The Devil Incarnate

There's a good reason why I haven't been blogging about Danny recently. I can sum it up in one word - pissed.

In the last few weeks he's been going out of his way to annoy the whole family. Almost everyday, I've been returning home to a tirade of all the rubbish he's been up to. It seems that after the last few months of being relatively good, he's gotten tired of his halo and now the tail and pitchfork are back.

He's favourite hobby, it seems, is grabbing a cushion and making off with it, forcing mom to chase after him. Of course mom is 70 years old and isn't quite up to dashing around furniture and crawling under tables. Often, she ends up grabbing the nearest item and hurling it at him.

I must say, at 70, she's dead accurate.

Hobby no. 2 is yelping at the top of his voice for whatever he wants. Example, he started this morning at about 11. Taking trainer no.1's advice, we are ignoring him. It is now 3 in the afternoon and my nerves are shot.

And of course, the moment he misbehaves, he becomes "my dog".

Anyhow, I think "my dog" signed his own death warrant yesterday. He grabbed a small pillow and ripped it to shreads. All the stuffing flew all over the place. After we cleaned it up, mom announced that her friend claims to be great at training dogs and has kindly offered to take him in for two weeks.

Nothing's confirmed, but if he doesn't get his act together, Danny may soon be off to boarding school.

I think I feel sorrier for the trainer.

Schnoodles

Just for the heck of it, I googled "schnoodle". Guess what? It really IS a designer dog breed out there! And here I was thinking that no one in their right minds would actually call their dog a schnoodle.

(Okay, fine. I did in my previous post but that just demonstrates my mental state.)

Anywayz, here are some real-life schnoodles.

So cute, can??? I love the middle one!

After comparing them with Danny, I realised that mom and Lance were right. Danny resembles a terrier more than a poodle.

So, ladies and gentlemen, allow me to reintroduce Danny the Schnerrier. Now that is one breed that does not exist (at least on google)!

Note to self: Get camera back from Dad and take more pics of Danny.

Designer Dog

The other day, hubby and I went to have lunch at Greenwood Ave in Bukit Timah, where we chanced upon a pet shop that was advertising a Cavoodle puppy. I'm still pretty new to this whole designer dog thing, and up till that point, I had never heard of a Cavoodle.

Appearantly neither did the lady inside inquiring about the pup. She kept calling it a "Cavadoodle". Anyway, it's a mix between a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel and a Poodle and this is roughly how it looked like.

Cute, yes? It was the sweetest thing too and I overheard the sales assistant say that two people had already booked the dog. It doesn't take a genius to figure it probably cost a small fortune. Not that it matters to us. Because, by now, we've figured that even the sweetest dog will get corrupted by the grey, furry ball of bad influence we have at home.

As snazzy as "designer dog" sounds, it bottom line is that Cavoodles, Spoodles, Labrodoodles, etc., are all basically mixed breeds. As a result, they come in all colours, shapes and sizes, depending on how which breed features more dominantly.

These are just some other versions of the Cavoodle I found online.

It just seems that as long as your mongrel dog looks reasonably cute, all you have to do is stick a fancy name on and suddenly he gets pedigree status.

That got me thinking. Almost everyone I've met thinks Danny is mixed. His face is too round, he is too big and his legs are too long for a mini Schnauzer. Even Danny's trainer once said that he seems be mixed.

So, I think from now on, I'm going to pimp his status. Allow me to introduce the latest in designer dogs, Danny the Schnoodle.