"Quality" time with mom

The other day, Danny was driving mom insane. For some reason, he was extra, extra hyper. Mom was trying to work on the computer and he was dashing about, chewing on things and leaving half-eaten bits of tissue all over the place.

She decided to tie him up until he calmed down a bit. Can someone say "Bad idea"? Danny launched into a series of high pitched yelps punctuated by the occasional howl.

Mom got so upset she started howling back. It didn't work. If anything, he squealed even louder. I think Danny was just glad to have a partner.

Mom was determined to sap his energy. She put on her running shoes and set off on a brisk walk all around the estate. She and Danny went up-slope, down-slope and round the park for a good half hour before mom decided Danny looked sufficiently de-energised.

The moment they entered the porch, Danny stopped in his tracks and started to arch. Thinking he was about to poop, she quickly shoved some newspaper beneath his bum. It came out the other end instead.

Danny spent the rest of the evening with his belly flat on the floor. He didn't even get up when I reached home.

After he gobbled up all his dinner though, he was back to normal.

Parties = Happy Dog

Some time in June, we had Ka Lic's birthday bash at my place. There was loads of food from Pizza Hut and KFC. Ka Lic, you see, is this huge KFC nut.

Just about the whole gang turned up....

Louis and Shine made a special appearance...

...Even Angie joined us via Skype from New York... and we were showing her what she was missing. Mean, no? :D

While Isaac was hard at work ...

...the birthday boy was guarding his cake.

Danny, of course, was one happy dog. You could see it on his face "So many people, so little time!" He was still teething at the time and just about everyone got a mouthful from him...including poor Louis. Yunita was carrying him at the time and Danny jumped up and nipped his dangling feet.

He doesn't even spare toddlers.

Danny acting nice to Isaac.

Cozying up to Fran and David.

"Finally! Don't think anyone's looking...maybe just one nibble...."

The highlight of Danny's evening was his very first taste of KFC. He hauled a couple of eaten wings out of the trash and knawed on the wing tips. I had to pry open his mouth to get them out.

Looks like KFC could have their very first spokesdog.

I'm getting exercised

The best part about having hyper-active Danny around is the amount of exercise my jelly-like muscles are getting.

Yesterday, Danny was tethered to the railing near the kitchen when everyone went off one-by-one. Instead of squeaking like he normally does, he propped himself up on his hindlegs and unhooked himself.

Then, knowing all the humans go upstairs to roost, he trotted up and started sniffing at the gap below the room door.

He was estatic when I opened the door...hubby was not quite so happy and promptly brought him down.

To keep him quiet and busy, I figured I should attempt wearing him out. Sensing this, Danny decided on Catch. For some reason, he insisted on running around and around the dining table with me chasing him. It was making me dizzy.

So, I decided on a more dignified approach. He likes to follow people, so I headed down the stairs to the basement and he sped past me. By the time I reached the bottom, he was waiting for me. I immediately made an about-turn and headed back up.

I did about 10 over sets of up and down before he conked out on the floor, panting away and refusing to budge.

I was quite pleased with my efforts. However, in about 10 minutes, he was up and ready to have another go.

I, on the other hand, ended the evening with a cramp in my butt.

Thanks to Danny, in another month or so I should be the proud owner of a nicely toned tush.