The Early Worm Gets Eaten By The Bird

As expected, having a new puppy in the house has made me change my daily routine. My day now starts 2-3 hours earlier than it used to.

My schedule before Bugsy went like this:
08:00am - Wake up and lounge around
08:30am - Eat breakfast
09:00am - Get sucked into the vortex that is the Internet
10:30am - Get ready for work
11:00am-8:00pm - Work
09:00pm - Eat dinner
10:00pm - Get sucked into the vortex that is the Internet

These days, because Bugsy the pup wakes up at about five in the morning, he needs to be let out to do his poopie puppy business by 6am. Yes, 6 frickin' am. (Dear Reader, I haven't been up that early since that one semester in college when I had a 7am class. And that was seven years ago.)

My schedule now:
06:00am - Wake up and bring Bugsy out to do his morning business
06:30am - Give Bugsy breakfast/Eat breakfast
07:30am - Play with Bugsy/Bugsy's towel bath
08:30am - Get ready for work
09:30am-07:00pm - Work
08:00pm - Give Bugsy dinner/Eat dinner
09:00pm - Bring Bugsy out to do his evening business
09:30pm - Play with Bugsy/Bugsy's towel bath
10:00pm - Get sucked into the vortex that is the Internet

The first couple of times, I tried to sleep in for another hour to see if he could hold it in just a tiny bit longer. Having a bladder that is possibly smaller than my pinky finger, the little pup couldn't. Bugsy had a 'nice' little accident on the floor right by the entrance to my room.

Since then, I've forced myself to get up and bring him out right when I wake up. Surprisingly, the earlier schedule isn't as bad as I initially thought it was. I've gotten used to the earlier schedule and I'm starting to like getting things done earlier than usual. Although this lively little ball of fur wakes me up at ungodly hours of the morning and keeps me up late at night, I still think he's nothing short of adorable. <3

Bugsy at 11 weeks

Puppy Love

Just last week, a nine-week old baby Shih Tzu doggie became the cutest member of my household. On his first day in his new home, the puppy was timid, shy, and overly scared of loud noises- he cried out and hid in shadowy corners when he heard a louder-than-your-normal-speaking-voice noise.

Shy little puppy

By nighttime, he was less scared and started to sniff around and play with Moo, his stuffed cow. The little bugger kept me up all night by trying to jump on the bed, whining for attention, and having little puppy accidents all over the place.

"I win this round, Mr. Moo!" -baby Bugsy

I wanted to call him Teddy the first night because he looked like a cute little teddy bear when he was sitting down. But on his second day, he overcame his shyness and became the little rascal that he truly is. By morning he was running around his play area, gobbling up his food down to the last kibble, enjoying getting his tummy rubbed (I found his ticklish spot!), and playfully nipping toes (I'm still trying to make him learn that this particular game isn't cute).

Bugsy likes his new name

Since then, the little bugger has been christened with the (fitting) name Bugsy- a name he seems to like as well. The second night was much better for little Bugsy and me. Although he had a couple of weewee accidents, they were understandable because he's only nine weeks old (puppies of that age can only hold their pee in for about 2 hours or so) and had just spent two days in his new home. What's amazing was that he slept through the night and pooped outside the following morning.

Bugsy is a curious little doggie

Now, he's like an energetic two-year-old human baby. He's teething (he has only eight teeth) and likes chewing on toy bones and his teether toys (although his favorite "toy" to massage his gums with are my favorite pink slippers -_-). He's also currently practicing to pounce, leaping as high as he can to land on top of his chosen toy (usually Moo, the stuffed cow).

No more weewee accidonts by the third night!

Three days in, he has learned to pee on his doggie pad (which is actually an adult diaper pad) and has almost learned that pooping should be done outside and outside only. He just had one poopy-related accident since the first night (this is a feat because the pup poops six times a day)!

Bugsy, I wish you had met Brandy

We're going to see the vet this weekend for Bugsy's third round of vaccines and I hope things go well. I get worried because I've been researching pet care online and have read too many horror stories of little puppies getting very sick and not making it (the Internet is evil for things like this). In the meantime, Bugsy is a bouncing ball of furry fluff that has taken possession of my heart (and my favorite pink slippers -_-). <3

The Story of Bo

Hi, my name is Bo and I'm a stray.

To make it through the day, I beg for scraps from strangers and some of them take pity on me. I get a lot of hard stares and angry shouts for doing this, people usually shoo me away when they see me coming, the mean ones kick me or throw small objects at me so I get scared and scramble out of the way. Sometimes I have to sleep without eating for an entire day, but that's okay. Someone would eventually throw food at me or I can always rummage for leftovers in the trash bins.

I don't have place to stay. Every night, I find a safe and warm spot for me to sleep in. I have to find a spot hidden enough so I wouldn't be seen by those mean kids, not again. Not after the last time when they put me inside a sack, tied it and threw it in a dumpster. Good thing I was able to chew my way out, I ran away as fast as my little paws would carry me. It turned out okay because I was led to a much nicer neighborhood after it.

I don't have a human to call my own. Sometimes, I meet nice people who give me some food and water and play with me for a little while. I wag my tail at them, hoping that maybe one of them would like me enough to bring me home and I can stop being wary of the things around me, it gets scary sometimes.

Oh, I'd be so happy when that happens! I'd play with my human all day and I'll walk beside him everywhere he goes! I'd lick his face joyfully and wag my tail as hard as I can every time he comes home. It sounds fun! He would scratch my ears, rub my belly, and laugh whenever I get wriggly and excited! And at night, I'd cuddle up to him, I bet it'd be all warm and cozy.

No, it hasn't happened yet, but maybe one day, someday it will.