Sleepover!

Enjoying my stay as a roommate.

My favorite activity—sleeping! But before having sweet dreams, I had few photos taken by my earthling grannies as a remembrance for my first sleepover in their room.

It’s nice lying on the wooden floor, old yet shiny and warm for my sensitive coat. I wonder what floor wax do they use and how often they have to scrub it? What matter is, I for a single day became their newly-bathe roommate. (What if I take a bath every day, will I be allowed for a woody sleep over?)

Water every day! I'll stick to occasional slumber party. Anyway, I don't want to be disturbed by my human owner typing and surfing in wee hours. Enough sleep is important for the proper development of my body.

Good night!

Intruder (or Guest) at Night

These past few days, I’m becoming a night owl. What keeps me up late at night is common nowadays—surfing the net and blogging. But there is something extraordinary event—which is not so extraordinary for us—but because of my late night habit I baffled and amazed by the erratic habit of someone dear to our family.

Someone or something makes a sound as it goes up the stairs in wee hours. The sound is not that loud still I can hear it while I’m tapping on the computer keyboard. I didn’t bother myself to have a look then a voice disturbed the stillness of night (or the onset of day)—my mom exclaimed, “Pino!” The intruder turns out to be an occasional guest in my mom’s room. Pino, Chuchie’s dad, has developed the habit of sleeping in my mom’s room whenever he wants to, depending on his mood or weather. (If it is hot downstairs because the fan is off, he will go up and my mom will turn on the fan when he arrives.)
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Refrigerator Invasion

Ready for a cold  treat.

Chuchie is the first of its kind. Among our pets, she is the only puppy who developed an odd habit that makes us wonder and laugh—every time the light and cold air comes out of the refrigerator, Chuchie comes rushing inside, standing on hind feet, and trying to have a look of what can be eaten. Obviously, she’s enjoying the instant air conditioner.

Everyone in our family, who opens the refrigerator, never fails to find her when looking down. Instead of being annoyed, we gently take her aside. If she only knows that dog food is stored somewhere else, I bet she wouldn’t bother exerting effort. I can’t blame her; she must have sensed chips, bread, and other snacks kept inside. For now we have to put up with Chuchie’s disturbance. Whether she outgrown her icy infatuation, we’ll always love her.

Sprawling Chuchie, Hidden Talent

There she goes again lying with her tummy against the floor and limbs stretched. She’s like Super Chuchie flying over the floor without her cape and costume. It’s Chuchie’s habit she takes after her mother. One thing is for sure: she developed this practice because of fondness for cold felt through the marble floor. Her favorite spot to strike the odd pose is in the bathroom, the same hangout of her mom when they are of the same age.

While our adorable puppy is unmindful, we are more careful and turn on the light before entering the bathroom to prevent stepping on Chuchie. In an incident, I accidentally stepped on her front feet; fortunately, it wasn’t hard enough to cause injury or make her cry. Every time I go to the bathroom it’s no surprise to see a living creature lying with satisfaction on her nook, as if she doesn’t care to anyone’s presence. At some point the temptation to disturb her prevailed; my sister and I interrupted her R & R through bathing—the routine she hates the most. This ambush doesn’t have an effect on her; the next day, there she lay in the same spot.

IC has outgrown the habit of hanging out in the bathroom but not sprawling. I can only guess that Chuchie can beat this unusual habit soon. But if it’s too hard for her at least she should lie somewhere else; otherwise, by the time she is fully grown, a lot of space in our not-so-big bathroom will be occupied.