SuperDog Alert: AH1N1

I almost forgot about this.
I should post about this last May . . .
BUT . . . I got missing!
So much for my missing blog.
Woof!


I already barked this to My People
but just so that Keeper . . .
who is presently walking about in a daze
after MichaelJ's death will be reminded.
Keeper felt her childhood has ended
when all her happy memories died
together with the artist who did RockWithYou!




Anydog, here's my SuperDog Flu advisory
for all my loveable hoomans.
You can't have enough of them.


The AH1N1 is not a Swine Flu.
The swine had flu BUT
it does not mean they spread it.


My BIG, Black, Brother Bogart had flu once . . .



and he may definitely look like a swine
but believe me, that ain't no swine flu.
So stop taking our temperatures, Keeper!
ForBarkingOutSnortingOutPigStew!


Okay.
I can't be stressed out.
Stress can induce the breakdown of your immune system.
And when your immune system is down
you won't only get swine flu
you'll get ALL flu strains
not to mention . . .
strained ears, sprained legs
and drained pockets.
Believe me or die!



Anydawg, let me start:


1. AH1N1 is a new virus
which they say came from
pigs, humans and birds.
And Not From Dogs, take note.
You only get drooly kisses
and allergic stray furs from us
but that's it!


2. Humans spread it by infected droplets
that they spread when they spit, sneeze or cough.
This infected droplets expelled on air
may land on your unsuspecting face!!!
or eyes, or lips, or nose
and WHAM! You Got FLU!!

OR the infected droplets
may land on anything
and stay there for hours
so when anybody touch that thing
and later touch their eyes, nose whatever
WHAM! They Got Flu!!!


3. It takes a week for an infected Human
to show signs or symptoms of infection.
By this time, TheInfectedHooman
may start spreading the disease
without knowing it! FBOL!!!

So watch it when your hoomans
start looking, acting and smelling funny.
Of course, this does not relate to Keeper
whose moodiness is presently caused
by the death of one of her heroes.
Okay make that two.
Keeper's childhood included
music and dance by MichaelJackson
FarrahFawcett and TheCharlieAngels
not to mention SuperHeroes, etc.
who are all either DEAD or dying . . .



So, to go back . . .
What can anybody do to protect themselves?



1. Hide.
Yes.
You stay home
and hide from the world.
Don't get a life.
Don't get a blog.
Just stay low.
Now don't say I did not warn you!



2. Watch where you dump your waste!
Don't spit anywhere!
Dispose of your poo and pee well.
Cover your mouth when you cough!
Cover your mouth and Not Speak at ALL!!!



You'll never know what you might say
or bark about that can piss anybody!


I SAID COVER YOUR MOUTH BOGART!!!!
Too late.
The black thing just cough Big Time
right in front of My Face.
Now if I get infected
you know where I got it.
Why, that swine!


Sweepy, I covered my mouth!



Uh, okay.
That looks very good.
You should not be able to speak
under Any Circumstances In It!
Do You Hear Me?
Just nod your pillow head.
Fine.


I'll cover my eyes too, Sweepy! Look!



I said cover your mouth and Stop Saying Anything!
No word, no pillow talk, no nothing!

Oh, somebody should rescue me
from all these inanities!!



Now where was I?



3. And lastly, Eat Well, Sleep Well
and stay away from strangers!
Especially internet frauds, swines
flirty women and blah songs . . .


If you find yourself infected
stay home, eat well, sleep well
and wait for your Keeper.

If you don't have a Keeper
try to reincarnate as a dog
in your next lifetime
so you can have a Keeper.

If you are a dog
and does not have a Keeper
try to come back as a Hooman
in your next lifetime
and know why people like my Keeper
is feeling and looking down and out
when their childhood idols are gone . . .

Either way you look at it
life sucks.



That's it.
My SuperDog work is done.
I'm off to sleep.


Hey, Bogart, where's that pillow something?

Wordless Wednesday . . . NOT

Yesterday, the rains fell on a hot day.
It was a cool blessing.
Keeper was up all night praying for rains . . .
. . . for missing dogs Bear and Laska . . .
. . . and yeah, for my missing blog too . . .


. . . and then it rained!


This morning, Popsy Sumo gave a warning bark.
Popsy can hear a coming storm an island away!
Keeper said a storm named Feria is heading our way!


HolyFreakinBlastinScaryStormy!
Did you pray for a storm too, Keeper?!?


Oh, you'll never know what that old lady's prayers can be!
I sat beside my big, black brother Bogart in cool disgust.
Well, at least, I can rage in cooler weather.
Well, at least, I have a warm rug
and a warm big black thing beside me
to keep me company and stay warm.





Hey! WOOF! WHAT IS THIS!!!




Bogart, I think we are having floods INSIDE HEAVEN!




Methinks we should move out!
Where is Keeper???


This storm Feria might be strong.
Classes were suspended and school is out!
Keeper's workshop has been canceled!
Our weekly bath has been canceled!
Keeper said we might get wet anyway!
Everything is CANCELED.
My Life Is Drooly Over.



Okay, that's it.
I am canceling Wordless Wednesday.
Go bark out loud and pray for everybody
. . . and everydawg's safety!!!


Keeper!!!!



Woof Update! June 25, 2009
Storm Feria is now moving out of my country! Thanks for all your prayers! Me and the hounds can now sleep peacefully without Keeper running back and forth packing our stuff and praying.

Whatever happened to . . . your Girlfriends?

I am still missing my furever GF Cookie.
She probably kept going to my missing site
and not finding it probably thought I'm gone.
Life sucks.


Well, last month, one of my hooman gurlfriends Elizabeth celebrated her 7th birthday with a swimming party. Elizabeth was the youngest of my 7 hooman girlfriends. I would love to go swimming with her! I would love to attend her party . . .



. . . but I WAS MISSING!
Oh, how life sucks!



But Elizabeth sent me this:



It is a Pen!
It is her thank you giveaway gift
for everyone who went to her party!
Elizabeth sent me a gift even if I WAS NOT THERE!
Oh, bless this thoughtful and beautiful young girl!


And last month . . .
I also received this:



It is my other hooman girlfriend Michelline
and her poster for her new site!
Check it out furries and drool!



So, whatever happened to your Popsy Sumo?



There.
My Alfafa (Alpha-Papa) SUMO.
As dark as ever.
The last time I looked
he seems busy sniffing out
people coming and going
in our house Heaven
looking for treats!
Happy Fat . . . Father's Day!
Popsy still barks in Pilipino
with English translations by Bogart.



And Bogart?



There.
There goes my big black bro.
And put in Sweepy de pillow too.
She loves to snuggle between us.
I am sure it is her way of bullying me.
But Keeper said No Fighting,
so I said let her be.



So how's Yvon?



There.
Still brimming with her tempting but forbidden fruits!
Keeper kept making all sorts of delight EVERY WEEK!



. . . which I'm sure will give her diabetes
not to mention good and bad cholesterol
not to mention good and bad yearning drools
from most of us who are not allowed to eat avocados.
Life sucks.


On ordinary days
Keeper would just arrange these tempting fruits . . .



. . . until they are ripe for her sweet tooth.
I am sure Keeper wants to make a sculpture mobile
or a mixed media installation out of them
but she realized it is best EATEN.


Chicky, our chico tree, still delights with her fruits
that flowers and bear fruits All Year Round.
The fruits around us seem to like the hot-rainy weather
that even the neighbor's santol tree bears fruit!




These are the santol fruits that TheOtherKeeper got from Heaven's roof the other day. My job is to keep watch over all these harvests until the hoomans get down from de roof!



Hmmm, de sack smells of earth.
Of sun's heat and bird's poo.
Oh, I love summer!


And since it is June now
when the sun is out in full glory
and the faeries are out dancing
for good harvest and happy drools
singing their Summer Solstice chants . . .

So I went and consulted them about my missing friend Cocoa. Cocoa has been missing since March when he escaped from their house in Paranaque. I wrote about it in my missing blog. But since my blog is out, go and read the article that Cocoa's owner Kat wrote in the newspaper about Cocoa. I do not personally know Cocoa but he is one of the many animals missing and lost that sought our help.

My psychic friends scanned Cocoa's photograph and things this June and said that Cocoa was taken by a woman somewhere in Paranaque (a city near Manila). Cocoa is sick and dying and locked in a cage. We kept a lighted candle to soothe Cocoa's dying spirit and for his abductors to release or return him back to his owners!

And now JB's Bear is missing! Bear is caught in his human's conflict so again I lighted another candle to surround Bear's ex-Dad to help him see the light and for his worried Mom to feel the healing light.



And before I woofy forget . . .
I received several gifts and packages without notes last May. Keeper tried to check the addresses but can not locate the sender's name. If you sent me anything by mail last month please know that I enjoyed all your gifts (and Keeper enjoyed the presents sent to her too!) and we would like you to know that we highly appreciate your thoughtfulness. I would love to give you drooly kisses and furry hugs . . . except that I have no freakin' idea who you are!


Oh, missing notes.
Missing my blog.
Missing my Cookie.
Missing my life!

Whatever Happened To . . . Sweepy II?

Oh, you mean this cutey pillow thingy?



Now you see this is the problem when your blog gets missing. You develop some sort of amnesia. You forget the sequence of your drooly life. You forget where you left off. You forget you were left out. You forget you have a life. You simply . . . FORGET. Period.


And the problem about resurrecting the past, or going back to the past . . . as in writing in your old dusty blog site. . . and barking in the pages of your past . . . where you still hear the murmurs of your drooly past . . . is like being inside a tomb. You hear yourself barking too loud. Your barking reverberates like the ghost of drooly past. It makes all my dry furs stand up together with my drooly tail. What surreal nightmare on a sunny-windy-hot-rainy-day!


And before I go insane being in this 'alternative site' . . . let me turn back my dusty memory to that date sometime in May before I lost my blog . . . when a Sweepy-wannabe-pillow arrived in Heaven together with a lot of gifts from strangers (more about this next time).


KeeperLui had a heart-to-heart, . . . er, pillow-to-pillow, . . . er, pillow talk with this Sweepy wannabe last month . . .




Let me clear this out: I am Not Jealous of Sweepy de II. Keeper is Not Replacing Me with Sweepy2. And Sweepy de Second is Not the reason I lost my blog. For barking out loud, the thing is just a pillow! And even if she (yes, the thing is a She!) looks like me . . . and even if she sleeps with Keeper . . . I still remain de SuperDog in Heaven. Please note de caps.


So. Keeper got us together.



Keeper simply stated "No Fighting In Heaven"
And that is Keeper's sacred law.
Nobody violates it unless you want to hear Keeper's whining all day.


Well, I don't.
Keeper also has other cruel torture devices:
hysterical tears,
non-stop talking at 25,000 words a minute . . .
you get the drift.



So I face Sweepy pillow . . .



. . . and we kissed and decided to live in harmony!


Cutey, freaky melodious and rockin' rollin' pact.
The type that can put to shame any team-building hoo-ha.


And for all that magnanimity
this is what this SuperDog got:



. . . a Hug
and a gallon of crunchy treats.



And all of these events happened sometime in May
when Sweepy was still . . . in Heaven.

Sleepy Sunday . . .

After all that drawing it is time
for some Big Time Nap.
All day snoring and drooling
with short breaks for meals and pee time.




Look, when you see Popsy Sumo snoring like that
you have no choice but do the same.
The weather is hot, then windy,
then cloudy, then rainy,
then hot again, then rainy . . .
you really have to sleep it off!


Yeah.
I am sleeping in Bogart's house.
I love sleeping in my house
but I also love sneaking in bigB's house
and snoring in his nice-smelling pillows!


So where did Bogart sleep?



There. Under Popsy Sumo's house.
Well, he tried to do that
but his bulky self won't fit in!
Hoo-ha!


Bogart does not want to sleep
in other people, er, other dog's house
so he just patiently waits
until I finish my nap and leave
before he can return to his house.


Nap time is my favorite.
So will you stop looking
and leave me alone to sleep
in my big, black, brother's house!



Woof!
You can't take a nap around here
without somebody looking over you!





. . . rock a bye, baby
on a tree top
when the wind blows
the cradle will stop
when the bough breaks
the cradle will fall
and down will come baby
cradle and all . . .


Oh, for SINGING OUT LOUD
freaky children's rhyme thingy!

Now, whoever wrote and sang that thing
must be sued and kept in the slammer
FOR LIFE!


Please no singing silly sleep songs . . .
NytyNyt . . .

Drawing Day!

. . . and I did!


Woof! I almost did not made it to this Big Event this year. Today is the worldwide Drawing Day where 1 million drawings will be posted all over the world! I have to wake Keeper up early but she has to prepare our meals, kiss Bogart, clean our house, kiss Bogart, sweep all our falling furs all over our house Heaven, kiss Bogart and before you know it, Keeper is dead tired!


Keeper?!?

You really should not kiss my big, black, brother Bogart all day. It can really make you tired. Not to mention dizzy and crazy with all that black furs. I am sure your nose is filled with Bogart's black furs that even the A1H1N1 virus won't be able to get through! Freakin' possibility!


Keeper! Get up! Today is Drawing Day!


Keeper got up like crazy.
She rushed to get her workshop apron while I rush to don my drool kerchief. I have to set aside my dark mood and death-defying howling all week so I can do my drawing and be part of the Great Illustrators all over the world! I am after all A Drawing Dog!




We have to work fast.
We only have thirty minutes to do it.
By midnight it is all over!


My Drawing Day Folio:




This is my warm-up doodles.
Keeper loves this exercise she calls 'windows.'
You create little windows and fill it with stuff
that identifies with you.

It is like a window
looking into your drooly world!

Yeah.
So mine is
my drooly face,
a bone representing 'treats'
a heart for ma cherie GF
and if you look closely
I made a cookie drawing
to represent, who else,
my furever love Cookie!

Of course, I included my fave Sun-God,
flowers which all the hounds love,
our beautiful trees Yvon and Chicky,
my food bowl, my Moon guide,
my pillows and fur brush,
my toys, the black hounds,
and Star . . . representing Keeper.

If you put them all together
you get a picture of who I am!
You just took a peek at My Windows!


There.
I am so energized now.
I can now put together
a better drawing in color now!



This is the Hounds In Heaven portrait.
I did not include Popsy Sumo and Keeper.
I do not have time . . .

I want to paint but I don't have time.
I want to do a mixed media work
using recycled materials
but again, I do not have time!

I really should have started drawing in the morning!


And this . . .



. . . is Keeper's drawing of me.
Keeper said I am sweepy, sweety,
clingy and totally dark.


Woof.
Pretty, drooly crazy
but again, maybe she's right.


. . . did we get 1 million drawings yet?