sweepyheaven

SuperDogSweepy's New Blog

2009-07-15T11:19:00.001-07:00

I know. I know. Je sais. Je sais.
I'm moving again.
Making a new bark site . . . again.

I needed to create a new one to start afresh.
I feel odd barking in here.
It felt like a hollow tomb with bad audio.
Besides, I needed a new look . . . again.

Keeper went ballistic.
Well, I'm sorry but I can't help it
if I wanted a new look and a new place!
ForBarkingOutWhinyLOUD!

And since yesterday was the 50th day I lost my blog and as of this minute I see no clear chances of recovering all my precious drools so I better move on . . . . do follow me furries!

See ya at my new place!
Click at the title or here to get there!

Drawing Dog Blues

2009-07-12T07:33:00.001-07:00

Okay, it is time for this drawing dog to get to work.
Hmp!

After all, I can't hunt for intruders . . .
I can't even just play with them . . .
Well okay, if they end up dead . . .
is not my fault but somebody . . .
BIG, Black and goes by the name Bogart.

Yup!
Bogart can practically KILL anybody
simply just by walking on it.
Look, he once killed Keeper's toenails
simply by stepping on it!
Keeper said it took months
for her little toenails to grow
and guess what?
Keeper did not even scold Bogart!
Bogart got a hug instead! Ugh!
Keeper said Bogart did not mean it
and said that her toenails will grow back . . .

. . . but added with great emphasis:
dead intruder-thingy can not.
I rest my case.

So where was I?

Ah, okay. . .
Here I am back to my numerous tasks.
Today I am helping Keeper
design her color module
for her kiddy art workshop.

Keeper can put a bowl of fruits like this
and she will draw this together with the kids.
The kids can learn the three primary colors
while learning to draw in quick easy steps!

There.
Whaddya think, big B?

Bogart is a great assistant.
His face is perfect to rest my pastels
while waiting for my snacks
or when I take my pee break.

Keeper took a look at my drawing
but did not say anything.
Instead, she made a drawing for Bogart:

. . . something dark, silly and so-so.

So when Keeper turned her back to get some snacks
I added something to her drawing . . .

. . . which means all boring, black something
should stay out and not look cute
when I am busy working!

Just one of those pesky days . . .

Good Morning Keeper!

2009-07-08T20:16:00.001-07:00

As early as dawn the whole hounds in our house Heaven were barking like mad. The whole of RainbowAvenue were going crazy with our noise and we heard some people shouting at us from their houses, but we did not care. We have to wake Thy Keeper.

What Is Going On, FORBARKINGOUTFREAKINGLOUD!

The Other Keeper came out looking like one of those characters from TheMidnightDracula hooha and saw the BIG smile on my face.

Woof!

Looky!

TheOtherKeeper adjusted her myopic vision and tried to focus on what is in front of me. Her blurred eyes squinted and when she finally saw what it is, the OtherKeeper shrieked like mad! OtherKeeper called Keeper and like OtherKeeper, the myopic Keeper also went out looking like a drugged zombie and yelled:

WHAT THE FREAKIN NOISE IS GOING ON. . . YIKES!

Keeper took a double, triple, . . . no, make that a hundred shake of her head, saw the thing in front of me and started shouting like mad!

A Dead Rat!!!
Yikes! Who Killed That Thing?!?

Where did it came from???

Keeper looked from my satisfied face to Bogart's dopey ones and knew. OtherKeeper went to get a broom and started patting our heads while saying "good job!". . .

Bogart kept shaking his tail and brushing his big heavy body on us. That is Bogart's gesture of affection. In law, it is considered physical injury bordering on murder. Bogart should really watch his heavy bulk and not go around brushing his crushing body on ANYBODY!

I looked at dead rat-a-tat-touille.

I am so pleased.
I knew I did a good job.
This rat wants to trespass and enter our kitchen.
That is a big NO-NO!
I don my SuperDog speed and went for it!

The OtherKeeper swept the rat away . . .

. . . while Keeper went into hiding.

The next day, me and Bogart started howling back again.
The OtherKeeper woke up at dawn again and exclaimed "Not Again!"

Oh yes!
Again.
Killed Again.
And this time the rat's Mumsy.
The poor mumsy wants to get into our kitchen possibly to look for her baby rat but I nobody . . . and nobody is to enter The Kitchen!

I showed dead mumsy rat to the OtherKeeper with great pride.
OtherKeeper thought it was soooooo gross that she completely censured and forbid us to show any photographs of it. What killjoy old woman!

As to Keeper, the last time I saw her, her eyes were so red and swollen from staying up all dawn watching MJ's live memorial on TV that she refused to add our conquest to her burden. What great killjoy old woman!

Someday, I will hunt the biggest trespassers in our house Heaven and Keeper will be pleased.

No, I won't.
And you won't do anything like that!
Nobody and nobody is killing anybody in Heaven!
Period.

I heard Keeper's voice barking from somewhere.
Darn.
Another SuperDog conquest . . . down the drain!
I think I just better go write another novel . . .

A Rainy Summer Tale in Heaven . . .

2009-07-01T20:25:00.000-07:00

Bugsy and Malone
by Sweepy

The story began on a freaky day.
It was one of those hot, rainy days . . .

Bugsy was bored and out of spin.
Bugsy looked at the blinding hot sun in one corner of the skies
and a coming dark, rainy clouds coming from another direction
and knew an impending doom is coming his way.

This is Bugsy.

He lives in a house called Heaven
down some street with a colorful name
he somehow can't remember. . .

Sweepy: Psssst, Bugsy, the name is Rainbow. Rainbow Avenue!

Bugsy looked around.
He does not see anybody.
He also can not see any storyteller
much less a SuperDog meddling in his tale.
Nope, Bugsy is bored and out of spin.

Now, this is Malone.

She lives in a house called Heaven
down a street called Rainbow Avenue.
Yes, Malone remembers the street very well.
In her past life, she came from an enlightened tribe
and she was known as She-Who-Remembers . . .

Malone's name rhymes with baloney.
And it was not without some great significance.
Malone's great grandma would always say "baloney!"
every time Malone would remember
something from their great past
and the tribe thought baloney sound holistic
and a perfect name for their gifted healer.
But since SheWhoRemembers is female
they changed Baloney to Malone.
And that's how Malone got her name.
Now don't ask why there is no Y.

By some quirk of fate
that only happens during a freaky weather
Malone and Bugsy met . . .

Their eyes locked.
Their antennas scanned each other's data
which is then sent to their network
for verification and proper validation
before their clan's report were transmitted back
to the waiting antennas of the two strangers
eyeing each other in alarm and excitement!

Their opposing genes say they were a perfect pair.
Their clan's report also studied the possibilities
of a magical merger of enzymes and drools
and transmitted a perfect mating chance!

All these were transmitted in seconds
long before the era of PCs and Macs.
Long before some geniuses became fools
and started inventing spams and viruses
instead of rewiring DNAs to combat bad drools.
Long before some stupid bores invented chain mails.
But I'm digressing from a magical tale . . .

It is fate.
Their fate.
Bugsy's and Malone's.
And their clan's fate as well.
It was a fate made in Heaven!
And it was perfect!

But Malone knew it is not.
Only Malone knew that this is an illusion.
Perfect love does not always happen.
You don't meet the love of your life
in some sneaky corner
on a freaky day
with all the clan cheering on the side
and most especially, not documented
by a character with a missing blog
accompanied by a wimpy pillow
that shares his name.

Nope.
Malone faces the readers
and whispers in true shaman fashion:
This Is Not Love.
Not A Love Story.
Sorry folks.
This is all a mistake.
I saw all of these before.
My memory never falters
and I know that this is one of those freaky stories
where characters fall over each other
and later, when reality hits them
like when the weather rights itself
and the webs of their desires melt
they gaze into each other's eyes
and watch their broken antennas
and wonder "what made us do this silly stunt!"

Nope. Malone shook her head.
I am not going to go through with this.
Count me out.
And Malone walked out!

Now don't take my word for it.
Watch it in real time . . .

. . . and so the story goes . . .

Bugsy watched his one great love reject him.
Reject him for no good reason other than . . .
She Remembered it was not meant to be.
Malone said she knows all conclusions to every stories.
She said she knows theirs.
And because she knows . . .
and she remembers . . .
their fate is doomed.

. . . so Bugsy flew away . . .

Now this is Weepy.

Weepy belongs to a SuperDog named Sweepy.

Sweepy is a male dog who lives in Heaven
who writes crappy stories and makes life a living hell
for black male hounds and singing greens plants
including a female pillow also named Sweepy
who looks exactly like him.
Sweepy is also a great sleeper and a sweeper
which is why he owns Weepy.

Now, Weepy has a great mission in life.
His task is to sweep anything that is dead,
dirty, dusty, and up to no good . . .

And this is what Weepy saw that day:

It was Bugsy!
And Bugsy was lying in his own . . . drool!

Poor Bugsy!
He just met his fate.
He just met the great love of his life.
He was just a second of that great story
and suddenly it was over.
It was totally exhausting!
It totally did not made sense!
And it left him confused,
wanting and alone.
Death is the greatest relief.
Death claimed him totally.
It was Over before he even had time to mull over it.

Now Weepy looked closer.

Hmmmm . . . let me see . . .
Weepy checked his Vision-Mission guide:
Definitely dead: check!
not really dirty,
not dusty at all
so Weepy is not sure
if this thing is up to no good.

Verdict: Weepy is Undecided.

Yikes!
A dead bug!
Where's the sweeper?

The Keeper of Heaven arrived and has spoken.
It was beyond anybody's decision by now.
When TheKeeper speaks, it is the final word.

And without another word,
The Keeper immediately got Weepy and . . .

. . . swept Bugsy's dead body away . . .

. . . and deposited it in the rich, recycled earth
where most of Heaven's creatures lie in state.

. . . and by the light of the fading sun . . .

casting scary, crunching shadows on dead beings

. . . lies Bugsy.
Too young too forgetful.
A life lived to love and die.

Bugsy: 2009-2009
May He Rest In Peace

And hearing the cries of a cockroach somewhere,
TheKeeper stopped and looked around.
TheKeeper heard a voice from the past.
The voice of a thousand whispers.
Possibly from ancestors long dead
that answers to the name SheWhoRemembers
who whispered that the dead bug is a lover
a great lover with a bad memory
who found but never consummated
his only great love . . .
a sad ending to a great love!

TheKeeper bowed her head
and buried Bugsy in reverence.
Lighted an incense and prayed
for all the gods to embrace Bugsy
in his sad journey . . .

Lessons from this Drooly Tale:

Not all stories have happy endings.
Not all happy endings are great stories.
But great stories are happy
even if the endings are not.

TheEnd.

Copyright, 2009 HIH

SuperDog Alert: AH1N1

2009-06-26T18:57:00.000-07:00

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

2009-06-23T22:37:00.001-07:00

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?

2009-06-22T10:58:00.000-07:00

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?

2009-06-14T21:50:00.000-07:00

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 . . .

2009-06-07T03:13:00.000-07:00

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!

2009-06-06T23:31:00.000-07:00

. . . 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?

I'm Drooly Back . . .But Not For Long!

2009-05-31T22:10:00.001-07:00

I know you are directed to my old blog space. . . .

. . . and I know I'm barking like crazy
for the last few weeks of May. . .

. . . wondering . . .

. . . waiting . . .

. . . and practically annoying . . .

all the hounds in heaven . . .

simply because my blog was removed!!!!

HolyFreakinBlastinWoofyWhatever!!!!

Read My Drool, Spammer:

You Can Not Remove My Blog!
I Am A SuperDog!
I Have Nothing Obscene In My Site . . .

. . . yeah, well . . .

except for my big, black, alfafa (alpha-papa) Sumo's drool
and my big, black, brother Bogart's farting . . .

my site is COMPLETELY . . .

DROOLY KID FRIENDLY

FORBARKINGOUTLOUD!!!!

I WANT MY BLOG BACK!!!

And before I lost all sense of rhyme and reason
I will be in this forsaken place
until I get it back.

Somebody . . . help! woof! helpy! woof!

After Some Drooly Snacks . . .

I'm Back, Part 2

Yeah, Ok, I'm back.
I thought you might want to be updated
with what's happening with me
while my blog's disappearance is being solved.

Keeper tried to sew.
But since she can't, she decided to not sew
and instead created this . . .

. . . without sewing.
Don't ask why
or how
but woof!
Keeper made me a drool kerchief
without using needles and threads.

It's called Sew No More.
It's also called Stupid Something.
Woofy freaky.

I mean here I am
fuming, barking, drooly MAD
and there was Keeper
busy trying to make another
disaster creation
when all she should be doing
is to go and fix my blog!

ForBarkingOutFreakyLOUD!

Sorry, but I am NOT a nerd techie.

But I thought you are a techy-witchy, Keeper!

Not a twit.

Anyway, she finished my bib
er, my drool kerchief . . .
and smiled like she created the universe!
Keeper was soooo satisfied with it!

Well, it does serve a purpose:

I can drool and pant all day . . .

I can sneeze and bark all hours . . .

. . . and I can whine at Bogart BIG TIME . . .

and the silly thing makes everything
neat, cool and cute.
Just like a cupcake.
Neat as a teacup.
Cute as a teabomb!

and meantime, Sweepy2 . . .

. . . is out cuddling with Bogart . . .

Now will somebody please FIX my blog?

Please?

My Mission Impossible

2008-04-06T21:16:00.000-07:00

. . . is to keep watch over my popsy Sumo.

And this time I am on top of the job!

However, after holding our usual official SuperDog pose in front of our camera freak Keeper, we stretch out, yawn, and whine for munchies. Sorry but we can not hold on to that serious pose for too long because of the blasting heat!

I won't pretend that I am not bored to my wits with this WatchDog chore. And yet I do this every freaking day! Don't ask why I have to do this since my popsy is pretty OK after his recent home check-up with our two new lady vets Doctors Fe and Miriam, who thinks I am "cute", by the way . . . my popsy is, I think, I'm sure, officially out of that depression thing. Whatever.

I should rejoice like Keeper but this 34 degrees blasting heat in Heaven has given me skin allergies (dry, itchy skin) from too much washing, I suspect, but I have no choice. I have to take at least TWO baths every week or I'll dehydrate in this freaky weather. . .

Hmmm, maybe I should include this global warming to my SuperDog agenda . . .

SuperDog Update

2008-04-01T12:41:00.000-07:00

I am Sumo reporting for duty.
I may still be recuperating from the heartbreak of losing my great love Pica but I am still the AlphaDog and I still do a very keen job of looking around Heaven and watching my family, even if most of the time it is my grown-up puppies, Bogart and Sweepy, who is looking after me.

In one of my great walks around Rainbow Avenue, I looked around and watched the quiet scene. RainbowAve has been quiet after the Holy Week with less stray and roaming dogs except the ones owned by a neighbor several houses away. No matter how many times Keeper would call their attention, the people in this house would often neglect to close their gate when they go out and their black dog would often come in and out and this dog would practically spends his day strolling down Rainbow and trying to mate another dog owned by the storekeeper down the road, eating trash scattered by roaming dogs and possibly catching some virus and passing it on to his human keepers! Serves them right.

Keeper is quite busy since the start of the year so she was not able to update the community leaders about it. She is working on it this week.

Meanwhile, Rainbow has some new developments: the Meralco guys started repairing the street posts. They seemed eager to do this after they were forced to turn off some streetlights some years back after the past local leader failed to settle our town's huge electric bill! After having dark streets for years and exposing the community to robbers and all, our new Mayor took the responsibility of clearing the electric bill issue so we now have well-lighted streets since last year!

The efficient Mayor Cataquiz also updated the garbage collection so our garbage are collected practically everyday! Keeper said the good Mayor also cleared the town's major streets of illegal vendors in coordination with the MMDA. See what good leadership can bring you! I just hope the good Mayor will soon realized that the people he delegated to oversee the implementation of the Animal Welfare Act is SLEEPING ON THE JOB! For barking out loud! Wait till Keeper submits her report, Mayor!

In the meantime, Sweepy and Bogart goes barking like crazy in the other blogsite while keeping watch over me and Heaven. They sure make a good pair. Such great hounds. My best pups. They have taken over my job while I am recuperating. Someday, I'll find time to play and cuddle with them. Soon, when I get well and the weather is not too freaking hot for play. See you soon!

Sumo,
The SuperDog too!

Pica's Gone!

2008-03-11T14:14:00.000-07:00

My SuperDog exploits has come to a full stop when my mumsy Pica was put to sleep last March 3 in Heaven. She developed tumors in her mouth which we thought was just an ordinary swelling. We never knew that the funny bump on her jaw can make life difficult for all of us. My heroic efforts went pfft. I felt helpless and useless. Of what use is a SuperDog if I can not save my own mumsy?

Now, no one can ever wear her crown as the Queen in Heaven and in our hearts. Even if I try to charm my way and wear her crown, I can never take her place. Life in Heaven will never be the same without my mumsy.

But I'm a brave hound. Mumsy said so. Keeper would always tell me so. Bogart, even with his dopey face, would grudgingly nod his head and tell me so too. So I will be brave and I will make my mumsy proud of me.

For now, I will cry and demand hugs and kisses from Keeper and Bogart. Sumo is not well and is having medication. He is totally heartbroken. I don't think I will demand anything from him. For now. . .

Goodbye, Mumsy Pica. Fly free and prepare our place over the rainbow bridge. We will meet there again and we will be together again. . .

In loving memory:
Pica: January 1991 to March 2008

Waiting for Gaucho!

2008-02-06T12:38:00.000-08:00

. . . duh, where is Gaucho?
We're supposed to attend his paw-ty.
Woof! Popsy Sumo, what are we going to do?

We're supposed to wait.

Hold your drool and wait.

Oh, I knew it!

We're soooooo sloooooow . . .oooow
I think the paw-ty started without us!
but we're going to wait. . . .

Duh?
Ok, we'll wait.

Super Watchdogs

2008-02-04T12:26:00.000-08:00

Since Christmas I keep watch over Heaven
while my pups Bogart and Sweepy
goes barking at our new site
ok, here is the link -

http://sweepyinheaven.blogspot.com/

Sweepy's new blahs are there
so I'm holding the fort here for now.

It is not easy being a watchdog
and in this country where I live
we are mostly called "Bantay"
which means "to guard" . . .

Heaven is pretty secure
but I'm not sure about RainbowAve.
Those passers-by who oogle at us
look pretty suspicious to me
with their smiling faces
and their cooing voices
I mean I don't know them
so back-off!

And so I run back and forth
listening for anything
and barking at everyone

until Pica barks back at me
for being too noisy
and disrupting her sleep
which takes all day!

Bogart keeps watch at the back
and his goofy face can scare you
when you turn the corners
so watch it!

And here comes Sweepy!

Now where did this sneaky thing come from?
Oh, from the other site.

Ok, I'm off duty for now.
Check out RainbowAve
and keep watch my pups
while I go hit for some nap!

Nope, nothing's going on yet!

2008-01-27T10:21:00.000-08:00

. . . we interrupt this SuperDog something
for some very important reminders . . .

Ahem, er my big bro Bogart has something to say.

What do you mean if he has anything to say?

Of course, he has something to say!

Ok, big B, BARK it loud, for barking out loud!

BOGART:

Duh?
Oh!
Yeah I have something to say.
Why are they here?
Oh, for SuperDog projek!

Sorry to disappoint you guys.
Read my drool: Nada.
Nothing is happening to SuperS.
At least not in this page.
Nada.

I suggest you go to the other site.
We're doing a feng shui reading
for the coming New Year there.
(Hullo, check the DWB bonezone!)

What do you mean the New Year celebration is over?
It is never over. Ever.
Feb.6 is the new New Year.
Last year, there was Samhain New Year.
Then there's Dec. 31 blasting New Year.
And now, there's Feb. 6, or could it be the 8th?
Geez, I can't remember now . . .

But all I can remember
and all I really need to say
is that this new New Year
is the -

Year of the Mouse

Happy New Mouse!

Operation: Finding Beau

2008-01-11T13:12:00.000-08:00

I interrupt my SuperDog project update
to give way to another urgent issue:
the houndsinheaven have joined hundreds
in working to find our stolen friend BEAU.

Beau was stolen on July 1, 2003.
Beau is a purebred English Setters.
Beau was stolen inside a private, secured property in Guanaba, Australia.
Beau is microchipped.
Beau's keeper Susan has posted flyers, advertised in all newspapers and Canine Control Council throughout Australia, contacted breeders, clubs, trainers, groomers, petshops, primary and secondary schools, media outlets, internet sites, and even posted a reward of $10,000.

To know more about him, please check out his site:
www.findingbeau.com

And so, the houndsinheaven now dons our helmets together with the DWBs all over the world as we accept our mission papers. . .

My popsy Sumo still looks down and around RainbowAve in case Beau might be sighted. For barking out loud! Popsy, I doubt if Beau will ever get to our shores! But it does not matter, Sumo calls Keeper's attention when he sees roaming and stray dogs down Rainbow Avenue. Who knows these dogs might be lost like Beau and their keepers might be looking for them . . .

My big brother Bogart joins the squad too. He sits on the chair (the better to check RainbowAve) and with his dopey face and long nails goes growling down at people and children who bullies the neighbor's dog, screams in alarm when the neighbor's dog escaped, and practically barks at all roaming dogs and cats to go home and stay safe! For barking out loud!

My now 17-year old mumsy Pica sits worriedly for Beau and his keeper Susan while keeper lights a candle and murmurs in prayer for Beau to be reunited to Susan and Hammer and to zap a protective light around Beau wherever he is . . . .

while I set aside my SuperDog cap and cape to join the hounds in this important mission. I urged keeper to email and SMS all her friends and family members in Australia and around the world! Her cousins in San Francisco, Ireland, Canada, New York were all awaken at dawn with her SMS which knows no time differences in other countries! For BOL! Keeper also emailed to our vet to email his vet colleagues around the world!

For now, all my blogs will carry this same message. Please help find Beau. And make our planet safe, not only for animals but also for everybody . . .

Woof! Special thanks to Opy, Charlie, Brooke and Greg for our helmets!

Ok, ok, I'm Back!

2008-01-05T10:58:00.000-08:00

. . . nope, you did not scare me Crikit!
I love ALL DWBs . . . woof!
but I decided to post my new blahs in a new blogsite.
(NOTE: All DWBs, check my new address at bone zone)

This blog will mainly focus on my SuperDog Projek.
Just scroll down other posts to know what this is all about.

Woof Updates:

1. When Keeper tried to report to the Barangay using the "hotline" they gave Keeper, the woman who answered is pretty clueless. Keeper SMS the barangay head but no response. FYI: the barangay has not installed the huge tarpaulin Keeper gave them which is driving Keeper mad! Woof! Watch out for Keeper when she starts marching down your office soon guys!

2. Keeper kept following up with the municipal councilor whose committee handles animal welfare concerns. The man returned Keeper's call but told Keeper he will study the report first. Lesson: Sure, the Mayor supports you but that's about it . . . Watch out for Keeper when she goes marching up your office too, Mayor!

3. Keeper wants to report a black mongrel dog owned by a resident along Rainbow Avenue. Keeper went to the owner and the owner (a family with children) told Keeper that the dog would escape when the gate is open (duh?). . . Keeper requested the lady owner of the house to remind the kids "to close the gate" (duh again?) and make sure the dog stays put or else pay the fine. But every day the dog goes running down Rainbow Avenue, peeing on everybody's property, scrounging and spreading trash (and possibly viruses! woof!) and the owner does not give a hoot. The kids don't give a hoot either . . .

4. Talk about the kid owners of this black dog. The children all study in a nearby private school where Keeper tried several times to talk with the School's Principal. Well, Keeper succeeded once and since it was a holiday and the poor lady is saddled with teacher's meeting and all, asked Keeper to wait till January. Well, it is January 2008 now (waaah!) and Keeper is still waiting . . . Kids from that school practically violate all the stuff I'm working on which is RA8485 or the Animal Welfare Act (some of their students own dogs which they neglect, abandon, and like "notorious blacky" allowed to roam the street, the Anti-Littering law, and the ban on pellet guns. Well, kids learn from schools, parents and guardians. If these kids behave poorly, maybe the authority figures are not in place . . .

5. Keeper is completing her phase report to submit to the Animal Welfare Division. (Paging Dr. Mateo! The local government down Rainbow Avenue is a dud!) . . .

6. But there's good news. (At least!) Tutti Frutti, a yummy mongrel who use to take morning walks with his Keeper down Rainbow Avenue without a leash is now sporting a handsome leash and tries to keep in step with his Keeper who walks slowly because of some ailment. You see Keeper talked to the owner and the owner understood and without a fuss had kept to keeping law and order in the community by sticking to the rules. Intelligent and educated people does not need enough blahs to understand and support ordinances. Woof! Kudos, Tutti Frutti, Libby and Johnny! I give you ten paws up, drools and hugs . . . Keeper, can we give Tutti-Frutti a squeaky toy?

7. PLUS, ten paws up for the public school nearby, the Pacita National High School and its dynamic headmistress, Mrs. Umaclap, who lost no time in sending Keeper to address all the students before the start of classes one morning in December. Please note that this school like all the others are equally BUSY during the holidays but it takes a responsible and caring authority figure to give priority to urgent matters. Kudos also to their students who Keeper caught voluntarily cleaning the school grounds while waiting for classes to begin. If that is not cool I don't know what is. Hey, Keeper, can you give Mayla, Rowena and Evelyn free art workshops for being such great kids! Hey girls, Keeper said yes. See you in Heaven one of these days!

Meantime, my popsy Sumo is all eyes and ears too.
Don't tell him, but he is my Deputy.

My hyperactive popsy is actually the one who blabbers about roaming dogs to Keeper. Oh, btw, all roaming dogs (without a leash and companion) are STRAYS (or askals or "asong Kalye") . . . even if your dog is a purebreed something and registered somewhere. . . The dog is an Askal if he roams the street (woof, that's why they are called strays, people!) . . .

But the law and its proper implementation is still forthcoming.
So while waiting for this death-defying act,
Sumo dutifully reports to Keeper.
Keeper documents the incidents in her files.
Sumo is handling my SuperDog chores . . .

. . . while I watch over my sick, old mumsy Pica
who seems to have acquired the alarming habit
of straying out of her warm house
and sleeping anywhere and everywhere
around our house Heaven and catching cold and what-not!

Keeper pats me for being such a caring pup.
But more important than the pats,
there is nothing more I want
than to see my mumsy Pica pain-free,
comfortable and eating normally
which she is doing at the moment . . .

. . . as long as I keep watch . . .
and as long as Keeper is around
to make sure we're all OK. . .

. . and thanks DWBs for keeping watch as well . . .

What! You're still HERE???

2008-01-02T12:07:00.000-08:00

Woof!
I moved to another site!
This site is Under Repair.
You have to e-mail me
before you can access
my 2008 BLAHS!

Ladidahdidahdidah!

Keeper's Munchies

2007-12-30T11:23:00.000-08:00

Holidays bring cheers . . .
Holidays bring families together.
And reunions means food 24/7!
Holy macaroni, Keeper!
Watch the carbs!
Watch those sweets!
Keeper's family have history of diabetes
yet look at her favorite munchies . . .

yikes, chocolates!
They're bad for us.
They're definitely bad for you, Keeper!

Stop giving me that funny face, Keeper!
Ok, lemme see what's in your hands.
Show me what you're clutching in there!

Whoa! Oh, I knew it!
Colorful thingamajigs Uppers!
xxxxXXXXXxxxx- stuff!
Yikes, chocolates are uppers, Keeper!
You said so yourself!

Geez, before I start sounding
like my whining Keeper
who's pretty upset
that her slowband connection
is not showing my blog widgets and all.
These are the small, what-nots info about me
you see on the right of my blah - - - >

If you don't see it too
either you have slowband
or, OMG, my blog got spammed
whammed, trammed . . .
ok, don't rush to your thesaurus
I made up some of those words. . . .

My Keeper's old PC Dwight
(who I'm sure is older than Pica)
is loaded with centuries old creatives
oh, those pending files Keeper calls "pedofiles"
PLUS, it's loaded (er, burdened)
with slowband connection
who is the great, great ancestor of broadband.

Keeper took out her wish pipe
and started blowing smoke to clear it
to no avail . . . my widgets are still gone. . .
must have went shopping somewhere . . .
BOL!

The old star of Bethlehem was consulted
and the ageing (for barking out loud!) Star
I shall name Versuvius Cupulius
told Keeper to remove some widgets
(BOL, my links to my other sites gone!)
and still no page elements showing
and waaah! no widgets !!! . . .
Ten paws dwn for Versuvius!

Will somebody please advise my freaking Keeper
what is happening before she gagged herself
loading her yoga-toned body with uppers!

. . . so Holidays bring happy smiles
meeting new friends
seeing old friends
receiving and giving gifts
receiving spam and virus blues
and giving glum faces
and runny noses . . .

Oh, what a Merry, Merry Day!

2007-12-25T10:58:00.000-08:00

. . . yes, it is Christmas time.
And a Child was born
as a blessed gift to mankind . . .

In Heaven the portal opens
to welcome family and friends
animals and good cheers . . .
Oh, what a happy, happy time!

My mumsy Pica is still strong
and reigns as the hounds' Queen
in a throne only she can occupy
in our hearts . . .

Her presence assures Keeper
that her prayers are answered . . .

My popsy Sumo is all agog
happy and dancing for joy
for reasons only he knows
(er, Keeper, could he and Pica . . .?)

His energy and enthusiasm assures Keeper
that love and caring makes for a happy hound . . .

My big brother Bogart is WELL
and still big. . . and still dopey
but now . . . all smiley

and more importantly,
he ate a whole chicken steak today!
Actually, he even ate my share
but I did not mind . . .

. . . because I was so happy!
I could not care less
if Bogart ate all my chews!

I am happy because . . .
I made a lot of friends.
I conquered my fear of RainbowAve.
I became a SuperDog.
I received a lot of pats,
a lot of hugs and kisses
especially from pretty girls . . .

ok, stop drooling doggy buddies . . .
they promised to visit you all
and give you warm pats and kisses as well!

and more importantly,
the houndsinheaven taught some people
to be kind and more caring to animals,
to respect and keep the environment clean,
and to freely give and share . . .

. . . most especially to those in need . .

Have a joyful, meaningful and prosperous holy day!

SuperDog Woofdate

2007-12-23T12:12:00.000-08:00

Ok, while Bogart is trying to get well
let me stand guard here in Heaven
and check RainbowAve for any news . . .

Hmmm, let me see . . .
. . . kids carrying gifts from godparents. . .

Whoa! look at all those mommies hurrying home
with all those supermarket goodies . . .

Hey, the postman is here Keeper
with more holiday cards for us!
Woofey!!!!

. . . yikes, look Keeper! Woof!

There's another roaming dog
owned by our hard-headed neighbor!

Quick, grab your camera and take a pic!
And forward it to Kap for action!

. . . and this is what I got for doing my duty.

Boy, this Superdog thing is pretty cool.
You get loads of kisses and hugs
simply by snooping around . . .

By Nighttime . . .

Ok, I'm back at my post . . .

Nope, nothing is happening on this side . . .

Nothing on this side too!

Hey, it's getting dark Keeper!

Ok, I think I better stay inside
and just keep watch over our growing mails.

I'll wait for Bogart to get real well
so we can do more serious sniffing . . .

So I'm off duty for now.
Signing off.
Woof!

Bogart is Well!

2007-12-22T18:54:00.000-08:00

Yes, he is!

It took him three days of not eating
and looking as glum as always
and as clueless as ever
(Keeper almost died from worry!)
but yesh, doggy friends from everywhere
thank you for all your prayers
he is up (well, almost) . . .

. . . and now busy helping distribute
our holiday presents to neighbors,
an annual tradition started by
Keeper's late mother (bless her soul!)

Of course, I'm helping him . . .

and of course, I tasted some of it
to make sure our gourmet delight
is purr-fect for all taste buds!

Keeper thinks Bogart probably got tired
from helping Keeper with all our holiday cards

yes, that is Bogart's paw you see
as paper, er card-weight, I'm sure!
(but just in case, does anybody know
what that deadly visitor wormsy is?)

I did my part too, you know
although not on my lazy toes . . .

but yesh, I helped Keeper
with our holiday cards weeks ago.
I licked every handmade paper envelope shut
so guys, you have my drool there too, woof!
. . . which I hope everybody
will received before 2008
(it's not called snail mail for nothing, woof!)

. . . so now, here is my big bro Bogart now
trying to regain his bulky self

while Santa played carols beside him
and waiting by heaven's gate
with his fondue set
for our liver pate treat . . .

WoofPostScript:
Keeper thanks DWBs for their support
and loving, warm prayers
as Keeper lights a healing candle
to other animals and keepers
who are sick, in pain or loneliness,
lost, missing, bored and alone . . .
May your holidays be joyful!

Bogart got sick!

2007-12-20T21:57:00.000-08:00

That was the sad news this week.
One second he was up and goofy
the next day he was glum and weak.

It is not easy for anybody to know
if my big brother Bogart is not well.
He is always happy and not demanding
And since he only has one expression
on his big, black face
and he wags his tail all the time
nobody would know that
my poor brother is in pain
except Keeper!

Last week Bogart remained glum
even if Keeper would playfully kiss him
a thing all the houndsinheaven enjoy
doing with Keeper. . .

But Bogart remained doggo.
So Keeper felt for his tummy
and cheerfully promised him (and us)
that she will try to cut fresh grass
which helps us detoxify our system.

But Keeper forgot!
And Bogart never complained.
But when he did not eat his breakfast
and later his snacks at noon
Keeper ran her hand on his body
and got really frantic!
She told me Bogart has high fever.

I was frantic myself.
I felt sick just watching him.
Keeper ran her hands over his hot body
and tried to perform her healing magick.
When Keeper finished after almost an hour
Bogart's fever was gone!
He was so thirsty he finished
all the water in his water bowl!
Keeper brought him to his bed
and when he woke up he was able to eat.
He looked really weak but his fever is gone
and his appetite slowly returned.

Keeper was keeping an eye on him all week.
She said it must be the other wormsy.
The deadly garden pest that looked cool
and funny with his big eyes and color.
Watch out for this thing, doggies!

Bogart tried to pry this wormsy from the garden
when Keeper got alerted and removed it
before it does further damage to other beings.
Well, it made my big brother Bogart sick
so we know better than befriend it . . .

SuperDog Projek Update!

2007-12-13T17:59:00.000-08:00

Woof!
Great news!
Today, Keeper woke up at dawn
and armed with my huge campaign material
trooped to the nearby school:
the Pacita National High School
to promote our volunteer project
to make the students aware of the laws and ordinances
to keep our community clean, safe and orderly!

The first school that responded
to my campaign call.
Too bad I was not with Keeper.
I would love to pose with these cool students!

Woof!
Hello Mayla, Rowena and Evelyn!

Next time,
I will join Keeper
when I'm not too busy
checking all my mails!

NOTE:
Please check Keeper's studio for full report!

You Got Mails, HoundsInHeaven!

2007-12-13T17:31:00.000-08:00

Woof! Arf!
Tahol! Ubo! Ubo!
Whoppeeee!
We got mails, Keeper!

Ok, hold your drool guys!
Just sniff and no mass destruction.
Pleeezzz!

Wow, I'm practically swimming
with all these cards, Keeper !!!

Hmmm, no treats but they sure smell nice.
Can I bite one card, Keeper?
Just one?
Eh, nope.
Tough luck.

BOGART:
Duh, what's all these cards, Keeper?

Your holiday cards from your doggy friends, Bogart.
The same ones you got and stored with Dwight.
(Dwight is our PC)

Can I bite one, Keeper?
Duh, no?
Ok, I'll just sniff.
Just sniff, Keeper.
Thanks.

SUMO:
Oh, how I love cards!
See how popular I am!

All these people . . . eh what, Sweepy?
They're not from people?
Oh, from our doggy friends!
Er, what do you mean OUR doggy friends?
Oh, you're right, Bogart.
It did say: houndsinheaven.
That means us.
As in MY FAMILY.
My own flesh and blood.
We got mails!
Arf! Arf!

PICA:
What's all the noise?

I better stay put in my house.
So much noise.
Too much excitement.
Keeper, I'm having my meals in my house.
Yes, in my house.
For now.
Sigh.

KEEPER LUI:
Thanks to all our doggy friends!
Keep em coming.
Ours is already on the way.
Have a happy Holiday!

Are We There Yet? Sweepy Version

2007-12-06T20:36:00.000-08:00

This is my version of:
Are we there yet, Keeper?
Read: Is our SuperDog campaign moving on?
Keeper rolled her eyes at me.
That definitely means: Not YET.

Ok, fine with me.
Lemme sleep this off.

I'm pretty excited to go out
and "chase windmills"
or "break a leg" whatever
the way I hear Keeper's artist friends say it.
Although, sssh, don't tell mumsy Pica
or she'll bark the drool out of me.
My mumsy does not believe in going
unnecessarily foolish. Her words.

Anyway, I have Good News:
Huge 3feet by 5feet campaign poster
made of weather-resistant tarpaulins
have arrived courtesy of great friends
from Keeper's art world:

Wow! Woof! Arf!
Ho-ho-ho-hee-haw!
Took the words right out of my drooling mouth.
I really look gorgeous there, I'm sure.
I checked it out for size . . .

Hmmm, woof!
Perfect to post along the major streets
but what are we waiting for?

The proper coordination from authorities
so we know who-what-where
TO CALL to report violators.
That's what.

Calling: Mayor Cataquiz and Kap Solidum
We need the HOTLINES!
We need to sit down with your enforcers
to make sure we have proper coordination.
We need you guys TO FOLLOW UP
on the commitments you made to us
so we can do our (bark!) advocacy work!
For barking out loud!

We need ACTION guys!
Or these huge campaign materials
will simply wait in boredom with me. . .

It's beginning to look a lot like . . .

2007-12-03T11:14:00.000-08:00

. . . Bedlam!

Still feverish
after all that photo-shoots
and all that Santa suits
and Keeper's hysterics
as she runs back and forth
that I think we should tell her
exactly what she always tell us
when we get too excited

"I think you've gone mad, Keeper"

LOL, or should we say BOL (bark out loud!)

Well, she made several holiday card designs
and lost most of it!
Ho-Ho-Ho!

She hurriedly made my SuperDog folio
and forgot to send it!
Ho-Ha-Ha!

And on top of the whole mess
she started painting the window frames
and the rusty grills and creaking doorways
"to freshen up the energy and look"
only to realize she did not have enough paint
to complete the job! Boo-Ho-Ho!
So now we have unpainted grills and doors
all over heaven!

Gee, what glee!

But things are looking up.
Her friends have started sponsoring
huge 3feet by 5feet tarp to be installed
down Rainbow Avenue
and other major streets
for my SuperDog campaign.
THANKS to all of Keeper's friends.
Your generosity is the best gift
for all animal hounds in the city!
Woof!

She was able to update her mails
and re-designed our holiday cards
to be sent to more than a hundred
people and animals all over the world!

But whatever she does
she takes the time
to rest her weary self
beside her hounds
while we pat her head for a change.
Good job, Keeper!

Dear Santa Paw,

2007-11-28T19:30:00.000-08:00

In Heaven we pray to you.
In our dreams we are you.
And so we pray and with drool
the HoundsInHeaven dons your suit
and hopes to make all the doggy
and animal wishes come true!

Pica, the mumsy dog says:
As Santa Paw . . .

I will circle all the beautiful aging animals on earth

with the light of healing and love,

free from pain and aches, noise and sickness,

and surrounded by loving, caring beings around. . .

Sumo, the popsy dog says:

As Santa Paw,

I will beam a light of protection

around lost and roaming dogs and animals

so they can stay warm and feel love

and for kind people to see their angel eyes

and rush to adopt them . . .

Bogart, the big brother says:

As Santa Paw,

I will cast rainbow of love

to all awesome doggies and animals

in the rainbow bridge . . .

May your difficult journey

find peace and love in your new home

as you await your Keeper

and your many doggy friends . . .

And I, Sweepy the SuperDog say:
As Santa Paw,
I will zap cool showers of neon colors and light
to all drooling, happy hounds and animals
so they will continue to delight
and be delighted in whatever Heaven
and homes they are staying . . .

. . . and lastly,

I will blow hot kisses

on wonderful keepers everywhere

so they can have all the time,

energy and money (lots of it!)

to keep all their animal friends happy and well-fed . . .

and off, I go!

Ho-ho-ho!

Ha-ha-ha!

Hee-haw! . . .

Woof!

It was just a dream.
But it is my very wish . . . Santa!

Super Sweepy: Bantay ng Bayan

2007-11-25T20:11:00.000-08:00

"Now is the time for all good men
to come to my rescue . . ."

This is the most difficult decision
that I have to make in my entire life.
And although I love attention
I am not exactly the crusader type.
But somebody has to do it.
Among the HoundsInHeaven
I am the best to do the task
of being a SuperDog . . .
Bantay ng Bayan (Community Watchdog!)

Ok, hold your drool, fellas . . .
This is it!
This is my moment!

I have my agenda all wrapped up . . .

I have my leash, my ID
and my to-die-for SMILE . . .
and with legs shaking and drool all over
I'm ready to discuss Big Issues
with the Big Guys . . .

So together with my Keeper Lui
and the rah-rah hounds of Heaven
Ok, villains, your time is up
for here comes the SuperDog!!

I have to take a tricycle ride!
Although tricycles pollute the air
this small, bumpy and handy transport
will take me to my destination in 10 minutes!

Thank you JR for driving us safely!
Superdogs need super chauffeurs, right?

First Stop: The Municipal's Office
Office of Mayor Calixto Cataquiz
of the town of San Pedro, Laguna, Philippines

My Mission Impossible:
I will be the icon to help my community
to volunteer to disseminate information
about the different laws and ordinances
and campaign for its strict implementation.

First Issue: Republic Act 8485
or The Animal Welfare Act.

No to maltreatment and abuses of all animals.
No to irresponsible ownership of pets.
No to dog-eating.
No to dog-fighting.
No to allowing dogs to roam the street
without a leash!
No to abandoning animals on the streets to die!

Second Issue: Anti-Littering ordinance

Educate kids in schools, teachers and residents!
Impose fine of P300 ($5-$6!)
or do community service!
(Let those filthy blokes sweep the streets, Mayor!)

Third Issue: Ban Pellet Guns!
Letter of Instruction 1964 prohibits
the sale of gun replicas!

These small innocent plastic projectiles
can travel up to 200 feet and
can cause serious injuries
including blindness!

Mayor, see the injury I got from gun pellets!

The kind Mayor Cataquiz noted all my issues.
And gave his commitment and support . . .

I salute you Mayor!
I give you ten paws up!!!

My next stop: The Barangay Office
of San Vicente, Laguna.
And the Barangay Captain (Head)
is Kapitan Norvic D. Solidum . . .

The barangay office is the smallest government unit in the Philippines tasked with implementing of laws and ordinances in cooperation with the Municipal government. As I have said, I am dealing only with the big guys in the community . . . .

Kap Solidum noted and approved my program.
Finally, I have the support of the regulatory agencies.
Now, on to the community and other stakeholders . . .
Since the barangay office have visitors
I decided to charm my way
and my campaign to them too!

Thank you, Kap Solidum!
You're no. 1 in our paw-some world!

Next Stop:
The schools, homeowner association,
petshops, vets and animal clinics,
transport terminals, whew! . . .
My crusade has just began
and I am beat . . .
but only for now . . .

I will see this campaign to the end.
Wish me luck . . .
Woof!

Postcript: This campaign is my special gift to my Keeper Luchie who is celebrating her birthday today (It is November 26, 2007 in the Philippines as I blog!). . . Happy B-day, Uchi! Ur xtremly Paw-some!

Our Santa Outfit!

2007-11-24T11:10:00.000-08:00

It's been a busy week with all the photo sessions going around Heaven . . . And now we have to have our picture taken wearing a Santa outfit for our Christmas card exchange with over 135 DWB doggy friends all over the world! Keeper took out the Santa outfit and I got blasted by all that red color!

Keeper, can't Santa wear something cool like aqua? Or silver mint? Or pine green?

Nope, I guess I have no choice but to wear this blaring red suit.

Pretty dopey.
Pretty embarrassing, I tell you.

Sumo tried it on and it really looks funny
watching a fierce-looking Santa.

Hey, popsy, I think you need to smile in that outfit!
Hahaha, er. . .that's a joke, popsy, ok?

Oh wow look, my mumsy Pica!

And ooops, look at that dopey face!
Wah-haha! You really look like a scene
straight from a comedy flick, Bogart!

OK, here's the verdict:

Sumo tried . . .

and failed . . .
Nope, Santa has to look fat, light, and smiling.

Pica tried . . .

ok, forget my old lady . . .
and get off her case
for crying out loud!

Bogart tried . . . really, really hard . . .

but, er . . . nope!
Didn't quite make it!

Hey, will somebody get my friend Rufus from India
or Korol, or Charlie, or heck, why not Opy!
We need to get the ball rolling around here!

We need a real cool-looking Santa
just like this . . .

ok, ok, I know, my adulating fans . . .
as always, I always manage to hit this off.
I can always look cool in anything!

But as my big brother Bogart says
after all that's left and done
snooze time is still the best thing.
In Santa outfit or not.

Woof! I agree.

Colder Nights = Warm Scarf!

2007-11-20T10:01:00.000-08:00

Forget about the rush and frenzy
firecrackers and fireworks
but really now, the BER months
are my favorite time of the year . . .

It means colder nights and warm days.
Perfect for nap and play.
Paw purr-fect!

Keeper started taking out
the Christmas decorations for cleaning.
They start Christmas early down here
as soon All Saints/Souls days are over
which is after November 1 & 2,
wham! Christmas lights start blinking
all over town followed by
ear-splitting firecrackers!

So we huddled around Keeper
and noticing our shivering bulks
she started taking out our favorite scarf:
the cool colored polka-dot and line design
paired with a bonnet!

Mumsy Pica simply adores the warm feel of it!

And my Popsy Sumo just loves to show off!

And so does my bro Bogart!

But my Mumsy Pica lords it over!

But all these photo shoots can be tiring
and the warm scarf cuddles you to sleep . . .

See, I told you!

. . . ok, until next photo session . . . (yawn!)
woooooooofzzzzzzzzzzzz!

Yoga: The Stretch 2

2007-11-15T22:29:00.000-08:00

Somebody just emailed me
that he has not heard of any yoga pose
patterned after dogs . . .
Well, listen Wally,
the dog pose is the best yoga set
because the movements are so natural
that people think we are
just lounging around but we're not!
We are actually releasing
pent-up emotions and wasted desires
when we do the different movements
while breathing in and out.
Exactly what Keeper is doing in her mat.

Ok, if there are no other
hysterical arguments and protest
allow me to continue with
the stretching exercises . . .

Yoga: Stretch 2
This is another variation of The Stretch.
You lie down but instead of
stretching your legs behind you
you tuck it in your side.

This is the best exercise
when you just finished
playing catch or hunting
or killing something (sssh, don't tell!)
and needed to wind down
and catch your breath
before eating and sleeping . . .

There's Bogart and his big, black self . . .

Another variation is still lying down
but with your head up
while breathing in and out . . .

And here's Bogart's variation . . . .

Bogart does stretching a lot
because it relaxes him
plus it makes him less grumpy.
As you know, Bogart is always cool
A bit dopey but never grumpy.
Ever.

Aha, my popsy Sumo . . .
a bit uptight but then
he's always like that.

And there goes my mumsy Pica
all of her 112-year old aging self . . .

the true testament why doing yoga
makes one stay young
and healthy . . .

Yoga according to Sweepy

2007-11-14T23:47:00.000-08:00

Keeper does yoga.
Nope she does not do it regularly.
Keeper's former teacher is not available
which is why she gets lazy doing it herself.
But she discovered and realized too late
that yes, ahem, yoga moves are patterned after
who else?
ANIMALS!
Ladidah. . .didah . . didah. . . .
Now she does it with me.

The Yoga Story
by Sweepy, the guru

Once upon a Time
The wise chief of the tribe
who have nothing better to do
while waiting for his people
to return from the hunt
saw how well relaxed and happy
the animals are in the kingdom
and lo and behold!
he saw the light of day
(the chief has cataracts
but he is not blind)
and the wise chief declared:
"my animals have conquered relaxation
simply by doing certain movements
and proper breathing . . ."
which in truth is nothing else but normal breathing
which in truth is what humans have forgotten to do
and which in truth is why they do yoga . . .
End of DoggyTale

. . . and since my vegetarian friend Rufus
wanted me to teach him yoga
to which I replied that I need not teach him
because ALL DOGS and most animals
naturally does most of these poses
long before it became fashionable to OWN a dog
(come to think of it nobody really owns us)
and long before it became fashionable
among humans to do animal moves posing as yoga.

But I love requests,
and I looooooove to show off.
(in case you have not noticed)
here are some of my fave yoga moves:
(these moves can be done by humans, ok?)

Lesson for the Day: The Stretch

You lie down and stretch yourself
while slowly inhaling . . .
(forget the pollution just do it!)

If you see Keeper with camera, smile!
Then exhale
(don't forget to do this or you'll die!)

Now look behind you
(nope you are not looking for anything
you are stretching your neck for crying out loud!)
Then inhale. . .

Then slowly lean your face on the floor
Exhale . . .

Now count to five, then exhale . . .
Try to do this five times at least every hour.
Do this and your sleeping will improve.

For next session we will do Stretch 2.

Mirror Magic!

2007-11-12T23:28:00.000-08:00

Hey, Sweepy, look!

What is it?

Keeper carried this framed thing
and leaned it against the wall.
I ran to have a look . . .
A dopey face glared at me.
I ran barking back to my corner.

What was that?!?

Bogart went to The Thing
and barked at the black, scary face!

Keeper laughed.
"You are that gorgeous thing down there, Bogart"

"Duh?" Bogart snorted.

Keeper said she will clean
and re-paint the old Mirror
which she hopes to re-use.
Didn't I tell you Keeper is -
The Recycle Queen?

After 15 minutes, tata!
A brand new mirror. . .

But the same dopey face
looking back at us!

Time Flies . . .

2007-11-11T10:59:00.000-08:00

I am in DENIAL.
We are now in the BER months.
Remember septemBER, octoBER,
novemBER and soon decemBER!
Yikes, the loonies will be back
if they are not here already.

You know just like last year
and the years before that.
BER are the frenzy months.
BER months are when people
rush everywhere in preparation
for the coming decemBER.

And December is the height of the frenzy
gifts, parties, reunions, fireworks!
Yikes!
And firecrackers as early as October!
As if everybody is practicing
and flexing their fingers
on better ways to light up
a freaking show of smoke and noise.

Oh, my poor, poor eardrums.
My poor, old mumsy Pica
My shaking-in-fear popsy Sumo
and never mind Bogart
because the bloke seems
to be wearing an ear plug or something
because Bogart does not seem afraid
of firecrackers and fireworks.
Either Bogart is plain dumb, deaf,
completely dopey or (aghast!)
he completely likes the blasting noise!

Bogart is not the hyper type, Sweepy.
Bogart is pretty cool about it
unlike you and Sumo who goes ballistic
over anything freaky as firecrackers.
You should not mind them.
They will never ever hurt you
while I am the Keeper of the Hounds.
As for Pica, she's old and naturally jittery.

Gee, thanks, Keeper.
That paw-fully great.
But come December
when the blasting noise
comes regularly every minute?
I will truly go mad this time.
Arf! I'll go nuts, Keeper!
Waaah!

No you won't, Sweepy.
You will be brave and always stay
by your big brother's side
or cuddle near Pica
when the noise gets to you.
Remember this will all pass.
December will soon pass
and the firecrackers and noise
will not matter that much.
Think of the bright side.
Think of the gifts you'll receive.
The parties, the people,
the carols, the fun
and our camping together
during NewYear's eve.
It will be fun . . .

Well, Ok
if you say so, Keeper.
I will try to stay cool.
Just try to stay near
while I brave this one . . .

. . . over and over again. . . .

Pssst, Sweepy!

2007-11-08T23:03:00.000-08:00

Wh-what?

Who's tapping me?

Bogart! What's up?
What's with your dopey face?
Eh, what?
Somebody got to our food delivery first?!?
WWW-WHAT!!!!!

Oh, now I see what you mean. . .
Hmmm, that wet, sloppy smile
of Popsy Sumo says it all!!!!

How did he do that, that sneaky thing!
Ha! Wait till Keeper hears of this!

Duh? Life is so not fair.
Hey, Freda!
The chicken liver's all gone!
My life is OVER.
Read our lips: OVER

Now, we're off to brood BIG TIME
until Keeper comes home!

Busy Week

2007-11-07T09:49:00.000-08:00

Keeper was up on her toes
sending SOS SMS (help/text)
to most of her friends
on her mobile phone
to call attention to the artist
who starved a dog to death
in his exhibition in a gallery.
(Pls refer to Keeper's studio blog)

My big brother Bogart
was also busy doing his bit
busy texting our friends too
and people were wondering
what the woofs, arfs, awoooo
was all about . . .

This is not my style though.
I am not in the mood
to be some kind of a crusader
so I just stayed in the background
listening and waiting
for my role in this whole
noisy, frantic events . . .

Then suddenly I heard:
"chapati with chicken slivers
topped with adobo sauce
and malt cream . . ."
The big guy is ordering delivery!
Now that's where I come in . . .

Hey, make that double
with chicken liver pate
and ice cream for me!
Whoppeeee!

There we placed our orders
and now it is time to wait.
Heroes get hungry too you know . . .

Halloween Blues

2007-11-01T13:11:00.000-07:00

Ok, I am a hound
and it is Halloween night
so I am off to go
with the rest of silly kids
to go 'trick or treat'
down RainbowAve . . .

Keeper said it is best
to do it at midnight
and so, I will wait for the clock
to strike midnight . . .
(yeah, that is a sculpture clock
made from recycled newspapers
which keeper made for me!)

and scare all the freaking hounds
with my squeaky toys . . .

After midnight . . .

Er, no, people.
I did not go out.
I got too sleepy
I think I'll pass off
trick or treat this year . . .

But I'm not, Keeper!
Duh, Keeper!
Hey, I'm ok to go anywhere
for treats and tricks!

Oh, Bogart, I don't think you will enjoy
walking down Rainbow Avenue
for treats like candies and sweets . . .

Yeah, I don't like candies, Keeper.
Is that what this stupid thing is all about?
Then I say "Pass"

Good for you.
And for that, let me just give you
the best treat of all . . .
a great big hug!

Oh, what a boring, boring week
I tell you . . .

Remembering . . .

2007-10-30T11:54:00.000-07:00

On the eve of November 1st
I join keeper and the houndsinheaven
as we stay silent for a few minutes
to remember those who passed away . . .

In the Christian world
November 1 and 2 pays tribute
to the saints and souls of our beloved . . .

In the Pagan world,
the night gets longer
as the soul moves into
that wonderful process
of rebirth . . .
the realm to the spirit world
is open and they roam the earth
seeking old places and haunts . . .

Sadly, the art world
makes a mockery of all these
sacred, transcending traditions
portrayed as silly ghost stories
and scary, freaky movies
made to sell as an inane concept
of a moment they failed to understand. . .

Keeper lights a candle and sings
in tribute to the unseen
and perfect, holy beings
that only a perfect Creator
can create in perfect time . . .

For the moment, our Heaven
down the now quiet RainbowAve
quietly remembers our beloved ones
and the light of the candle
will guide them back
to their earth homes
but only for a while
for soon they will head back
over the rainbow bridge
back to the perfect place
that can only be called Heaven

Come, my dear dear friends
stay a while in our furry nest
as I try to lick your paws
and rub my face into yours . . .
For soon, you will head back
and keeper will send you back
with happy wishes until your next visit
in Samhain and All Souls day.
Truly, I tell you
dogs and animals DO have souls
and they return if only for a while
not to scare us but to remind us
that in our confused, noisy world
lies a perfect place for us
in perfect time . . .

Lovingly Remembered:

Max

Suki

Nanuk

Henry

Jason

Jubilee

Bichon

and our loving catsky

Gold, White, Sun-Sun, Moon-Moon,
Blacky, Tussie-Mussie, Angel,
Bombolinni, Mussolini, Paquito . . .

and Fudge, Cotton, Pico, Cenotsky,
Lord Vincent, Kitty . . .

May our light and love
and joyful tears and hot kisses
shine and keep you warm
until we can be together again

. . . in perfect time . . .

Hot Hats!

2007-10-27T11:47:00.000-07:00

With woof and drool pride . . .
catsky and dogsky . . .
and all the animalsky . . .
and er, ok human peepers,
ladies and gentlemen,
may I present the houndsinheaven
hot hat fashion!!

I head the list in my cool summer hat.

And this one is my travel hat
like when I might need to travel
which is why I am feverishly training
to go walking back and forth
down Rainbow Avenue . . .

To encourage me to jump start my walks
keeper promised to get me a cool bag
to go with this cool hat . . .
Yey, bring it on, keeper!

And this is my big brother Bogart
in his cool sports cap . . . .

Keeper tells Bogart that he must
learn to wear a hat when he walks.
That is, when Bogart LEARNS to walk
down Rainbow Avenue first
just so he will not get tan and dark.
Er, keeper, Bogart IS dark!
for crying out loud!

And hey, here's my snooty popsy Sumo

pretty cool and happy in his summer hat.
Again, keeper tells him he must wear a hat
when he learns to walk outside heaven
so as not to get dark and tan!!!
Sumo is already BLACK, keeper!
Knock it off!

and, oh wow!
My mumsy Pica
in her cool hat!

simply fabulous for an old lady!

And these are our native Philippine hats
pretty cool and light for summer walks!

And in preparation for the coming Halloween
here is my shaman hat to make sure
that I can READ from which house
and energy you are coming from . . .

Hmmm, any fashion critics from lifestyle magazines
better not say anything dopey
or I will zap you bald and dry!

and Bogart, stop fooling around with my hat!
Your dopey face does not make it
suitable for my Samhain think-hat!

NOTE: All hats belong to the HoundsInHeaven collection, 2004

My Friends all over the World!

2007-10-25T13:02:00.000-07:00

Lest you think I am all snug and snooty in Heaven
well let me introduce you to some of my friends
from all around the world!

nope, this is not Bogart.
This is my friend Meg, a 12-year old mixed breed from UK
Meg's owner Doug loves dogs he has three:

Juno, a female German Shepherd and

Thor, another German Shepherd

and then there's . . .

Hairy Maclary, a male Maltese from Australia

Annabella, a female Bull Terrier from Romania

Lilo, a female Maltese from Australia

Laknest Loengrin, a male Collie from Estonia

Missy, an AmericanPitBullTerrier from Australia

Hercules, a male with mixed breed from Australia

Bianca, a female Chihuahua from the USA

Lucky, a male Shih Tzu from the USA

Boofa, a male Rottweiler from Australia

Buddy, a male Siberian Husky from Malaysia

Diamond, a female APBT from Canada

Maisy, a female Weimaraner from Australia

Felicity, a female Bichon Frise from Australia

Magic, a male Dobermann from Denmark

Walking On Sunshine, a male St. Bernard from Estonia who resembles one of keeper's former dog, Lord Vincent

Sherry, a female Doberman from Estonia

Fagar, a male Central Asia Shepherd Dog from Finland

Shafran Sheeny Kass, a male German Spitz Miniature from Estonia

Ermis Danizol, a male Labrador Retriever from Latvia

Richi, a male Cavalier King Charles Spaniel from Estonia

Jackson, a male with mixed breed from the USA

Jessiey, a female Border Collie from Australia

Korol Ljubvi Vialili Miadzvedz, a male Newfoundland from Estonia

Billy, a female Beagle from Australia

Brandy, a female Beagle from Australia

Lara, a female with mixed breed from South Africa

Sam, a male Pinscher from the Netherlands

Molly, a female Collie from Australia

Todd, a male Basset Hound from Norway

Gaspar, a male Dachshund from the Philippines

Jakomo Funto, a male Yorkshire Terrier from Latvia

Boris, a male Dachshund from the USA

Arnold, a male St. Bernard from Denmark

Keisha, a mixed breed female from Australia

Prucsok, a female Cocker Spaniel from Romania

Opy and Charlie, Labradors from Australia

Pacco, male mongrel from Malaysia

Adolfo Diogo Amigo do Pescador, a male Portuguese Water Dog from Germany

Kingkong, a male with mixed breed from the Philippines

Jennifer, a female English Cocker Spaniel from India

Maya, a female Poodle from Colombia

Bull Bull, a male Bulldog from Australia

Xuwa, a female Poodle from Brazil

Rufus, a male St.Bernard from India

Teaspoon d'un Soir de Noel, a male German Spitz from France
and her German Spitz gang from France:
Bhakti d'Un Soir de Noel
Black Joly Scotty van Villa reposa
Caruso d"un Soir de Noel
C'Xena d'Un Soir de Noel
Liam de la Source des Evoissons
and V'Eowyn, and Gogo whose pictures have to be uploaded . . .

and ten dogs owned by Dob from the Philippines!
Fuzzy, a female Golden Retriever
Kulit, a female Mongrel
Gizmo, a male Dobermann
Garfield, a male Dobermann
Radcliffe, a male Shih Tzu
Gandalf, a male Dobermann
Ghia, a female Dobermann
Nuggets Havelock, a male Dobermann
Duchess Dyna Dina, a female Dobermann
and Clark, a male Mongrel

and others whose pictures I need to upload SOON:
The Airedales from the USA
The Brat Pack from Australia
Sir Chancelot, a Golden Retriever from the USA
Powder-Puff, a crossbreed from the USA
Wayman Wynn, a Catahoula from the USA
Brutus, a male Shih Tzu from the Netherlands
Gucci and Lacy-Mae from Australia
Cokie from the Philippines
and Hakino's Aron Agila

and more loveable, amazing hounds
that can only be cared for by
amazing, loveable Keepers!
I will try to upload all their pictures SOON

NOTE: If you own a dog or just a plain dog or cat lover, check out http://uniteddogs.com/
and Dogs With Blogs site and drool!

Nap Time

2007-10-24T12:03:00.000-07:00

. . . is a serious thing.
This is not to be confused as Sleeping.
Like what my mumsy Pica
is doing all the time . . .
But she is 112 years old
so get off her case!

Nap time is serious business.
You locate your corners and wham!

. . or you can squeeze yourself anywhere
like between kennels where you can smell
the warm, fuzzy, fur smell of the black hounds
and wham!

. . . or like my big brother Bogart
who would just walk a bit
and when he feels drowsy
like most of the day anyway
he would just plunk himself
right where the nap bug hit him
and ka-blam!

but nobody has mastered
the art of napping than me . . .

for I am . . .
The King of Nap!

PlayTime, Part 2

2007-10-22T12:24:00.000-07:00

Oh, oh, I think keeper is calling us
for our game of catch. . .

Ok, Bogart, don't blow it this time!
Watch her hand!

Catch what she has in her hands!
See those yummy, chewy sticks?
That's what we get if we get the fruitty toys!
Ok, bring it on, keeper!

Ahhhh, got it at last!

The taste of victory is really sweet!

Bogart sure got it right this time
And he looks giddy-happy!

And so was I . . .

FashionWatch

2007-10-22T12:00:00.000-07:00

Nope this is not a freak show.
This is my Fashion Watch Moment.
It is time to show off my cutey scarf . . .

which according to my big brother Bogart
makes me look like a present in ribbons!
Bogart snorted and I almost got suck
into that big noz, er nose . . .

Ok, how about my red, smashing scarf?

I love to pair it with some cool beads
that keeper loves to collect and recycle
as bag holders, lamp strings, dog collars . . .

Bogart snorted once again.
He thinks I look like a complete idiot.
Boy, this fashion guru wannabe
can really piss me off on a good day . . .

Ok, check out this really cool
fossilized stone and capiz pendant.
It this will not impress your bulky self
I don't know what will . . .

GroomTime

2007-10-19T21:50:00.000-07:00

Ok, Bogart it's grooming time!
Here, show me your teeth!

Yech!
Eeeew!

Hey, Sweepy!
Little one, come here!
Show me your teeth!

OMG!

Sumo, come here!
Your teeth please!

Yikes, houndsinheaven
All your teeth sucks!
Calling DrJ!
DrJ, hello!
Dental check-up SOS in heaven
Pronto!
Pleeez . . .

Hey, Bogart, I think keeper's gone mad.
Yeah, what's yucky with our cute fangs anyway?

PlayTime

2007-10-19T21:36:00.000-07:00

We love to play with my squeaky toys!

Keeper would gather them all in the basket
and at the count of 3 starts throwing them around!
Wheee! What fun, keeper!

But Bogart has to be a pooper.
He figures he would rather go for the basket.

Not the basket, nitwit!
Get the fruitty!
The fruitty!
Hello, big brother!
Oh-oh, there goes keeper . . .
Grabs the basket,
grabs the toys,
end of play . . .
Poofer!

Now you know why you have to know
The Rules . . .

But getting the basket was more fun
for my 'ladidah' brother Bogart!
He figures since the toys are coming from it
might as well go for the basket
and he wins the game . . .

Well, so much for silly games . . .

Walking Time

2007-10-15T11:22:00.000-07:00

I woke up from deep sleep
to find keeper and Sumo
doing the usual boring leash-thing.

Ok, Sumo, let's round the corner . . .
Stop!
Very gooood. . .
Perfect!
You're a perfect dog!
Now, go . . .
Stop!

I rolled my eyes in boredom
but I watched my popsy
walk with a slow, regal gait
head held high and with eyes alert,
Sumo walk beside keeper with pride.
When keeper says "Stop!"
Sumo freezes and sits beside keeper
waiting for more instructions.

I held up my paws drooling.
My turn, keeper!
I called keeper's attention from my house.
It's my turn!

Keeper ended the training session
with Sumo complete with hugs and kisses.
Sumo obediently went to his house
and plumped himself into his pillows.
Now, it's our turn!
Keeper opened my kennel
and I dashed out like a madman.

Ok, Sweepy, relax!
Keeper laughed as she adjusted my collar.
Remember, do not hurry.
Take your time.

I tried to walk regally beside keeper
and freezes when she calls "stop"
but unlike before when I remain standing
and watching keeper stupidly
this time to surprise her,
I slowly sit and flashed a smile.

Ohhhh, Sweepy!
What a great dog!
You did it!
You're sitting!
Keeper gushed stupidly
while juggling the leash
and her camera phone
to document the event.

Oh, I knew it.
I knew keeper will like this trick.
I am sure she will blah this great news
to the other keeper when she gets home.
It will be the backbreaking news of the day!

So we continued our session
Stop, go, very good, stop, go . . .
That was really great, Sweepy!
Tomorrow we'll try another trick.

I smiled excitedly.
Maybe tomorrow we can try
'shake hands' routine?

I coughed.
I rolled my eyes.
Shake hands?!?
Pleez.
Not that stupid command!
I will not do 'shake hands'!
I refused to shake any hands.
That's it!
I'm off this stupid tricks!

Keeper shook her head amusedly.
She released the leash and
I hied off to the rocking chair
to sit beside my brother Bogart.

Ok, Bogart, your turn!
Er, Bogart. . . Come, it's your turn!

Ok, keep that eyes closed, buddy.
I whispered to my dopey brother.
Never let her take you to walk and sit.
She will soon ask you to 'shake hands'.

Bogart remained sleeping in the chair.
Keeper watched him and walked out
mumbling about some fat, lazy, black hounds . . .

Ok, hear this out, people.
We will sit and stay
and do stop and go
but we will not shake hands.
Bogart snorted.

Now, I wonder if keeper can think
of more exciting things to do
like jump up the tree
or balance on the firewall
just like the stray cats of rainbowAve.
or fly like butterpie and birdiepie
or walk on walls and ceilings
the way lizardpie does it . . .
but no, she has to make us
shake hands and watch her dopey friends
notice my mangosteen paws . . .
completely idiotic . . .

Sunbathing

2007-10-13T14:12:00.000-07:00

whoppee!
the sun is out!
houndsinheaven, come out!

sunbathing is really great
the warmth makes us feel fuzzy
plus, the heat is loaded with vitamin D
wow!

My mumsy Pica came out
and spread her aging self at once.
Bogart went to soak beside her.

I prefer to sunbath alone.

And so does my popsy Sumo.

We love the sun.
And Sun loves houndsinheaven.

Eating Time!

2007-10-11T14:19:00.000-07:00

The houndsinheaven heard the call
and guessed who got to the bowls first . . .

as you can see Sumo is inside his house
and his food is there already!
Keeper has to raise Sumo's bowl
by using her potpourri case.
Keeper said Sumo needed to eat
with his bowls raised
to this comfortable level
so he will not choke . . .

well, not for the rest of the
houndsinheaven
whether raised bowls or not . . .

we'll always devour our favorite
rice and adobo
anytime
any day . . .
bon appetit!

Yvon, our avocado tree!

2007-10-11T13:46:00.000-07:00

Now that you've met Chicky our chico tree
who is more than twenty years old
and is still kicking with her juicy fruits
let me introduce you to Yvon
our avocado tree. . .

Yvon is around my age (5 years old)
Here is Yvon as a 'baby' plant . . .

In a few months, Yvon started growing . . .

and in a year, she was transferred
to grow beside Chicky
where Yvon grew tall and beautiful . . .

Last year, during the feast of
Bridget, the goddess of art,
keeper looked longingly up at Yvon
and wished for fruits.
Lo and behold!
at the start of summer that year
keeper looked up and saw flowers!
And in May 2006
Yvon presented her first fruits!

The keepers rejoiced
and danced to a music
only they can hear . . .

And this year, Yvon presented her fruits again . . .
This wonderful cycle . . . this beautiful tree . . .
contributes to pulsating, powerful energies
of everything in heaven . . .

Wormsy's Tale

2007-10-08T10:10:00.000-07:00

Have you ever seen this thing before?

They call it 'sinturon ni Hudas' (Judas' belt).
Keeper calls him Wormsy . . .
I call him Pesky.
He sneaks in when I nap
or starts crawling in my path
and to where the houndsinheaven
will surely crush its crunchy bulk!
What poor ghastly thing!

I watch Wormsy weave his way
around heaven in silence.
He moves like one of those
electronic toy robots run by batteries.
He just goes his way
day in and out
back and forth
until one day
I saw him slowly moving
in distracted fashion.

Wormsy was carrying another on its back!
Together they quietly motored their way
back and forth all day
like searching for something
or even someone . . .

They met another on the way
but they did not even bother to chat!
They just weave their way around heaven
trying to stay away from our path.

Oh look, Sweepy!
Wormsy is carrying his ladylove.
I wonder where they're going?

I watched Keeper close her eyes
and prayed for the lover's fate
as they slowly left Heaven
and headed for RainbowAve's
dusty, cruel path . . .

Animal Day!

2007-10-08T00:37:00.000-07:00

Yesterday was pretty strange.
For one, it was declared "Animal Day"
and it gave the excuse for keepers
to groom and dress up their pets
and brought to church for blessing.

Keeper said this was a tribute
to St. Francis of Assisi
who adores animals and nature
pretty much like keeper
except that keeper is not a saint.

So the other keeper asked us
if we want to be taken to church
for blessing with other pets.

Geez, I don't know.
Do we have to?
I mean do you have to take the messy chore
of carrying all the houndsinheaven
(pretty impossible if not quite risky!)
for a church blessing?

Sumo says "I'm staying home"
Pica says "I want to go out"
(Of course, she is on heat and
wants to rattle all the other hounds
anywhere, I'm sure).
Bogart says "Duh?"

and I say: "Pass"
I'd rather stay home, get dirty
and play all day with Bogart
as long as I don't have to go out
and behave like a clown
among other hounds outside heaven.

Anyway, keeper blesses us everyday
and with her prayers and love
we're pretty much OK in heaven.
I hope everybody had a great day too!

ANOTHER STRANGE EVENT:
Fart, er Part 2

Except for the houndsinheaven and
the laundrywoman who comes every Sunday morning
the whole Rainbow Avenue was deathly quiet
that I thought all the animals have trooped
to church for blessings or what.

I found out later that the reason for the silence
was that everybody was busy
watching on TV or listening on radio
a boxing match featuring their Pinoy champ!
Now that's what I call a Pinoy community
all over the world in action!

So excuse me while me and Bogart
do ours . . .

I am not a Poofer

2007-10-08T00:05:00.000-07:00

Let me make this clear:
I do not squeal on a whim.
I was given this assignment by keeper
and that is: to call her attention
when Sumo and Pica tries to mate
or any of the houndsinheaven
including ME for that matter.

Quite a tall order, really.
But it is my Mission Impossible.
And I hold myself responsible
should Pica gets herself pregnant again.

Maybe some of you might ask
why Keeper is doing such a cruel task.
But mind you, it is for everybody's good.
For one, Pica is 112 years old!
And keeper does not want Pica
to go to God Almighty when she's on heat.
(God Almighty is the petshop
where Pica goes on vacation)
The last time Pica was taken to GA
she lost a lot of weight,
not to mention sickly and dying
that keeper promised that she will do
everything possible not to bring Pica
to GA ever again!

The other reason is that keeper
will not allow poor, old Pica
or any of the houndsinheaven
to get spayed or neutered
(castration is such a CRUEL thing, people!)
so never mind the mood swings
but if things can be discussed
like sane, intelligent beings,
WHY NOT?!?

So one hot, summer day
Keeper gathered us into her arms
and told us the real score
about our messy situation.
Guess what: it worked!

So, except for Sumo (kindda stubborn that one)
we can now play and stay out
whether Pica is on heat or not.
Keeper will just remind us "to behave"
and nobody (including Sumo)
would dare break the vow.
Since May 2006 mind you!
This is not a simple mission.
The houndsinheaven have kept their
part of this messy bargain.

So now, while Pica tries her love calls
we just hover and smell, but that's it.
Of course, that is the reason
why I am tasked to keep watch
and remind anybody out of control.
And we do this not because we are afraid of keeper
but we do this because we love each other.

Awww, love can indeed makes us
pretty smart and responsible.
Believe it or not . . . .

Can Love Wait in Heaven?

2007-10-06T14:26:00.000-07:00

Is that Batman?
Nope, that's my popsy Sumo!
Do you think he is just watching RainbowAve?

Noooo, he's keeping watch over Pica!

All this time, bidding his time
waiting for the right moment
calculating all his moves
and when he thinks
that no one is watching
he makes his move
until they can be together!

Ahhh, love!
What glorious moment!
What gallant moves!
But, I am The Spoiler
and I'm not going to let this pass:

"Keeper, the lovers are at it again!"

Sumo:
Back-off, Loudmouth!
What pesky, pesky pup . . .

Poofer.
Me.
The Best of the lot.
Poofer Hound.
Yuk-yuk-yuk . . .

So, how's your house, Sumo?

2007-10-04T01:26:00.000-07:00

Well, I have no complains
unlike those two spoiled pups!

And I don't have the need to check out
other hound's house except Pica's . . .

And I'm too depressed
not to be with her
so I'm going to sleep this off
if you don't mind . . .

Er, ok.
Sleep tight, my hound. . .

Pssst, Sweepy.
I think Sumo is having a big heartache.

Hey, why the long face, Sweepy?

2007-10-04T01:16:00.000-07:00

Look who's in my house, Keeper!

Oh!
I guessed Bogart wants to check
how it feels like in other hounds' house.
Just like when you sleep in their houses.

Hmmm, ok.
In that case I'll mope around
until that big, black thing
is finished checking my house . . .

Hmmm, something is not right . . .

2007-10-02T11:12:00.000-07:00

Keeper is poking around my space . . .
It makes me queasy when she goes around
with her mobile phone and her dopey smile.
Something is not right.
She is up to something . . .

Oh, oh! She is zooming behind me . . .

Are you trying to take a pic of my butt?!?

Nope, but I'm trying to take a picture of your paws!

My paws?

Yeah, they're so cute
they looked like mangosteens!

I just want to show it to some people . . .

OK, enuf of this freakin' show!
Geez, humans can be sooooo
exasperating!

Now where are you sleeping this time, Sweepy?

2007-09-30T12:19:00.000-07:00

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!

2007-09-27T20:45:00.000-07:00

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 . . .

2007-09-27T00:42:00.000-07:00

ahhh, there you are!

always, keeper. always . . .

. . . what are you looking for, Sweepy?

2007-09-27T00:20:00.000-07:00

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

. . . hmmm, not here . . .

. . . hmmm, not this . . .

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

found it!

hmmmm!

Tech-Talk

2007-09-18T11:55:00.000-07:00

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 . . .

2007-09-13T21:07:00.000-07:00

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!

2007-09-10T20:12:00.000-07:00

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

2007-09-07T00:21:00.000-07:00

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?

2007-09-04T11:18:00.000-07:00

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!

2007-09-03T00:41:00.000-07:00

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. . .

Looking Back

2007-08-31T12:03:00.000-07:00

At last,
the 'ghost month' is over . . .
Goodbye Au-gust. . .

And now, it's time to look back
and maybe answer some email queries:

1. To Sweatface from Arizona:
No, I am not a member of the bearface world.
Maybe, you meant the bare face, lol.
No, my keeper is not a shaman.
Maybe you meant she-man, lol2.

2. To Pacco from Malaysia:
(hey, mongrels rule the world, Pacco)
Although, I can sleep on the rocking chair
my favorite snooze place was my old black plastic cart
(circa: before my yellow house) because
it hugs my whole bulk and I can squirm
and it still feels snug . . .

3. To Colby from Ireland:
(methinks this one is human, guys)
Yeah, Troy is a lizard and he eats flies.

4. To Colby again: Yer right.
Spider-pie picture is actually (aghast!)
Mr. & Mrs. Spiderpie.
Colby, this site is rated GP so watch what you say.

5. To Manchester (from Manchester):
I am a male pinoy hound.
I am a mongrel but keeper tells me
dogs were actually crossbreeds
of something fierce and DANGEROUS
like a fox or the ancient dinosaurs.
I am positive we came from dinosaurs.

6. To Erky from Manila:
No, I am not a Fulgoso-wannabe.
And again, I have no intention
to rule and save the world again.
I did that once and that's it.
Closure.

7. To Mrs. Roberts from Canada:
Je sais, je sais. I know, I know. . .
Keeper is right. I am pretty OA.
Keeper was gone for only five hours
but you see, five hours feels like
five years when you don't have
Thy Keeper.

And to my newfound friends and fans at DWBs
keep rockin' and droolin' everybody!

A Chair is still a Chair

2007-08-29T14:07:00.000-07:00

. . . even when there's no one sitting there . . .

but a chair is not a house . . .

. . . and a house is not a home . . .

when there's no one there
. . . to hold you tight . . .

. . . and no one there
you can kiss goodnight . . .

Home At Last!

2007-08-28T19:15:00.000-07:00

The momentous event!
At last, keeper's back!

Suddenly, the dark world is all bright!
The stars appear shiny and bright
Oh, never mind the eclipse and red moon . . .

My keeper's back!

You know your sense of drama
is truly astounding, Sweepy!
My mobile phone kept ringing
with people all over the world
worried about the houndsinheaven
feeling abandoned in heaven!

But I do feel lost, keeper!
And hungry!
Hey, aren't we, guys?
Hey, houndsinheaven?
Er, ok, I'm glad you're back, keeper!

And I'm glad you're glad.
It makes coming home
so much sweeter . . .

The Waiting Game

2007-08-27T21:13:00.000-07:00

Oh, where,
oh where is my keeper?

. . as I wait by the gate at day's end . . .

. . .as the day turns to night . . .

. . as we hold on to each other . . .

we will just wait . . .

. . . for soon, she will be home . . .

Zzzzz-sure2

2007-08-27T13:37:00.000-07:00

Hello, houndsinheaven!
Is the keeper in yet?

Ah, ok.
I'll be back . . .

After two hours:
Hi, guys, is the keeper in yet?

Alright, alright! I'll be back . . .

After two hours:
Hi - er, knock, knock!

Hmmm, I guess the keeper is not in yet.

Zzzzzz -sure

2007-08-26T13:51:00.000-07:00

It's a slooooooooooow week!
Floods = traffic.
Read: Keeper is coming home late!

Rain + sunny hot = drowsy pets.
Read: Sleep it off!

Well, animals are flexible creatures.
We don't waste time mulling our fate
(well, except for some, like me)
and when things don't turn out
much like a regular schedule
we start locating our nooks
and hie off to dreamland.

Keeper said the SLEX
(SLEX is supposed to be a highway
but now it's just a tollway and now
it's just bedlam with a capital B)
is undergoing rehab work and
connecting skyways is not easy work
so the usual one-hour trip
becomes a two/three hours trip!

I blinked and held my drool.
Er, keeper, what does that mean?
We have to forget romp time,
eating early and grooming before sleep?

It means that if I'm not home early
I'm stuck in traffic but I'm coming home.
No need to look like abandoned pets.
And no, you can still eat early
and have your furs brush till shiny
because your other keeper is home.
And yes, when I get home
I'll find time to play with everyone.
Fair deal?

Aw shucks, keeper. What a relief!

Keeper moaned that because of the traffic
most of the air-conditioned buses
now show two movies one at a time
so people will not notice the slow trip.

Keeper uses the time to take a nap
text people, read a book, do sudoku
and if only space will allow it
she wanted to do yoga right there
but she can't unless she wants to inhale
all the tired, stressed energies around.

Oh-ghost month blues.
There's almost a few days left
and I'll find something exciting to do
than sleep like the rest of the
houndsinheaven . . .

PinkCatTale

2007-08-23T11:24:00.000-07:00

Once upon a Time

There lived a Cat
He was kindda unusual
for his furs are all Pink!

And because he is pink
he's kindda embarassed to go out
so he just takes a peek
from the open doorway
of their pink house. . .

Too shy and silly to go out
he just naps by the window
still hiding behind a hat
that is pink colored with pink dots

he thinks by doing so
no one will notice him . . .

He also naps in the big pink chair
because for sure
no one will notice him . . .

He loves to play under the pink lamp
because the light makes him warm

and again because he thinks
no one will notice him there.

But somebody did.
A strange blue cat
wandered inside the pink house
and asked pink cat
why he is hiding?

Pink cat says he is afraid
and shy because he is pink.

Blue cat says, "So what?"

Blue cat does not feel embarrassed
with her yucky blue fur.
Blue cat believes her blue fur
is cool and unique in all the world.

Pink cat agrees.
Blue cat does look cool.

So pink cat went with blue cat
to check the world outside . . .

It was awesome to finally go out
and be part of the colorful world

a story and illustration for Sweepy
from the houndsinheaven studio