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Showing posts with label stinky. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stinky. Show all posts

Friday, December 12, 2008

Me Stinky??

My big brother, Cocoa realized that he had committed social suicide himself after his last blog entry. Now the whole world knows his stinky habit of rolling in poop, and his heavenly spa-like experience with poop and fish oil treatment on his coat.

Mum is sure glad that I don't find rolling in poop a pleasure though. But like our good friend Bee Bee had commented, at least I know Cocoa loves me as a little brother (he refuses to admit it), because he loves stinky stuffs, and he calls me stinky Barley. Hehee!

Hmm... so who's the REAL stinky one now?
:-P


I am stinky NOT!!


Thursday, December 11, 2008

Grandpa's Blunder - Fishy Dog

When I was younger (before stinky Barley appeared in this household), grandpa used to come over and bring me out for walks in the late afternoon. One day during one of our walks, I went to roll in some dog's poop. Grandpa was of course grossed out with my whole head and ears stained with dog's poop (I was rather pleased though), and immediately dragged me home for a shower.

As grandpa can't read English and didn't have his old glasses with him, he couldn't figure out which shampoo was for dogs. And there wasn't anybody at home as the hoomans were all at work. He searched high and low and finally found a bottle that looked somewhat like a dog's shampoo.. or so he thought. So he proceeded to shower me with this 'dog shampoo'. He thought this 'shampoo' smelt kind of weird, doesn't lather at all, and too oily. Grandpa then thought it must be some kind of 'dog conditioner' or something and continued to rinse me without realizing that he had been showering me with....



Yes. He thought Lipiderm was a dog shampoo because the bottle looked like a shampoo bottle and with a picture of a dog in front, it can't be wrong! But he was wrong! Lipiderm is a fish oil supplement which I used to take when I was younger!

Grandpa then left the house, leaving a very greasy me in the house. When mum returned from work, she was appalled by an overwhelming stench of what smelt like rotten fish the moment she stepped into the house. Remember I had dog's poop on my head and ears? Yeah, so the smell was like poop and fish all rolled in one. She was then greeted by a very wet, greasy, stinky dog, who was at the same time trying to walk on all fours without slipping (the floor was greasy too!). She almost threw up when she kneel down to smell my head and ears.

Mum then called up grandpa and realized what had happened. Without further delay, she dragged me to the bathroom again to shower me. I was so oily that mum had to shower me THREE times before I am squeaky clean again. And next she confined me in the bathroom while she mopped the whole house FOUR times as the floor was too greasy. After all that clean up, mum nearly died from exhaustion. Ever since then, mum will paste a label with the chinese word 'dog' on our shampoo bottles.. just to be sure nothing similar happens again.

To tell you the truth, that rotten fish smell was really heavenly! It could possibly be better, or if not the next best thing to getting skunked (we don't have skunks over here so I'm not sure what it smells like)! Rolling in poop is nothing, but can you imagine having poop and oil treatment on your coat all at the same time?? It's truly an experience of a lifetime!! WOO!!


Ohhhh I found dog's poop!!


Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Why Stinky?

Some of my furiends have asked me why I keep calling my dear brother Stinky Barley. Well here's why:

  • He was stinky, dirty and smelt like a sewer when mum rescued and brought him home. Yucks.
  • He eats and drinks sloppily, making a mess everywhere. Yucks.
  • He drools ALOT. Yucks.

That's not all. In fact I am often a 'victim' of his drool. See for yourself:





Actually he isn't stinky these days but somehow I just got very used to calling him stinky Barley since day one. You know first impression always counts right? It's the same as saying smart Cocoa, cutie Cocoa or handsome Cocoa etc, get it?

Mum: OH GIMME A BREAK!!

Okayyyy.. mum's watching. I'll write something nice. Oh yeah, Barley is indeed a good brother because he comes to my 'rescue' whenever some other dogs we meet in the park tries to hump/bully me. He comes running over and places his big stinky paw on the other dog's back telling him to back off. Cool eh?

(But what he didn't know is that I don't really mind other dogs humping me because I would be too busy sniffing another dog's butt or the grass, or I just simply wouldn't care anyway.)

So as the famous song goes "He ain't heavy, he's my brother", my version would either be:

"He ain't stinky, he's my brother
" or
"He IS heavy, he's my brother. But it's OK."

Now how does that sound?? *Sincere grin*