Now where are you sleeping this time, Sweepy?

Pica:
He moved to Bogart's house, keeper!




Keeper:
Aha! I knew it!
What's with you lately, Sweepy?
Sleeping in other hounds' houses
what's wrong with yours?


Sweepy:
Shucks, nothing fancy, Keeper.
Just testing life in the other kennels. . .


Keeper:
Oh, yeah?
Now how does it feel like
sleeping in Bogart's house?



Sweepy:
Ohhh, like heaven, keeper!
I can stay here, like forever!


Keeper:
And how do you feel, Bogart
with that spoiled brown thing
sleeping and messing your house?


Bogart:
Duh?


Keeper:
I mean, are you ok with Sweepy in there?


Bogart:
Well, I guessed it's ok.
But I think Popsy Sumo
is luckier in the next house
with all those pillows and space . . .



After an hour . . .


Bogart:
Ahhh, alone at last . . .



Another day in Heaven . . .

Pick a Nose . . . Not!

er, is that a nose?



whoa, what a nose!



a fat nose on a fat face!



a big, black nose
on a big, black face!


an awesome nose
that only an awesome hound
could ever own!




and that amazing nose belongs . . .

. . . to my big bro Bogart . . .



and just for comparison, this is mine . . .




and this is where we inherited it from . . .

from our 112 year-old mumsy Pica!
Awesome!



NOTICE: All the noses featured here are exclusively owned by the HoundsInHeaven and licensed and registered at the Council of Paws and Noses, Ltd. Copyright HiH2001

my favorite spot in heaven . . .

ahhh, there you are!



always, keeper. always . . .

. . . what are you looking for, Sweepy?

. . . hmmm . . . not now, ok? . . .



. . . hmmm, not here . . .



. . . hmmm, not this . . .


. . . hmmm . . .
. . . almost . . .
. . . ahhhhh . . .


found it!



hmmmm!

Tech-Talk

ringtone!
code: stoofidfifol


wru?
(read: Where are you?)


G4. y?
(Glorietta 4. Why?)


c f u cn gt m sm choco8
(See if you can get me some chocolate)


cn bt wont. u cnt 8 choc8
(I can but I won't. You can't eat chocolate)


ok hw abt chws
(Okay, how about chews?)


ok il gt u sm. hws weder dr
(Okay, I'll get you some. How's the weather there?)


2hot. wat tym k uwi
(Too hot. What time are you going home?
K=ka=you. uwi=go home)


hot? s rainin hr!
(Hot? It is raining here!)


k, il go hom urly
(Okay, I'll go home early)


k. c u sn.
(Okay. See you soon)


. . . and that ends my brief
SMS chat with keeper 50 km away . .

Signs of the Times . . .

Keeper's cousin who lives in Ireland
loves to gift her with Irish doodads
and this is one of her favorites . . .

In case the camera phone failed
to catch the words clearly, it says:
An Irish Blessing:
"May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
May the rains fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the palm of His hand"


Keeper would hang this sign
in the entrance of Heaven
(and sometimes move it
to wherever her fancy takes her)
together with ceramic bells and chimes . . .
I told keeper its sweet message
may give her diabetes in no time.

Since the hoo-mans in Heaven
enters the main house through the pantry
another ceramic sign welcomes the guest
(or so it seems)


As to the pantry-entry issue
I am quite confused why the hoo-mans
do not enter from the front door
and I can count with my paws
how many times a year they used
the front door that it is now gathering dust
and possibly too rusty and creaky
from being left as just a useless fixture.


Now this sign hangs on top of my yellow house


and this sign explains it all . . .



. . . and my bro Bogart agrees with me
as in, totally!

Animal Rules!

Yes, indeed.
Animals rule this universe.

One need not look far to realize
that in spite of all these high-powered
human hoo-ha, lies the human's penchant
for anything of my animalistic kind . . .

Humans look to animal guides
to consult their annual trends
for business or romantic moves
based on the 12 animals who
went to Buddha . . . or something.

So they call it the year of the -
(hold your drool, fellas)
rat, monkey, goat, snake, pig
dragon, and tata - dogs!
I heard the year of the dog
brings indolence and extravagance
the contrast of anything and
everything . . . canine.


Keeper consults her daily horoscope
which again are patterned after animals:
pisces (fish), aries (ram), taurus (bull),
cancer (crab), leo (lion), scorpio,
and OMG, there's no dog sign!?!
I bet if there was, it would again
be about being born in conflict
between laziness and abundance. . .


When I watch keeper read the papers
and she gets to the cartoon section
aha, animals galore again!
There's Garfield (cat), Guyito (carabao),
Pugad Baboy (Polgas as pet pig/spy/analyst, etc.)
and alas, there's Buckles (a dog, what else!)


Of course, the main news feature
K9 dogs doing rescue work,
sniffing for illegal drugs
(not to mention ladies wear! cool it guys!),
fat cat Oscar who can predict death,
a dog who became rich from inheritance (!),
and wild animals roaming the city
and getting trapped in pollution
and the cruel, angry world. . .


But that's OK, since the art world
would feature animal movies
in animation and real time
(keeper once watched 48 degrees
and shamelessly cried buckets!)
and now, there's Underdog
showing in all theaters tomorrow.

What?!? Keeper, is that true? Yep.

Keeper, when you make me a movie
I want one that say anything super
like "Superdog", "MightyDog", etc.
Fat chance!



Pica woke up from her deep, lazy sleep
and asked what the commotion is about:
I told her: "it's a rat race, mumsy!"
I want to be "free as a bird"
so I can "soar like an eagle" . . .


To which, Pica shook her regal head
and stuck an amused tongue at me:

Nonsense.
You are free, my bebe!
and you would not want to soar, believe me
nor do you want to be part of the rat race. . .
Go take a nap, sweetie, and have a life . . .
So I can get back to mine . . .


Poof.
Animal poofer.

The L Word

Behold, my Keeper!

I will share a secret with you today.
I do not really refer to my keeper
as "keeper". . .
I actually call her, or them
as I have three keepers,
by their first names
which begins with the letter L.

But since this blog is too public
and they prefer to be private
I will refer to them for now as . . .


L1

is the eldest of my 3 keepers.
She loves to putter in the garden
and mutter to herself while she works.
She snores like its the fourth of July
and she loves to hug and cuddle us
at the end of each day
which is why she is our favorite . . .

L2

is not into pets.
To prove this, she refers to us as animals.
She goes: "Ok, animals, go to your house"
When she's in a good mood, she calls me "fifi".
When she sees the black hounds, she goes:
"Sino ka?" (Who are you?)
The houndsinheaven try to ignore
but we can't . . .


L3

is the one who encodes my blah.
It is "she who remembers" . . .
and it is "she who creates" . . .
And it is she who I look for
every second of every day.


Heaven will not be heaven
without they Keepers. . .

Remember Chicky's twigs?

Well, keeper took one long look at it
and her creativity started to work . . .


She assembled the twigs
and displayed it in the garden table
where she reads the papers
and does her writing at times . . .



Keeper also painted some twigs
which she told me she will assemble
as a lamp sculpture (a work in progress)
and some as part of an installation art . . .



Some twigs were assembled
and installed back in the garden . . .

to be part of the wonderful energy again . . .


Keeper also gathered some painted red twigs
and reworked an old painted canvas
and voila!

A painting done by keeper . . .


All of these recycled creative works
are part of our tribute to Chicky
our sturdy and beautiful chico tree
that can be found only in heaven . . .


My awe and drool at heaven's art . . .

dweebs!

This is my design concept for DWBs.
Er, nope, I did not illustrate this.
I asked keeper to do it for me.

I told her I want a design
with a drawing of a cool dog (me?)
working with some techie stuff
like laptop or mobilephone
and I want a design concept
that can be printed on t-shirts
or groovy pins, or pendants,
or something. . . .

I gave her the concept
and keeper made three versions
in an hour (yeah, she draws fast).



I'm not so sure I look cool here . . .


nor does the blue shirt look cool here . . .


But keeper just took a break
from her writing to do all these
and I thought I'll bug her again
with more designs next time.

But keeper is donating these designs
for DWB if we want it (hello, Opy?)
designed and lovingly dedicated
from the creative team (that includes me!)
of the houndsinheaven studio. . .