823559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/R5Q0-belGtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PQb4OUr4rsk/S220/Happy+Birthday+Whiskey.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/RajuccM4egI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XpuQP_SVNRw/s72-c/Whiskey_Bday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30020163.post-8035054069319262201</id><published>2006-12-12T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T22:25:08.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetch specific toys'/><title type='text'>Masters say I'm an Intellectual Dog</title><content type='html'>Why do they say so ? They said that I'm not a sporty dog but seems like I am good in learning new words. I catch up new words easily. Apart from daily routine words like wee-wee, sit, stay, roll-over, playdead, come, go inside, etc. I also know how to recognise every of my toys by name. Daddy and mummy master initially was very amazed by this gifting that I have. And they decided to buy more toys for me so that I have more names to remember. Unfortunately, most of the toys was destroyed by me very easily because I am a beagle that loves to bite. Eventually they have no choice but to spend money to buy really high quality toys for me. So far the toys that I still have is Jackaroo, Big Bone, Small bone, Big Rope, Croco and blanket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a video where mummy master asked me to take Croco. Croco is my oldest and toughest friend. Though his tail is no longer there but I still love him the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/214573/20061121/220044.flv&amp;amp;post=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:8;"&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get the right toy that master wants, I get to play tug-of-war, fetch or chase with the toy in my mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30020163-8035054069319262201?l=beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/8035054069319262201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30020163&amp;postID=8035054069319262201' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/8035054069319262201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/8035054069319262201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/12/masters-say-im-intellectual-dog.html' title='Masters say I&apos;m an Intellectual Dog'/><author><name>I_am_whiskey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476216743991823559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/R5Q0-belGtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PQb4OUr4rsk/S220/Happy+Birthday+Whiskey.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30020163.post-6573935438437875235</id><published>2006-11-19T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T23:58:23.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet-N-You Dog Carnival Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4675/3664/1600/509625/IMG_1337i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4675/3664/320/503224/IMG_1337i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a not too sunny morning today. To my surprise daddy and mummy master has decided to bring me to BU park again to meet other dogs. It is called the Pet-N-You Dog Carnival Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4675/3664/1600/968841/IMG_1399_foam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4675/3664/320/573250/IMG_1399_foam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can see many many dogs around. When I reached there I started to foam. I don't understand why but I think I felt rather stressed seeing other dogs. Until now I'm already 11 months old and I'm still the same - Don't like to play with other dogs. As usual many say I'm so timid and chicken but my masters never fail to say that I'm a good boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you see me? Can see my saliva dripping so badly or not ? He He He....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4675/3664/1600/586197/IMG_1445i_whiskey_sitbench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4675/3664/320/296583/IMG_1445i_whiskey_sitbench.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's me sitting on the bench resting after a stressful day of walking and being stalked by other dogs. Oh well, I think my masters is quite disappointed to see that I am not really enjoying myself everytime they bring me out to see other friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it, its just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you believe that I dare not jump down from the bench that I'm sitting on now ? Since young masters never let me goes up on their sofa or bed or chair. So "jumping" is just not in my dictionary. I only know how to jump down from the car sit. A nice way to put it is I'm a disciplined dog. Don't I ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4675/3664/1600/938855/IMG_1438i_whiskeystand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4675/3664/320/83311/IMG_1438i_whiskeystand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I need your opinion ? Am I fat ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Err, not that I care. What I care is that masters start to give me slightly lesser food nowadays and they don't really give me snack anymore. I heard them saying that I'm a fatty bum bum. They also like to say that I've a big buttock. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compare to Mocha, of course I look soooo damn fat. Who's Mocha? Look below.. that's him.. slim and trim... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4675/3664/1600/75201/IMG_1363_mocha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4675/3664/320/758131/IMG_1363_mocha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slim, trim, and active Mocha.. who likes to challenge big dogs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4675/3664/1600/100727/IMG_1352i_vodka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4675/3664/320/81654/IMG_1352i_vodka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Vodka, he's so different from me and Mocha. Black fur and his eyes covered by his hair - so long. Mummy always say wonder if he can see. Of course he can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's a doodle. Wonder what doodle means? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doodle = Poodle + Golden Retriever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cool huh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy master likes him very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30020163-6573935438437875235?l=beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/6573935438437875235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30020163&amp;postID=6573935438437875235' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/6573935438437875235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/6573935438437875235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/11/pet-n-you-dog-carnival-day.html' title='Pet-N-You Dog Carnival Day'/><author><name>I_am_whiskey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476216743991823559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/R5Q0-belGtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PQb4OUr4rsk/S220/Happy+Birthday+Whiskey.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30020163.post-115867652423756527</id><published>2006-09-19T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T11:08:37.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merdeka Day Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/IMG_0240i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/IMG_0240i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Merdeka Day holiday, Daddy master brings me back to his hometown. At first they were quite hesitate to bring me back because they say that I will bring trouble to them. But since they've promised their nephews that they're bringing me back. The kids are all very excited and awaiting for my arrival that night. I reached there at 11.45pm almost midnight yet the kids are waiting for me! See, I was so welcomed. I finally felt my importance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy master said she will not have rest if I'm back there as it is a new environment and sure I will make noise or simply pee. &lt;br /&gt;Well, I have definitely proven them wrong! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a good boy back there. The kids love me just like how they love eating ice-cream. Is that the best way to describe? At least that's what I think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to pee in the bathroom just like when I was at home. And I'm so smart that I do not want to poo unless mummy master brings me out for a walk. That's my trick so that I get to go out twice a day. Once in the morning and once in the evening. But poor me, I've infested myself with many ticks after that !!! Sitiawan is really a town full of ticks. But, I've recovered already now after daddy master applied Frontliner over me and leave it on for a week. I smell really awful at the end of the week. Masters said I'm super "chow chow". What does that mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/IMG_0226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/IMG_0226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video below is me being drag by my cousin brother. I mean my daddy master's nephew. I dunno why I love it. But he gets tired so fast. That's not fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qFkY3g3quM0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qFkY3g3quM0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I really enjoy my trip back there. I hope daddy and mummy master will bring me back again next time. Cause I think I've proven to them that I am a good boy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30020163-115867652423756527?l=beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/115867652423756527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30020163&amp;postID=115867652423756527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/115867652423756527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/115867652423756527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/09/merdeka-day-holiday.html' title='Merdeka Day Holiday'/><author><name>I_am_whiskey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476216743991823559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/R5Q0-belGtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PQb4OUr4rsk/S220/Happy+Birthday+Whiskey.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30020163.post-115425016124332166</id><published>2006-07-30T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T11:08:37.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashes before my eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/whiskey%20104i_reluctant.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/whiskey%20104i_reluctant.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday evening ended with a flashing session. Where mummy master took something silver, small and square on her hand and asked me to "Sit" and "Stay". And she started to press on the button and I can only see flash after flash before my eyes. And she kept calling my name so that I would look at her. I was thinking to myself, what's that so nice for me to look and keep looking. So sometimes I'll turn away because my eyes are quite painful you know. It was midnight already and I'm quite tired and sleepy. I was reluctant, but I do tried my very best to please her and do what she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/whiskey%20108i_faster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/200/whiskey%20108i_faster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/whiskey%20109i_faster%20im%20tired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/200/whiskey%20109i_faster%20im%20tired.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/whiskey%20105i_walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/200/whiskey%20105i_walk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reluctant. . . . Trying. . . Distracted when daddy master say "lets go for a walk". Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/whiskey%20111i_eyes%20painful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/200/whiskey%20111i_eyes%20painful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/whiskey%20110i_my%20best.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/200/whiskey%20110i_my%20best.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying Hard . . . my eyes starts to to feel tired and painful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/whiskey%20112i_side%20post.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/200/whiskey%20112i_side%20post.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the session would end but it didn't - now trying to take my side view.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30020163-115425016124332166?l=beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/115425016124332166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30020163&amp;postID=115425016124332166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/115425016124332166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/115425016124332166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/07/flashes-before-my-eyes.html' title='Flashes before my eyes'/><author><name>I_am_whiskey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476216743991823559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/R5Q0-belGtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PQb4OUr4rsk/S220/Happy+Birthday+Whiskey.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30020163.post-115302947982989472</id><published>2006-07-16T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T11:08:37.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/IMG_0987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/IMG_0987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/IMG_0986i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/IMG_0986i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/IMG_0985i.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above are my mummy photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/IMG_0990i.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/whiskeydad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/whiskeydad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I look like them ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's ear look so much longer than mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30020163-115302947982989472?l=beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/115302947982989472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30020163&amp;postID=115302947982989472' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/115302947982989472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/115302947982989472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-parents.html' title='My Parents'/><author><name>I_am_whiskey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476216743991823559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/R5Q0-belGtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PQb4OUr4rsk/S220/Happy+Birthday+Whiskey.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30020163.post-115279611904919565</id><published>2006-07-13T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T11:08:37.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Torturous Trick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/whiskey%20076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/whiskey%20076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what's that most torturous trick to perform ???&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, I would do anything that masters ask me to do and would earn a treat. Recently, I was ask to stare at my food and not able to eat it!!!! Isn't that torturous????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My saliva almost overflowing from my mouth yet I have to patiently wait for the cue "OK" so that I can quickly run towards my food. The most cruel thing is, I am make to do it not only on my normal snack, its my main meal!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I realised that its worth it cos I am earning my own meal now. I've to work to get it. I just hope that things don't get worse cos mummy master loves to think of ways to make me work. Its not easy but its alright. I'm treasuring and appreciatin&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/whiskey_stay_meal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/whiskey_stay_meal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g my meal, my snack and my everything more and more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30020163-115279611904919565?l=beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/115279611904919565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30020163&amp;postID=115279611904919565' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/115279611904919565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/115279611904919565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/07/most-torturous-trick.html' title='Most Torturous Trick'/><author><name>I_am_whiskey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476216743991823559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/R5Q0-belGtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PQb4OUr4rsk/S220/Happy+Birthday+Whiskey.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30020163.post-115258401249034785</id><published>2006-07-11T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T11:08:37.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting up with my friends</title><content type='html'>The story of gathering begins on 8th of July 2006 when mummy master and her friends decided to let us have a gathering at my home boarding place. Where uncle Derrick has freely open up his compound to let us roam around. He even took some good shots of us ! Here are the photos :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/PICT0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/PICT0042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIMO, are you alright ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/PICT0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/PICT0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Penny, The Referee concluded that Mocha won the wrestle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/Whiskey_Timo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/Whiskey_Timo.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Checking on Timo . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/timocheckme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/timocheckme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ... Timo is checking on me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/whoopy_arrival.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/whoopy_arrival.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Arrival of Whoopy and Tasha !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/lookalike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/lookalike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she pretty? Am I handsome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we alike ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/PICT0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/PICT0151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend Mocha resting under the tree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone ???? Where's the rest? I wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/PICT0135i.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/PICT0135i.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mocha, didn't you just won the wrestle with Timo ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you making the referee Penny.... or is that Winnie .... goes thumbling down like this ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/PICT0258i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/PICT0258i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ranking from the most "tam ciak" from left to right. (excluding Winnie the most left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 1 goes to that boy standing on my mummy master's knee that's Mocha ! Didn't he look the most "tam ciak" among us all ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd place goes to Timo, followed by Whoopy beside him, and last but not least, Tasha next to Whoopy. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/PICT0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/PICT0054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mocha and Timo playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/PICT0110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/PICT0110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Whoopy is checking on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/PICT0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/PICT0128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mocha and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/PICT0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/PICT0176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mocha... not again?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/PICT0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/PICT0183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasha . . . look isn't he "leng chai" ? ? ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's Timo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/PICT0185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/PICT0185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Whoopy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/PICT0202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/PICT0202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big sister and a small boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/PICT0218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/PICT0218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timo and Mocha competing - playing throw, fetch and runaway with the rope !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/PICT0260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/PICT0260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we all look so good - some look cute, some look handsome , some stout, some petite and one look one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/PICT0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/PICT0107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Tasha !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's one of a kind , She's Whoopy's best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/PICT0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/PICT0267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This' Penny - our guard, big sister and referee of the day !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30020163-115258401249034785?l=beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/115258401249034785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30020163&amp;postID=115258401249034785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/115258401249034785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/115258401249034785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/07/meeting-up-with-my-friends.html' title='Meeting up with my friends'/><author><name>I_am_whiskey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476216743991823559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/R5Q0-belGtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PQb4OUr4rsk/S220/Happy+Birthday+Whiskey.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30020163.post-115232163991287569</id><published>2006-07-08T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T11:08:37.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/IMG_0948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/IMG_0948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to play. It is probably something that I am born with. I can play anytime of the day and even though I'm tired I can still play. Unless I'm dead tired that is after I have finish WWE with my daddy master. Yes I love wrestling with him so much that I mention so many times. Man, that was the best game. You wouldn't know how much I love to wrestle with him eventhough I loose almost at every game !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to bark at daddy master's mouth too. I bet you don't know what I &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/bark_hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/bark_hand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mean. His mouth will move from right to left and will open and close. It is another creature that wants to play with me. I don't understand why. Sometimes it will look like a human hand at times it will transform into a mouth. That's why I am so puzzled and bark everytime I see it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/Whiskey_Runs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/Whiskey_Runs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wonder why I am running? Playing chase - lor !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! I'm not chasing my master! He was chasing me like mad. I was so scared yet excited and I run for my life !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tug-of-war! Yes yes! Another game that I love to play! Mummy master loves to play that with&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/IMG_0944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/IMG_0944.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me. Sometimes she lose you know why? I think I'm stronger than her ! She only manage to win when she pulls me at the collar to get the toy from me because I always love to run away to make her chase me with my toy on my mouth. She will ask me to come and give her the toy but I don't want to do it cos its so boring. I want her to chase after me. But when I'm tired I will come to her and she will throw the toy faraway and so I have no choice but fetch it for her. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/IMG_0902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/IMG_0902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/IMG_0907.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/IMG_0907.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/IMG_0939.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/IMG_0939.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When nobody wants to play with me. Its alright. I can play tug-of-war with myself using my hand or with the wall !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30020163-115232163991287569?l=beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/115232163991287569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30020163&amp;postID=115232163991287569' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/115232163991287569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/115232163991287569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/07/play-time.html' title='Play Time'/><author><name>I_am_whiskey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476216743991823559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/R5Q0-belGtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PQb4OUr4rsk/S220/Happy+Birthday+Whiskey.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30020163.post-115194181687768568</id><published>2006-07-03T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T11:08:36.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my bone</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/whiskey_n_bone2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Among all my toys that my masters bought for me. I love my bone the most. It is the hardest and my gum feel the best rubbing on it. I've many other toys such as rubber crocodile which mummy master call it Croco, a rubber biscuit they call it biscuit, a rope and a few balls which I have destroy quite many of it. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/whiskey_n_bone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/whiskey_n_bone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I've nothing to do I love to sit on the floor and chew my bone. I can do that for a long time. That's why daddy master and mummy master always say that I'm a good...... boy...... :D &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/Whiskey_01June.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/Whiskey_01June.jpg" 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/30020163-115194181687768568?l=beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/115194181687768568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30020163&amp;postID=115194181687768568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/115194181687768568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/115194181687768568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/07/me-and-my-bone.html' title='Me and my bone'/><author><name>I_am_whiskey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476216743991823559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/R5Q0-belGtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PQb4OUr4rsk/S220/Happy+Birthday+Whiskey.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30020163.post-115184307702788676</id><published>2006-07-02T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T11:08:36.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me at dog boarding house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/Whiskey_Homeboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/Whiskey_Homeboard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/FreeRun%20(18)_Whiskey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/FreeRun%20%2818%29_Whiskey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/FreeRun%20(60)_Whiskey&amp;Friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/FreeRun%20%2860%29_Whiskey%26Friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/FreeRun%20(59)_Whiskey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/FreeRun%20%2859%29_Whiskey.jpg" 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/30020163-115184307702788676?l=beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/115184307702788676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30020163&amp;postID=115184307702788676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/115184307702788676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/115184307702788676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/07/me-at-dog-boarding-house.html' title='Me at dog boarding house'/><author><name>I_am_whiskey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476216743991823559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/R5Q0-belGtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PQb4OUr4rsk/S220/Happy+Birthday+Whiskey.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30020163.post-115097481240413001</id><published>2006-06-22T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T11:08:36.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got plenty of snacks !</title><content type='html'>Mummy master was the one that is most agitated by me. She dislikes my hyper-active, destructive, and biting behaviour. And she doesn't know what to do to stop me from all these bad habit. She started by beating me and frightens me with the cane but I don't understand at all what I've done wrong. Daddy master is the total opposite. I love daddy master. He is the most interesting man that I've played with so far. He loves me being active and he loves to wrestle with me. He doesn't mind me biting him or jumping on him at all. He makes me chase him and he chases me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I heard mummy master talking to daddy master. Mummy master has decided to train me. But how? She is clueless too. I think she came across something call the "clicker-training" method. Which focus more on rewarding me instead of beating me. From that time onwards I started to get rewarded many times a day with many snacks when I hear a "click" sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear a "click" when I sit and mummy master toss a snack to me. I wonder how I got the snack. I get up from my seat and I walk and sniff around and when I sit I hear another click and was toss another snack. These repeated a few times and I started to realise that when I sit I get a snack. Oh how easy it is. And so I learn the word "sit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/139_3919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/139_3919.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me "sit and stay" to get my snack !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30020163-115097481240413001?l=beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/115097481240413001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30020163&amp;postID=115097481240413001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/115097481240413001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/115097481240413001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-got-plenty-of-snacks.html' title='I&apos;ve got plenty of snacks !'/><author><name>I_am_whiskey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476216743991823559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/R5Q0-belGtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PQb4OUr4rsk/S220/Happy+Birthday+Whiskey.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30020163.post-115097275876634928</id><published>2006-06-22T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T11:08:36.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/138_3871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/138_3871.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/138_3872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/138_3872.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all puppies I am as playful as I can be. My mummy master decided to buy me a toy. So here is my first toy. Mummy master call it "fish" but to me it is just another sponge-like toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It moves everytime I touch it. Seems like it can jump too when I press my hand on it. This could be why mummy master call it a "fish" ! And so I have to pause myself and focus on that "fish" so that it doesn't move. I feel as if it is playing with me. When I move it moves too ! So I wiggle my tail and paused to make sure that when it doesn't move then, I will catch it again with my paw and my mouth !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/138_3876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30020163-115097275876634928?l=beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/115097275876634928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30020163&amp;postID=115097275876634928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/115097275876634928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/115097275876634928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-first-toy.html' title='My First Toy'/><author><name>I_am_whiskey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476216743991823559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/R5Q0-belGtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PQb4OUr4rsk/S220/Happy+Birthday+Whiskey.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30020163.post-115096721485836670</id><published>2006-06-22T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T11:08:36.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I couldn't control myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/138_3885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/138_3885.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt that after a few days at my master's house I adapt very quickly into that new environment. All thanks to both my master that makes me feel very at home. I love chasing them when they walk. I just couldn't control myself. When my view is just their feet when they stand. I was a short boy you know. And still am now but master said that I've grown much taller now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I starts to have the habit of biting their hand when they try to touch and cuddle me. I couldn't control myself my gums were very itchy at that time. Their fingers taste the best for me and feels good too as it rubbed on my gums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/138_3861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/138_3861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mummy master starts to get worried and hardly dare to approach me because I love to bite. Everytime she has to gather lotsa guts to touch me and when I try to bite her she will scream and shout at me. I was scared and couldn't understand why she reacted like that. Daddy master was the total opposite he volunteered his finger into my mouth and mummy master has to correct him and asked him not to do that or else I will think it is alright to bite their fingers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30020163-115096721485836670?l=beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/115096721485836670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30020163&amp;postID=115096721485836670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/115096721485836670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/115096721485836670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-couldnt-control-myself.html' title='I couldn&apos;t control myself'/><author><name>I_am_whiskey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476216743991823559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/R5Q0-belGtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PQb4OUr4rsk/S220/Happy+Birthday+Whiskey.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30020163.post-115095808329213950</id><published>2006-06-22T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T11:08:36.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First night with my master</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/138_3842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/138_3842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple decided to bring me home after a few hesitation. I was timid for a moment when I reached their home. They treated me gently and lovingly as they said I'm still so small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/138_3843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/138_3843.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Night came where I miss my mum so much and I starts to cry and howl so loudly. I heard my mummy master said that she regretted buying me because I was too noisy. But daddy master told her that I am afraid and lonely therefore I cried. He insisted to stay beside my cage for a while until I fall asleep. That was very loving of him. I felt comforted for a moment and dozed off. After 2 hours I woke up again. I felt loneliness and fear cripping in me. I started to whine softly and I couldn't bear the fear and I burst out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night seems to be so long for the first time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30020163-115095808329213950?l=beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/115095808329213950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30020163&amp;postID=115095808329213950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/115095808329213950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/115095808329213950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-night-with-my-master.html' title='First night with my master'/><author><name>I_am_whiskey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476216743991823559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/R5Q0-belGtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PQb4OUr4rsk/S220/Happy+Birthday+Whiskey.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30020163.post-115085713730039766</id><published>2006-06-21T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T11:08:36.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I left my mum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/138_3853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/138_3853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the first day of me leaving from my mum and from my bro and sister from the same litter.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sad. I was chosen abong the litter. According to dad I'm the most good looking therefore I was given away for sale at a petshop. I was born on 28th Dec and left mum at 11 Feb, morning. I was merely 7 weeks old. Nobody could ever understand how I felt at that time. I was so sad and tear starts to roll down from within my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was alone in a cubicle. I never felt so cold before. I miss the warmth from my fellow brother and sisters especially from mum. I miss her kisses and caresses. Where is this place? Why am I here? I dozed off. Suddenly, I heard noises on the glass. Somebody is trying to wake me up with a bunch of keys. I saw people passes by. Some stopped and say "Look, he's so cute ! Aww, I like his ears ! ". After a while of disturbance they left. Over the few hours of morning in the shop this repeats over and over again. I was tired. I wanted to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/1600/138_3845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/3211/320/138_3845.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Afternoon came, a couple request the owner of the shop to let me out. They want to see me. I was happy that somebody wants to let me out and play with me. The lady was carrying me and caressing me. I feel comforted for once after a few hours of lost. I heard her discussing with her husband whether to take me home or not. The lady said that it would be a total commitment and changes in life. After a few hesitation they decided to take me. I was happy for a moment but fear starts to cripped my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what will happen to me next. I miss mum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30020163-115085713730039766?l=beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/feeds/115085713730039766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30020163&amp;postID=115085713730039766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/115085713730039766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30020163/posts/default/115085713730039766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaglewhiskey.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-left-my-mum.html' title='I left my mum'/><author><name>I_am_whiskey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06476216743991823559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Mmkh5BXVZ3M/R5Q0-belGtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PQb4OUr4rsk/S220/Happy+Birthday+Whiskey.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
