Superdog

I can fly! I'm Superdog!

If I could, I would.

I'll rescue those fellas before they become roadkill.

I'll burn hideous clothes that were never meant to be worn by real dogs.

I'll pay dogeaters a visit and become their worst nightmare.

I'll unlock the cages of the good and set them free.

Violators and criminals of the doggie-kingdom, beware.

Repeat after me:

We are not roadkills.

We are not clowns.

We are not pulutan.

We are not prisoners.

--Superdog

Tabletop

I'm allowed to stay on the table!

Beaches and Bitches

Beach and bitches, two of my favorite things. Sorry for the language young kids, turning 18 in human years has its perks! Hehehe.

Mum and Dad brought me to the beach this weekend, met new friends:
Fluffy -- jack russel who taught I was a girl! Grrr.
Zion -- beach labrador who was so cool about hanging out.
Bizu -- she was a big, but pretty, chic (golden retriever)! Too bad she was too jumbo for me.

It was a cool weekend! We hung out at yummy Chateu Hestia friday night, then headed to Calatagan. Mum and dad really liked the rustic beach place owned by a friend. The next day, we swam at the neighbor's infinity pool! Then Dad made awesome chicken bbq, YUMMMM! Sunday, we headed to Nasugbu to check out Tali and to visit some friends at Punta Fuego. I was getting used to stylin' when we had wine and cheese on the Tiburon yacht, but it was getting late so we had to head home.

They allow dogs in Rockwell

I'm allowed in Rockwell! I can even go supermarket shopping. Too bad Mum and Dad didn't allow me to go through their groceries. I spotted this puppy chic but too much goodies in the market basket, couldn't concentrate.