2007-12-06
Marmite the dog and Frozen the fishcake
I'm going to walk Mr Woolhead's dog again tomorrow, yay! :) His name is Marmite, they think there's some Rottweiler in him because of his colouring, he is afraid of Indian men on bicycles and black plastic bags that rustle in the wind, and he is a big baby, hahaha. So cute! X)
I first walked him last week with Kester and Mr Woolhead, and ok I admit I was worried I wouldn't be able to handle the dog since Mr Woolhead told us before that Marmite's a really big dog. Apparently if he stands up on his two hind legs, he could possibly be taller than me =_= So I was like, "Aah, great..." But I live like, a 10-minute walk away from Mr Woolhead's house, and I'll be in Singapore the whole holiday (hoo-ray T_T), so I honestly didn't mind helping him dogsit while his family goes overseas. And yeah, I know, I'm a cat person, but I can live with dogs too. When we went over to Mr Woolhead's last Friday to let the dog get used to us, I had a minor anxiety attack when I rang the doorbell. Past trauma. First time I went to Rachel's house, I rang the doorbell at the gate and suddenly this BIG ASS GERMAN SHEPHERD starts barking and bounding up to the gate like the Hound of the Baskervilles. I was so traumatised o_o But now I am used to Andie coming up to me and sniffing my butt and poking around my stuff whenever I go over. And God bless her, she is old and dying, though I still think she was an incredibly smelly dog. I still remember Rachel's quote about the flies orbiting around Andie's head, hahaha. Erh, anyway, where was I. Oh yeah, ringing the doorbell. After a few seconds, I didn't hear any mad barking so I thought, "Ok, phew, maybe this dog is like the stoner, Type B personality kind." And then the barking started, and I was like o_O Stupid Kester, laugh at me. Laugh at me some more lah, I get the dog to bite you then you know T_T Which is what it very nearly did, it kept trying to eat his hand cos he had Carl's Jr for lunch before that, so I guess his hand smelled edible, hahaha. I think I would die laughing if Marmite really ate him. Ah well, anyway, we took him for a long long walk and I discovered new places I didn't even know existed and I think I got a bit of rope burn from trying to haul Marmite away from sniffing trees all the time. Oh, and I learnt how to pick up his poop with a plastic baggie. Yay o_o
I got a call from Mr Woolhead's wife this morning asking if I wanted to walk him again to get more used to him and I was like YEAH!! cos I actually did miss Marmite, haha. I still think the whole scared-of-Indian-men-on-bicycles thing is hilarious XD (Clari, the dog isn't racist. The Indian Guy On The Bike was scared of him too. If Marmite is racist, the Indian Guy On The Bike is speciesist.) Then she told me that she brought Marmite to some canine campus at Turf City where dogs can socialise and stuff, and before you join they have to assess your dog and the people there said that Marmite's actually a very clever dog. I'm so proud, haha, I was beaming away on the phone :D It's his sort-of birthday on the 9th of December so I shall go shopping for a doggie birthday present and give it to him the next time I go over to walk him. I'm officially dogsitting him from the 15th to the 27th, so I'll be going down every day after lunch to take him on a long walk around the area and play with him so that he doesn't die of boredom. If anyone's free and would like to walk Marmite with me, you're welcome to! If you're the lazy sort, don't worry, I'm doing all the dog-walking. Kester went last week to help me in case Marmite decided to run after something and I went flying. Erh, it's a pretty real possibility because Marmite IS quite a big dog and yeah FINE, I am quite a small human. RELATIVELY SPEAKING. In terms of brute strength, I can haul him on the leash okay. But if he suddenly decides to tear after some random squirrely thing while I'm walking him, I might get dragged quite a few feet before I manage to dig my heels into the ground successfully o_o ... Ah well. My life needs some excitement anyway.
I went out with Debs after her SATs paper last Saturday, hahaha. We ended up savaging our lunch from Subway, looking at books, and then hunting for gravy for Debs's Thanksgiving dinner. While in the supermarket, we passed the frozen food section and I picked up a long frozen chunk of Japanese fishcake (you know, the weirdly shaped ones cut to look like those comic book KABOOM! sound effect bubbles with the bright pink spiral in the middle) and clonked myself on the head just to see how hard frozen fishcake was. ... It was. Verily so. I think if you took a whack at someone's head with it, you could concuss them. Debs laughed at me for being insane enough to whack myself on the head with a stick of frozen fishcake so I was like, "Yeah? Well YOU try then, it's really that hard!" and then I clonked her on the head with it. The following conversation went something like this:
Debs: ... Ok, o-w.
Me: I TOLD you.
Debs: I don't know what was dumber, you hitting yourself on the head with the fishcake-
Me: Or actually letting me hit YOU on the head with the fishcake.
Debs: Yeah.
Hahaha, frozen fishcake wars. Best... Anyway, congrats to Debs for finishing her A Levels AND her SATs! Do NOT rub it in or I really will come after you with the frozen fishcake.
feimao at 9:40 p.m.