<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373</id><updated>2011-09-28T13:14:40.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MONTE, the Mighty Mouse</title><subtitle type='html'>Monte, the Pomeranian</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-7209374062221830385</id><published>2011-08-20T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T23:05:50.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mummy!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday, mummy! Today is my mum's birthday and we had a fun time together walking around the lake together. However, my poor wife, Sooty had a seizure and thus, we had to stop and have a rest for her. Jimi comforted her and held her in his arms. She loves the comfort.... However, we all got so tired that dad had to run ahead to bring the car around to pick us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy was very fortunate. She got 2 cakes for her birthday. One was made by Opa and one was from the cheesecake shop. Yummy!!! Opa's one is the banana one and bananas are $15 a kg nowadays so Opa has been amazing. He sure dotes on my mum. The one is a chocolate and strawberry sponge which was very delicious too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what else mum has got plans later.... Can I come too, mummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-7209374062221830385?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/7209374062221830385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-birthday-mummy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/7209374062221830385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/7209374062221830385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-birthday-mummy.html' title='Happy Birthday Mummy!'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-2800221218040175569</id><published>2011-03-23T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T03:49:18.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Special Boy- Sebastian!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kBSxebnU9hU/TYnJqjD0kDI/AAAAAAAAARk/J8NY5-zu2ek/s1600/Sebas3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587218545532768306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kBSxebnU9hU/TYnJqjD0kDI/AAAAAAAAARk/J8NY5-zu2ek/s320/Sebas3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MeBAcT0qyc4/TYnIxAHH8EI/AAAAAAAAARc/hKwp0zulXkc/s1600/Sebas2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587217556898836546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MeBAcT0qyc4/TYnIxAHH8EI/AAAAAAAAARc/hKwp0zulXkc/s320/Sebas2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ODcMtz6XqEI/TYnIw7vTg1I/AAAAAAAAARU/1e6SFl-CdLw/s1600/Sebas%2B1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587217555725189970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ODcMtz6XqEI/TYnIw7vTg1I/AAAAAAAAARU/1e6SFl-CdLw/s320/Sebas%2B1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has been an everchanging experience. I finally found my "little boy" Sebastian after a long tedious search. Doesn't he resembles me? Actually he's not my real baby boy but I am so so in love with him. However, his mum did really had to look real hard in order to find him. He's the most gorgeous little man I have ever met. Enough about beating around the bush. He's a little sable boy belonging to mum's friend, Hayley (who by the way is a lovely gal that I gave kisses to when I first met her).... Keke....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebastian is such a cute little boy that when I first met him, I was fascinated. He was so tiny that I literally walked over him. Every single step he took, I was right on top of him. I can't leave him alone. It was definetly love at first sight and I adopted him as mine right from the start. He's my little boy boy.... my little Sebas! I am very protective of him (just like I am with all my other kids). I won't even let his own mum near him. Lol.... mum was a bit mad about my possessiveness that I had to have time out a few times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since then, we've had a couple of play dates and I am still so in love with him. I hope Sebastian will continue to always be my baby boy and we will develop a bond that is unbreakable. A Father and Son bond! Love you always, Sebastian!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-2800221218040175569?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/2800221218040175569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-special-boy-sebastian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/2800221218040175569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/2800221218040175569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-special-boy-sebastian.html' title='My Special Boy- Sebastian!'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kBSxebnU9hU/TYnJqjD0kDI/AAAAAAAAARk/J8NY5-zu2ek/s72-c/Sebas3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-958991631632699381</id><published>2011-01-01T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T02:55:29.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year my friends! Hope the new year brings lots of amazing happiness, success, good health and good news to everyone. How did you all celebrated the countdown of the New Year? Did any exciting news happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Uncle Tony's house for a bbq and we had to wait for mum to come home from work first. We all got impatient with the wait. Dad packed up the supplies and was all ready to go so when mum came home, all she had to do was to make her potato salad. Whilst waiting for her to do so, dad got on with household chores. Finally, mum is ready and off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Uncle Tony's, Molly (Uncle Tony's Kelpie) and Gypsie (a miniature fox terrier) greeted us with enthusiasm. Everyone came running towards us and being a shy and  scared boy, I was overwhelmed. The kids had the sprinklers on in the yard as it was a hot day and they kept taking in turns to drench me and the gals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a nice BBQ dinner, the adults sat around chatting while the kids played hide and seek. Soon, the final countdown is round the corner. Jimi reminded dad and mum about the 'incident' last new year eve. I pretended to be asleep on mum's lap and when the clock struck 12, I surprised everyone by jumping up and giving mum her first kiss. Dad was leaning over at that moment and I won by a split second. I was so proud of myself.   The surprise act took everyone by surprise and caused a big uproar. With that as a reminder, Jimi was determined to keep me away from mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I must have a strong inkling about what was going on. While everyone is counting down, I started squirming and struggling trying to get away from Jimi to come to mum but he held me very tightly. At the stroke of midnight, dad leaned in for his kiss and I was shat off. I couldn't believe my eyes. Dad stole my first kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That upset me so much that I am determined to show mum and dad how disappointed I am of them. When they came over to kiss me, I let it known that I am upset. I kept turning away from them and rejecting their kisses. Haha... I thought I was the winner of this but mum soon gave up. She sat down and Gypsie jumped onto her lap. That alarmed me. This is not what I want! I want my mummy! I decided to give in and went to mummy. All is forgiven. I love you, mummy. Please don't cuddle someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The late night and activity took a great toll on me. I was very exhausted so when we got home at around 1.30am, I went straight to bed and didn't get out till 11am. Everyone says I was a lazy boy boy but what's life going to be without lots of rest and relaxation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 2011 be a wonderful new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-958991631632699381?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/958991631632699381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/958991631632699381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/958991631632699381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-215862404233307329</id><published>2010-12-28T13:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T13:44:26.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson Learnt (Till Next Time)</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;How was your Christmas? Did you all had a good time? Christmas started off as an amazing day. Woke up with 6 others in bed. We had Melissa's babies over for a stay over and spent Christmas Eve racing around the house before collasping in a heap of exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santas was generous to all of us. When we woke up, we each had 3 gifts waiting under the tree. Poppy and Sammy had a gift each too. We eagerly tore into our presents and I received a new girlfriend, a large greenie and a raw hide gift parcel. Everyone else got a large greenie too. Sooty and I immediately tuck into our greenies and was having so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However Kali, Poppy and Sammy seems to hesitate with their greenies. Sammy and Kali started on theirs... but Poppy wasn't interested. What a Princess! Upon finishing mine, I started eyeing the others. Kali and Sammy gave up on theirs as it's too big. With mum and dad being distracted, I took the opportunity and grabbed everyone's greenies. Within a few minutes, I polished off all the other 3 greenies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecstatic wasn't even the best word to describe my emotions at that moment. Finishing all 4 greenies brought me to heaven! However the price that I had to pay afterwards was DEAR. Within a few hours, my tummy started rumbling and I started having stomach upsets. I rushed to the backyard. Everytime I came back in, mummy had to give me a bath. On Christmas Day itself, I had to be washed 4 times and spent my night out in the yard. This is the worse feeling ever. Being away from mum and dad and the comfy bed is a torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This continued for a couple of days. I suffered from stomach upset for the next couple of days and mum hardened her heart and not feed me. She told me it's for my own good but I certainly don't feel that way. I had continuous baths for the next couple of days and just the thought of having a bath (I normally love having one) made me shiver in fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally on the 27th of Dec, my tummy started to cease giving me so much trouble and I was able to rejoin mum and dad in bed.  However, my poor butt is hurting so much that I couldn't even sit on the floor. Dad reminded me that is the consequences of being greedy and everyone hoped that I have learnt a lesson. Me? I think I have learnt my lesson (until next time when greenies are up on offer). Well, Leopard doesn't change its spots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-215862404233307329?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/215862404233307329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2010/12/lesson-learnt-till-next-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/215862404233307329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/215862404233307329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2010/12/lesson-learnt-till-next-time.html' title='Lesson Learnt (Till Next Time)'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-1948536616345911215</id><published>2010-12-09T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T01:43:59.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends!</title><content type='html'>What will the world be like without friends? I am so honoured to have met 2 gorgeous papillions who lives around the corner from us and we've now become firm friends. Let me introduce you to them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Samson (the tri- coloured papillion on the left) &amp;amp; Poppy (tan and white papillion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/TQHMd8pLokI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4alO4UcQXyU/s1600/Samsons%2Barrival%2BMay%2B2010%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548941030764290626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/TQHMd8pLokI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4alO4UcQXyU/s320/Samsons%2Barrival%2BMay%2B2010%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cutie Samson when he was younger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/TQHMdmM2saI/AAAAAAAAAQY/1ZSrJ1IYZdE/s1600/Samsons%2Barrival%2BMay%2B2010%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548941024739897762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/TQHMdmM2saI/AAAAAAAAAQY/1ZSrJ1IYZdE/s320/Samsons%2Barrival%2BMay%2B2010%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;The Duo Chilling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/TQHMdIiehlI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_pjAtraT4zQ/s1600/Poppy%2B%2526%2BSammy%2B2010%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548941016777524818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/TQHMdIiehlI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/_pjAtraT4zQ/s320/Poppy%2B%2526%2BSammy%2B2010%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poppy with her teddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/TQHMckf_2fI/AAAAAAAAAQI/SBnKDaLLiq8/s1600/110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548941007103449586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/TQHMckf_2fI/AAAAAAAAAQI/SBnKDaLLiq8/s320/110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Poppy with her Precious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/TQHMcaWyShI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Av6ImO0Lj-s/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548941004380457490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/TQHMcaWyShI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Av6ImO0Lj-s/s320/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our play sessions has been generally going to Poppy and Sammy's house or coming over to ours. Then we race around like crazy and usually that makes me tired the most. I am ashamed to admit I am the most unfit one amongst us 5. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our latest adventure includes going around the block and there was a cute fox terrier that we met at the milkbar. His name is 'Monkey' and he's a year old. He was a cutie pie and he followed us all the way home.  All the six of us have an adventurous walk. What a sight! We hope he finds his owner soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I better get back to my girlfriend now. Talk soon, friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-1948536616345911215?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/1948536616345911215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2010/12/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/1948536616345911215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/1948536616345911215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2010/12/friends.html' title='Friends!'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/TQHMd8pLokI/AAAAAAAAAQg/4alO4UcQXyU/s72-c/Samsons%2Barrival%2BMay%2B2010%2B020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-5415586917957810479</id><published>2010-11-15T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T04:30:17.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You!</title><content type='html'>Inspiration is coursing through my vein at this moment and my excitement is contagious. Mum was trying to show a friend my blog so she can see pictures of my babies so that was how she chanced upon my long forgotten blog. The encounter was an enriching one. There have been many comments posted about my blog and they were all very positive comments. Thank you to all my friends for taking the time to read my blog and for all your beautiful encouragement. This has inspired me to blog more frequently. Please stay tune to find about more about the life in a pomeranian....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-5415586917957810479?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/5415586917957810479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2010/11/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/5415586917957810479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/5415586917957810479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2010/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank You!'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-4562310982498400308</id><published>2010-07-26T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T03:49:23.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In loving memory of Sandy (Scoffy)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/TE1nmM7VILI/AAAAAAAAAPo/zh2YTkQuKMk/s1600/DSCN1211.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/TE1mVq0QBiI/AAAAAAAAAPg/_anAx0gJ6oU/s1600/DSCN1195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498163242545972770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/TE1mVq0QBiI/AAAAAAAAAPg/_anAx0gJ6oU/s320/DSCN1195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the first year milestone of the puppies and today marks the day whereby I've been a dad for a year. We decided to contact all their new families to wish my little ones Happy Birthday but I received a devastating news instead. My gorgeous first born, brown little Scoffy who was renamed Sandy has left us. Just before Christmas, Sandy was just having a toilet break in her backyard when two mastiffs broke into her yard and killed her. It was such a horrible and devastating news. They punctured her lungs and she didn't make it. She was only 5 months old at that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When dad got off the phone with Richard (Sandy's owner), he told mum the news and the both of them started crying. Memories of little Sandy flooded the room and they were so precious.... so precious that we just can't seems to hold onto long enough. Sandy was the first born and she's born at exactly the same time now (while I am writing this blog). She's the fiesty little girl whom daddy had to cut open her sac as Sooty was unsure of what to do. Sandy gave mum and dad a bit of a scare because nobody really knew what they were doing. After that, she grew up to be a stunning little girl who knows no limits and boundaries. She's definetly the alpha of the litter. Thank you for enlightening our life, my precious Sandy. Although we only had you in our life for a short 8 weeks, it has been the most enriching and memorable 8 weeks in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you remember when you used to pin me onto the wall and all the 3 of you will gang up on me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you remember when you used to chase your siblings around the house and try to suckle on your mum while she runs away from you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you remember how much we love you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that love was the last thing that flashed through your mind during the horrible incident. I hope you felt the love that surrounds you. You will be fondly remembered by all of us and you will live on forever in our hearts. Rest in peace, gorgeous divine Sandy. We love you... always and forever....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498164634246156402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/TE1nmrTbkHI/AAAAAAAAAPw/vIu8AWuLcMk/s320/Gorgeous+Scoffy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-4562310982498400308?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/4562310982498400308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-loving-memory-of-sandy-scoffy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/4562310982498400308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/4562310982498400308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-loving-memory-of-sandy-scoffy.html' title='In loving memory of Sandy (Scoffy)'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/TE1mVq0QBiI/AAAAAAAAAPg/_anAx0gJ6oU/s72-c/DSCN1195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-5906699194228693325</id><published>2010-04-14T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T03:50:13.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning 2!</title><content type='html'>Sorry folks for not updating my blog more regularly. Mum has been really busy so she has no time to operate her laptop for me (I only need her to start it up... lol...).  I am turning 2 tomorrow! It is a really exciting time of my life, considering when I first joined the family, I was constantly in the hospital and the vets were not so hopeful about me pulling through a couple of times. However, with all the TLC from everyone around me, I have made it past the milestone and is now a healthy little boy (alright alright, I do suffer from coughs and throws up every now and then). However in general, I am a very healthy and happy young man. I know mum and dad will be real busy tomorrow so there won't be any celebration or gifts for me... maybe on the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum has been doing 10 hours day at her work and she's a bit frustrated. Her foot was sore and she had to go get some xrays done. Nothing was shown on the xray so the doc ordered a bone scan. A MAJOR $695!!! God... mum almost had a heart attach when she heard the cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some updates on my little girl. She's about 10 moths old now and she's a real live- wire. She tears around the house and answers to "CHOOK" more than Kali. I think mum and dad calls her "Chook" too much since she was young and the name just stayed. She's like a hen. With her face forever down near the ground... sniffing and digging in the garden. Mum needs to get motivated and start snapping so I can update my beautiful little gal's pics here. She's smaller in size than her mum and me so she's a cute little egg.  Her speciality includes kiss attacks and CPR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and dad's Australia's wedding is in 15 Jan 2011 and after that, they will be heading overseas for a month. I am fretting about that because from memory, I have never left their side. I don't think I do well without mum and dad. What should I do? Sob sob...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-5906699194228693325?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/5906699194228693325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2010/04/turning-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/5906699194228693325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/5906699194228693325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2010/04/turning-2.html' title='Turning 2!'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-1630108509157814493</id><published>2010-03-02T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:48:15.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy in Singapore</title><content type='html'>It's been 3 weeks since Mummy went home to Singapore to visit her family as well as enjoy Chinese New Year with her family and friends. I've been thinking about her but is determined not to let myself get too upset about that. I heard dad talking to mum that it's only another week before she comes home and that thought keeps me going. I'll have to remember to give mum lots of kisses when she comes home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum told me she loves being in Singapore. The food there is great and she's been real busy catching up with relatives and friends, not forgetting the big S. SHOPPING! I think she's running Oma Singapore down with all the running around that they've been doing. Mum seems to be real busy everyday. I hope she hasn't tire herself out too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think being in either country means there's still always a missing piece in mum's heart. She's either missing dad and me (when she's in Sg) or her family and Muffin (when she's in Aus). Mum secretly tells me that as the date gets closer to the day she comes back to us, her heart is also sadden with the thoughts of having to say goodbye to her family and gals. That is totally understandable. I'll try my best to cheer mum up when she's back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, almost forgot to let everyone know that Sooty is definetly not pregnant. What a relief for everyone. However, I miss daddyhood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm gonna get ready for bed now. I am a sleepy head that needs lots of sleep. Hopefully, I will find the time to upload Kali's pics soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-1630108509157814493?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/1630108509157814493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2010/03/mummy-in-singapore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/1630108509157814493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/1630108509157814493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2010/03/mummy-in-singapore.html' title='Mummy in Singapore'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-2508325123734522375</id><published>2009-12-07T01:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T02:35:31.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Happy &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;New&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Year&lt;/span&gt; Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since I last blogged because life has been really hectic. Mum's computer seems to have gotten a virus and her msn is spamming to everyone on her contact list. Therefore, she won't let me use her lappie for a while. She tried to fix the problem but I don't think it's been fixed yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from my boring everyday routine, I am pleased to announce that my little gal, Kali is now a big girl. She now sleeps in mum's and dad's room with us but mum is determined that she will not join us in bed because three will be a crowd. Do you think mum will eventually give in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and dad is now starting to guess that Sooty is not pregnant. Just obese! She's been eating really well and is not as fussy as she was so she's put on a fair bit of weight. However, only time will tell if she's pregnant. Her expected due date will be in Feb if she is and dad will have to be the midwife and carer all on his own, not that he will have any problem since he almost single- handledly deliver the babies last time. To be honest, I am kinda excited about the prospects of becoming a dad again but.... can we minus the bullying from the kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's going home in Feb for a month. I will miss her like crazy. I will probably mope around like when oma Singapore went home. I will be counting down the days till mum comes home and I am sure mum will be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed time now, my friends! Cheerios....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-2508325123734522375?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/2508325123734522375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/2508325123734522375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/2508325123734522375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-6798674581388407871</id><published>2009-12-07T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T01:52:34.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Sooty pregnant?</title><content type='html'>Despite mum and dad's careful and vigilant attempts to keep Sooty and me seperated, mum and dad is guessing that Sooty might be pregnant (even though they pretty much never left us alone with each other even for a minute). Why did they guess that? Sooty has been really affectionate with mum these couple of days and that is NOT NORMAL. Sooty is a real arrogant, unaffectionate and unloving dog in general but when she was pregnant the last time, she was all over mum. That's why mum and dad is guessing she might be pregnant (although mum and dad is really hoping that she isn't. They didn't want her to have babies this time round).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and dad has been keeping us seperate and keeps a watchful eye on us. Sooty sleeps on her own bed in the guest room and during the day, Sooty will stay in the house while Kali and I have to be banished outdoor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and dad take it in turn doing this day in day out so keeping our fingers crossed, I won't become a dad again right now. I don't think I am ready for it. It takes so much out of me. Parenthood is a full time job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wed, Kali and I will be graduating from our obedience school. I think both of us will do well. Keep a lookout for what goes on....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-6798674581388407871?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/6798674581388407871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/12/is-sooty-pregnant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/6798674581388407871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/6798674581388407871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/12/is-sooty-pregnant.html' title='Is Sooty pregnant?'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-198784980776063199</id><published>2009-11-24T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T14:11:51.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearing the festive season</title><content type='html'>It is a count down of less tha 6 weeks to Christmas and this period is what mum and dad dreads the most. They're both hectic at work and is committed to working long hours. Furthermore, Sooty decided to come on heat right at this moment (it was supposed to be in around Jan). It is giving mum and dad the headache and they're considering giving me a snip (actually more like they've booked me in). However, oma Singapore feels very strongly about me getting the snip so I might be able to escape this time. Not sure yet how things will pan out. Right now, mum and dad has to do a lot of juggling to ensure that Sooty and I are not together. Sooty even gets to sleep on her own in the spare room... Hmm... a queen bed all on her own and she is not complaining about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, because of her heat, Sooty's behaviour (alright, including mine) is a bit erratical at the moment. We're trying to consumate our marriage all the time but mum and dad says NO!!! Not this time, Monte! However, today, I have a play date with a chihuahua cross pomeranian whose name is Tammy. She's on heat now and I might get a chance to score. Keke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is happening in my life? Well, apart from my daily activities of eating, sleeping, playing with Kali, not much has been going on. We're quite settled in our new house and fortunately, mum and dad has the foresight of installing an airconditioner. We've had a bad heat wave for about a week and it is doing me a lot of harm. I don't cope well with the heat so mum took all of us to the groomers to get our fur trimmed. Sooty looks quite neat now while I look a bit funny. When mum first saw me after my haircut, she laughed at me so hard that it wounded my pride. I was so upset that i won't snuggle or kiss her for the rest of the day. But it doesn't take long for me to forgive mum. I love her to bits. The groomer did what she did because mum wanted my fur shorter and thinner but not so short or thin that it would affect my fur in the long term so the groomer (Carmen is her name) did her best. Now I am left with some bits that are not quite equal in length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my Kali. She is about 4 months old now (DOB is 26 of July) and she is a feisty little one. She bullies her mum and me a lot but mostly me because I let her get away with everything. We've been to obedience class and today will be our 4th week. Because Kali is a puppy, she is like a sponge who absorbs all the information. She is doing so well that even the instructors are impressed with her. Dad trains with her while mum trains with me. I think the both of us will graduate because we all try hard. Mum hasn't been taking any pics of my little girl lately so I hope she will start doing so soon. She is growing up quick! She is almost 3/4 of Sooty's size because she is not a fussy eater. I am so proud of my little girl. She looks indentical to Sooty. The only give away is the white marking on her chest. If not for that, I won't even know who is who? Sometimes mum gets mixed up when the both of them are sleeping next to each other. That is how close their size and everything is. Kali still has her puppy coat and Sooty's coat is quite short so you almost can't tell the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I better go prim myself up for the date. I will let everyone know how I went! Wish me luck, guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-198784980776063199?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/198784980776063199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/11/nearing-festive-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/198784980776063199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/198784980776063199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/11/nearing-festive-season.html' title='Nearing the festive season'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-8451895724417289374</id><published>2009-10-17T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:48:33.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><content type='html'>As the saying goes, time and tide waits for no man! That is so true. Time has flown pass so quickly without me even realising it. Sorry, I haven't been updating my blog much but I've got my hands tied in a lot of things. There are so many changes in my life that even I can't keep track of it whilst laying in mum's arm typing up the blog now. Well, I better keep all the updates in sequence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Oma discipline has returned home to Singapore for almost a month. Everyone misses her heaps, especially me. She has been a tremendous help to everyone, making life a lot easier. She might not realised it but every little things she does around the house lightens up mum and dad burden heaps. Oma is also like a treat dispenser, rewarding us for little achievements. Everyone reckons I have grown smarter in the time she has been here. Thanks for your encouragement, Oma! I know Minnie, Muffin and Maia will be glad to have you home with them but I wish you're here too.  Come back soon, Oma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. All my babies are 12 weeks old today. All but my little black gal has gone to good homes. Scoffy is now named Sandy while little boy is now Token. Daddy's little gal's official name is now Kali which means black in Sankscript as well as a Hindu goddess. I will elaborate more on her at a later stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We've been in our n ew house for almost 6 weeks now. It's a small, cosy and comfy house that is filled with love. Everyone loves the house and all the new furnishing but moving house and settling in is such a tiring job that is still an onging process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mum's best friend, Amanda organised an engagement dinner for mum and dad on the 12 Oct. Mum and dad were both so touched by everything and mum almost polished up a whole bottle of champagne at the dinner. The whole set up was amazing and so perfect to the point whereby every single detail has shown the amount of thoughts that has been put into the whole entire thing.  Photos will be updated at a later stage (mum promised so hold her to that) Mum would like to use this chance to say a few words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot for all the well- wishes from everyone. It has been an amazing experience starting life in a new house with my other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot again, Amanda. I really appreciate the beautiful gestures and love the entire dinner plan. It was so perfect.  Can't wait to organise my wedding with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Life is still busy as usual for everyone around me. Dad's van needed a major rehaul but it's all fixed now. Hope dad will be able to do his job more smoothly from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-8451895724417289374?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/8451895724417289374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-flies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/8451895724417289374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/8451895724417289374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-2173229237912132480</id><published>2009-09-03T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T03:24:16.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies at 5 Weeks Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Exciting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;news to report! My little ones are turning 6 weeks old on Sunday (two days time) and they are a real handful at the moment. Mummy is trying to toilet train my babies with puppy training pad but it's not an easy task. They're so active and can't be stop! The minute they're out of their playpen, they start running off in different directions so it's a full time job trying to keep an eye on them. They still try to drink from Sooty but it won't be long before they need to be fully wean off her milk. Sooty is feeding them a lot less nowadays and in the last couple of days, she even started to play. That is a turnover for Sooty. She's usually so aloof and hates playing but maybe she's trying to teach the puppies the importance of play! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, I am enjoying fatherhood tremendously. I get to have so much fun with the little ones. They're chasing after my tail, biting me and even slamming me on the ground. YES! Slamming me on the ground and then holding me down. Sometimes, Scoffy (the little brown gal) and the little boy will join forces and hold me down while tackling and biting me. However, playtime is still my favourite time. I get to play with all my sweeties. I love them to bits!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Family Enjoying Our Meal Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377186411002766162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Sp-ajR7go1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/g2T2aApPGDA/s320/Family+eattig.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;My Beautiful Babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377186434421827090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Sp-akpLDJhI/AAAAAAAAAOw/HnKa27V3MlI/s320/Amazing+trio+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;From left: Little Girl, Eldest Girl and Little Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fiesty Scoffy (Little Girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377186441176024354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Sp-alCVYBSI/AAAAAAAAAO4/XftfPLP5DBM/s320/101_0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377190474719039410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Sp-eP0c-D7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/XlkBNev9oVw/s320/Scoffy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377190501154045986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Sp-eRW7kQCI/AAAAAAAAAPY/OMhqPZ9E7TU/s320/101_0240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377190482634954914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Sp-eQR8RWKI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ZPjZFzFFHVA/s320/Gorgeous+Scoffy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377190492735574338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Sp-eQ3kckUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/jXbaKxQC60Y/s320/101_0245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Scoffy is the eldest in the litter. When she was born, she used to guts down her milk at an astonishing speed so the boys name her Scoffy. She's the in-between of Little girl and Little boy in terms of her temperment and nature. She's playful and can be dominating but not as much as a bully. She's quite timid in nature and loves chewing on bras and undies. Lol... She's a lot of fun to play with. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Dominating Little Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377186425287940882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Sp-akHJXGxI/AAAAAAAAAOo/RDbzcrYlu7E/s320/Little+boy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Little boy is the most dominating one in the litter. He's the 2nd one born in the litter and he's currently the biggest in size. He's a very strong character little boy who is extremely playful and bossy. He pushes both his sisters to their limits most of the time. Definetly a bully but a very smart one! He has found a home with a really nice lady. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dainty Little Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sorry mum hasn't got an individual shot of little girl. She's the runt of the litter but she's the most inqusitive one in the litter. She's a real smart girl but loves sleeping heaps. She likes playing with her siblings but gets bullied the most due to her size and demure nature. She's also found a home. With ME! Hooray... I will always get to play with a puppy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mum promises to update more pics at a later stage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Another Exciting News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our house will be ready next Friday. The handover of keys should take place next Friday so it is a really exciting moment for everyone. By next Sat, we should be moving our stuff into our new house. However, we will not be able to have access to the internet for a while after our shift so my apologies, my friends. I won't be able to update my blog for a little while. However, as soon as our internet access is back on, I will jump back online to send my greetings to all of you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-2173229237912132480?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/2173229237912132480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/09/babies-at-5-weeks-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/2173229237912132480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/2173229237912132480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/09/babies-at-5-weeks-old.html' title='Babies at 5 Weeks Old'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Sp-ajR7go1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/g2T2aApPGDA/s72-c/Family+eattig.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-2667123906759816799</id><published>2009-08-21T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T03:29:24.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Engaged!</title><content type='html'>Oh my... oh my....  dad beat me to it! Before I could pop the question to Sooty, dad beat me to it. He proposed to mum today on her birthday and of course, mum said Yes! They're both basking in love and happiness the entire day. Dad and mum shared the good news with lots of family and friends. The boys were really happy too and Jimi has the cutest reaction. The first thing he said was, "Oh my god" before saying "that's great". Both the boys want to be the ring bearer. They're more exciting than mum and dad. Guess I better get my act together and proposed to Sooty soon so we can have a double wedding. Btw, Happy Birthday mum! We love you heaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-2667123906759816799?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/2667123906759816799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/08/engaged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/2667123906759816799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/2667123906759816799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/08/engaged.html' title='Engaged!'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-5371064485901834009</id><published>2009-08-20T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T05:30:33.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Little Ones</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't had time to update my blog for a while. Being a full time dad is a very time consuming job. Mummy Sooty is having enough of the babies at the moment so I have to take it in turns to groom them and take care of them. However, the little ones are now at the learning stage so they're very inquisitive as well as playful. I love them all to bits. Here are some pics of my little ones are 3 weeks old. Please enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Little Girl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372019613862409106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/So0_YGqzM5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/SXjcZhOJYhU/s320/Sleepy+Scoffy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372019602174613586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/So0_XbINmFI/AAAAAAAAAOA/F4S2anhyzWc/s320/Scoffy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/So0_XymwVnI/AAAAAAAAAOI/TeWXTj8Leqc/s1600-h/Serious+Scoffe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372019608476735090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/So0_XymwVnI/AAAAAAAAAOI/TeWXTj8Leqc/s320/Serious+Scoffe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/So0_XPDUAUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/SZiHqQQA2Lw/s1600-h/Scoffy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372019598932836674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/So0_XPDUAUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/SZiHqQQA2Lw/s320/Scoffy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Gorgeous Trio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/So0_YmsvLhI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sOpO_awougQ/s1600-h/Wriggling+trio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372019622460468754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/So0_YmsvLhI/AAAAAAAAAOY/sOpO_awougQ/s320/Wriggling+trio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372019280733346018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/So0_EtqpGOI/AAAAAAAAANQ/8GoEFAWuNGE/s320/Gorgeous+Trio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Little Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/So0_Ffl8DEI/AAAAAAAAANg/SHwZJj8UTrI/s1600-h/Little+Boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372019294135389250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/So0_Ffl8DEI/AAAAAAAAANg/SHwZJj8UTrI/s320/Little+Boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oma Discipline with the Clan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/So0_GEx0WFI/AAAAAAAAANw/FI26ehFK0gU/s1600-h/Oma+discipline+with+clan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372019304117327954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/So0_GEx0WFI/AAAAAAAAANw/FI26ehFK0gU/s320/Oma+discipline+with+clan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Little Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372019289115054130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/So0_FM4_0DI/AAAAAAAAANY/Wn6hS22xhdg/s320/Little+Boy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Proud Mummy with Sooty and babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/So0_Fpz8YcI/AAAAAAAAANo/LyMS06B_fps/s1600-h/Mum+&amp;amp;+Sooty+with+babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372019296878485954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/So0_Fpz8YcI/AAAAAAAAANo/LyMS06B_fps/s320/Mum+%26+Sooty+with+babies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-5371064485901834009?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/5371064485901834009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/08/precious-little-ones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/5371064485901834009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/5371064485901834009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/08/precious-little-ones.html' title='Precious Little Ones'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/So0_YGqzM5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/SXjcZhOJYhU/s72-c/Sleepy+Scoffy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-3277108728322656568</id><published>2009-08-06T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T06:04:54.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House In Lock Up Stage</title><content type='html'>Our house is now at lock up stage. That means everything has been bricked up and the doors have locks on it. From now on, all the progress seems to be at snail pace. I can't wait to move in with dad, mum and Sooty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;View of the Garage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366835449417033874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SnrUaBJ56JI/AAAAAAAAANA/cCHjazIwx6I/s320/101_0138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;View of the Front of the House&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366835459922329378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SnrUaoSj_yI/AAAAAAAAANI/M2ksykax4TM/s320/101_0139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366835444312868818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SnrUZuI-h9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/9dLjptaUltw/s320/101_0137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-3277108728322656568?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/3277108728322656568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/08/house-in-lock-up-stage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/3277108728322656568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/3277108728322656568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/08/house-in-lock-up-stage.html' title='House In Lock Up Stage'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SnrUaBJ56JI/AAAAAAAAANA/cCHjazIwx6I/s72-c/101_0138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-8826281761768629766</id><published>2009-08-06T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T05:54:36.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as a Full Time Dad</title><content type='html'>Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;Life as a full time dad is very tiring. Now the puppies are 1.5 weeks old and I am just getting busier. I have to take it in turns to take care of my babies when mummy Sooty is having a break. The following sequence shows what I do everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can I Have My Baby Back? I Need To Keep Them Warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366822895918085490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SnrI_TuhdXI/AAAAAAAAALo/JgBnI7-92Iw/s320/101_0145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Taking Over My Shift In Caring for My Babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366822915196332674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SnrJAbi0KoI/AAAAAAAAAL4/bjncCblJzxU/s320/101_0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mummy Taking Over for Feeding (Look at Baby Boy sticking his tongue out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366822906374608034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SnrI_6rjVKI/AAAAAAAAALw/MPexUhe_4Mc/s320/101_0140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366832088737058546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SnrRWZpXDvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/0EiABJz8rvk/s320/101_0136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mummy Watching Over Babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366832079151869890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SnrRV18Er8I/AAAAAAAAAMY/kc25vhYxAV4/s320/101_0131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366827522249196322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SnrNMmJ0AyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WjItkG7rL1k/s320/101_0133.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366832101135329922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SnrRXH1VqoI/AAAAAAAAAMw/1XHtVF0LUWQ/s320/101_0130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well Fed Puppies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366827507978955890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SnrNLw_hbHI/AAAAAAAAAMA/_7qcYvRpscY/s320/101_0134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366827514269138290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SnrNMIbN_XI/AAAAAAAAAMI/QJwsuRJpIMM/s320/101_0135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;All Tired Out at The End of My Shift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366832091740051250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SnrRWk1VFzI/AAAAAAAAAMo/z68h7hej1wI/s320/101_0142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-8826281761768629766?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/8826281761768629766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-as-full-time-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/8826281761768629766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/8826281761768629766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-as-full-time-dad.html' title='Life as a Full Time Dad'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SnrI_TuhdXI/AAAAAAAAALo/JgBnI7-92Iw/s72-c/101_0145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-3242298425822116706</id><published>2009-07-29T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T05:15:17.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Little Ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amazing Motherhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SnA8y1w2W5I/AAAAAAAAALg/uZ8QusjAI8M/s1600-h/Sooty+&amp;amp;+babies+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363854000321354642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SnA8y1w2W5I/AAAAAAAAALg/uZ8QusjAI8M/s320/Sooty+%26+babies+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Snuggling Trio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SnA8yjtl_qI/AAAAAAAAALY/1wdvN2Z4ptE/s1600-h/Snuggling+trio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363853995475861154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SnA8yjtl_qI/AAAAAAAAALY/1wdvN2Z4ptE/s320/Snuggling+trio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Adorable Little Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SnA72UaWtII/AAAAAAAAALQ/gy8JzD_5bag/s1600-h/Little+gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363852960576484482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SnA72UaWtII/AAAAAAAAALQ/gy8JzD_5bag/s320/Little+gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SnA72AnLBNI/AAAAAAAAALI/j_6cB8wxPDk/s1600-h/Little+gal+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363852955261535442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SnA72AnLBNI/AAAAAAAAALI/j_6cB8wxPDk/s320/Little+gal+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fiesty Little Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363852951573942130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SnA71y3-z3I/AAAAAAAAALA/YOrLcsyqoaA/s320/Brown+gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SnA71l-uYlI/AAAAAAAAAK4/M8mJMr0KK0E/s1600-h/Brown+Gal+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363852948112564818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SnA71l-uYlI/AAAAAAAAAK4/M8mJMr0KK0E/s320/Brown+Gal+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sweet Little Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SnA71c5iaqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/8xePr8Odg9s/s1600-h/Black+Boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363852945674889890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SnA71c5iaqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/8xePr8Odg9s/s320/Black+Boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-3242298425822116706?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/3242298425822116706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/07/precious-little-ones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/3242298425822116706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/3242298425822116706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/07/precious-little-ones.html' title='Precious Little Ones'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SnA8y1w2W5I/AAAAAAAAALg/uZ8QusjAI8M/s72-c/Sooty+%26+babies+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-5523963060747836224</id><published>2009-07-27T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T04:47:54.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle of Birth</title><content type='html'>Announcement to the whole world! I became a daddy last night. Sooty gave birth to 3 gorgeous little ones last night. Her labour started at around 7pm and the first puppy was born at around 8.28pm. The first one is the sable puppy and she is a little girl. The second puppy born is a black male and the last one is a black female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooty is an amazing mum. Very loving, sweet and caring. Dad, mum and Oma discipline was present during the birth process and dad was the "midwife" through the entire process. When the first two puppies are born, the sac didn't break and Sooty is so gentle with it and thus, not breaking the sac. In the end, because mum and dad were worried about the welfare of the babies, dad stepped in and helped break the sacs. After the first 2 puppies were born, mum and dad assumed that all the puppies have been borned so they cleaned up her whelping box. After that, mum and dad got ready for bed. Surprise surprise surprise! There is a little surprise awaiting mum and dad. Baby No 3 pops out! Baby 3 is a black little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vet had a check today and all the babies are healthy. I think my babies are gorgeous. Don't you reckon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Sm2PCJ_ap_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/O-lshP96B5s/s1600-h/Black+puppies+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363099998472546290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Sm2PCJ_ap_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/O-lshP96B5s/s320/Black+puppies+view.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Sm2PB3ra2kI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9mEQEgHmdxU/s1600-h/Loving+Mum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363099993556834882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Sm2PB3ra2kI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9mEQEgHmdxU/s320/Loving+Mum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Sm2PBimSu_I/AAAAAAAAAKY/tH8Xv3ZM5LA/s1600-h/The+Trio+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363099987898186738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Sm2PBimSu_I/AAAAAAAAAKY/tH8Xv3ZM5LA/s320/The+Trio+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Sm2PBWUgEOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dyMUY6r3q0k/s1600-h/The+Trio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363099984602337506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Sm2PBWUgEOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dyMUY6r3q0k/s320/The+Trio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I better go back to my duties of fatherhood. I will update everyone as often as I can about my babies. Ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-5523963060747836224?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/5523963060747836224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/07/miracle-of-birth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/5523963060747836224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/5523963060747836224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/07/miracle-of-birth.html' title='Miracle of Birth'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Sm2PCJ_ap_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/O-lshP96B5s/s72-c/Black+puppies+view.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-5445510687764758769</id><published>2009-07-23T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T03:22:15.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates On the House (23 July)</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the delay in updates. Last week, mum and Oma went to the new house with mum's new friend, a couple (Kimmy and Steven) from Malaysia. They took a few photos of the new house (courtesy of Steven who is a professional photographer). According to the builder, the house should finished construction in early to mid Sept! Hopefully he keeps to his words. Now, the windows and roof is on and they should be commencing the bricks work (keep my fingers crossed). We all know how Australia works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361596486080746098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Smg3mN3TUnI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ch4H9WDI70s/s320/GetAttachment2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Smg1oKO3YtI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4lklBFcI90k/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361594320442319570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Smg1oKO3YtI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4lklBFcI90k/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-5445510687764758769?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/5445510687764758769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/07/updates-on-house-23-july.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/5445510687764758769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/5445510687764758769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/07/updates-on-house-23-july.html' title='Updates On the House (23 July)'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Smg3mN3TUnI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ch4H9WDI70s/s72-c/GetAttachment2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-162635539600596656</id><published>2009-07-12T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T03:57:57.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am going to be a daddy!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of updates. I have been having a very busy life so this is just a quick stop before I head off to my next task. Oma discipline has arrived and mum has been very busy with oma. Mummy loves having Oma around. Oma cooks heaps of yummy delicious food for everyone and we had the boys sleeping over for the entire week. It took a lot out of Sooty and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, there have been updates on the house. Now, the windows and roof are constructed (mummy promises to update on the pics soon) so it is a very exciting change for everyone. Even Oma got a bit excited at the construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, Sooty is definetly pregnant. I am going to be a daddy soon. However, she's very grumby recently and won't even let me play with her. Mummy will bring her to the vet soon so we will know her delivery date but an estimate is by mid of July which is in another couple of weeks... Wow... exciting time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-162635539600596656?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/162635539600596656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-going-to-be-daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/162635539600596656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/162635539600596656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-going-to-be-daddy.html' title='I am going to be a daddy!'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-4112294527154813234</id><published>2009-06-27T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T02:38:03.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates On the House (25 June)</title><content type='html'>Mum had to meet the electrician/ plumber on Friday so she took some latest pictures of the house at the same time. The progress may seems fast to some but it certainly has taken a while. The roof was supposed to go on last week but delays after delays. Mum and dad doesn't think the building supervisor is very professional in his job and his job knowledge seems questionable. Well, the latest updates are that the wiring and plumbing of the house should be the week after and the roof should up up next week. We'll see! For now, enjoy the pics...  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Overall View of the House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351937190883935490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SkXmhPLWxQI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Bux_VrxjR10/s320/101_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Garage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351937194420065794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SkXmhcWb1gI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ib8GXJbjwmI/s320/101_0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Front of the House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351937198464297458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SkXmhrap6fI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UFOw_lZ0mNc/s320/101_0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Gable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351937203643610322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SkXmh-tf9NI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/BGYly27aeBg/s320/101_0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In Australia, the cost of labour is really high. The installation of just a split system unit is going to cost between $700- $1000 but mum managed to find a guy for $650. With the money saved, maybe mum might buy us a treat? Please mummy please!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-4112294527154813234?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/4112294527154813234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/06/updates-on-house-25-june.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/4112294527154813234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/4112294527154813234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/06/updates-on-house-25-june.html' title='Updates On the House (25 June)'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SkXmhPLWxQI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Bux_VrxjR10/s72-c/101_0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-8463894639343317358</id><published>2009-06-27T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T02:18:30.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Play Date</title><content type='html'>Recently mum joined a dogs forumn which is very similar to Facebook but it's called Dogtree and it's meant for 4 legged canines like us! Yesterday, despite her busy schedule, mum managed to squeeze in a play session for us. Our handsome host, Mali and gorgeous hostess, Hilarey are both mini fox terriers like my sisters in Singapore, Minnie and Muffin. Mummy was smitten by them and they're one of the most well socialised and behaved dogs mum has ever met. They put up with my barking and that eventually got me out of my shell and I was able to play. This is the first time I've ever played with any other dogs apart from Sooty and we had a ball! Thanks to the patience and understanding of Mali and Hilary, I am now a better socialised dog that I ever was. I hope to be able to continue my socialisation with others so that I can be a better behaved puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Handsome Mali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351907743781541298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SkXLvMLC1bI/AAAAAAAAAII/CSudERqbfUA/s320/Gorgeous+Mali.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351914757417688514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SkXSHcANXcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/A-JYYE87Xqc/s320/Mali.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gorgeous Hilary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351914751436851138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SkXSHFuRB8I/AAAAAAAAAIo/Bgzd6o5Hy5k/s320/Hilary.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sooty &amp;amp; Hilary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351907749766449954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SkXLvid9SyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/L9vNRuill4I/s320/Hilary+%26+Sooty+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351907756841508338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SkXLv80yHfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/BCZXS1VGyv0/s320/Hilary+%26+Sooty.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hilary Initiating Play with Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351907746871096930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SkXLvXrptmI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YHHYB5RsaE8/s320/Hilary+%26+Monte.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me Having Fun on Mali &amp;amp; Hilary's Bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351914769768537730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SkXSIKA4XoI/AAAAAAAAAJA/WWZhT8ilyhY/s320/Monte.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The Trio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351929561955469122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SkXflLNEh0I/AAAAAAAAAJI/FnDiI_YqV9E/s320/The+trio.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351929569675654962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SkXfln9tNzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_wmpd59YSSw/s320/The+Gals.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Enjoying the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351914763577658610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SkXSHy83DPI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pNd9GC6CKzA/s320/Monte+under+the+sun.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sooty &amp;amp; Me after the Play Date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351929576814379858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SkXfmCjtg1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/ZQVHAPfNDbM/s320/Sooty+%26+Monte.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you could see in the photos, Hilary took an infinity with Sooty and was mingling with her the most whilst Mali was the hero that got me to learn to trust other dogs. I like the both of them heaps, especially Mali. I like him so much that I even shared mummy with him. I let him sit on mum's lap and usually, only I'm allowed to do that. When Sooty does that, I will usually be so jealous that I will push her away and shove myself in mum's face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both Sooty and I played to our hearts content and that really took it out of us. On our way home, Sooty and I snooze on the passenger seat while our chauffeur (oops, I should say Mum) drove us home before rushing to her doctor's appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll like to thank auntie Louise for having us over and also to Mali and Hilary for the wonderful time we had. Let's do it again soon! Play dates rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-8463894639343317358?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/8463894639343317358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-play-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/8463894639343317358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/8463894639343317358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-play-date.html' title='First Play Date'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SkXLvMLC1bI/AAAAAAAAAII/CSudERqbfUA/s72-c/Gorgeous+Mali.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-4763668858499943439</id><published>2009-06-09T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T03:52:08.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Scot &amp; Sooty's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Sooty's birthday is on the 6th of June and she gets to share the special day with a very special man, Uncle Scot. He's mum's younger brother and he's living in Singapore now. I heard from Sooty that he's the most awesome guy in the world and she's totally in love with him. Happy Birthday, Uncle Scot! Hope you've had a great birthday. Mum and dad told me that Uncle Scot has helped to save my life last winter but I can't remember much about him. I have the memory of a goldfish and I forget everything that is more than 15 seconds old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She just turned two but she's acting like she's turned 82. Now that her heat is over, she's got zero tolerance for me. She's always grumpy with me and when I try to go near her to play nowadays, she yells at me! Tells me off and doesn't want anything to do with me. It upsets me heaps but I never stop trying (that's the spirit of Boy Boy, the man). I still keep annoying her to play and sometimes, she gives in and chases me around the house for a short while and that chase is usually done in disgust associated with my childishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Anyway, getting back to birthdays. Sooty once told me how great birthdays are.... U get lots of presents and lots of treats but she's greatly disappointed with her's this year. Mum and dad were busy. Dad had Trudy's memorial service to attend and there were lots of preparation involved. Mum had to rush to develop a photo of Trudy's at the last minute so her service will have a recent pic of her. After that, with the help of Opa, they had to move all the bigger and bulkier stuff from Trudy's house back to either ours or Jenny's. That all took a lot of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  After a disappointing start to her day, Sooty was starting to feel depressed (despite mummy buying her and of course me some treats), dad came home with a surprise. A recliner! Trudy left that in her will to dad. Sooty was rapt! She thought that was her birthday gift from dad and as you would be able to see from the pics afterwards, she's pretty much declared it as hers, contrary to popular belief. It's supposed to be dad's but Sooty doesn't think so. It's her birthday so anything that enters the door belongs to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  In the end, Opa stayed for dinner alone (much to the dismay of mum and maybe Opa because a guest was missing from the dinner table) and the 3 of them enjoyed a feast of home made rissoles and potato scallop. Mum also learnt a lot about cooking from Opa. He used to be a chef! WOW! I wish he would cook me something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  On Sooty's birthday, mum, dad and Opa went up to the new house to see if there has been any progress and there is! The following are some of the updates on the property. ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Right View of the Construction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345266366892777170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Si4zcLR8ntI/AAAAAAAAAHA/enNbkcSGJtY/s320/101_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Front View of the Construction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345266371627971762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Si4zcc659LI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-qfOd3F6Phk/s320/101_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Colours of the Bricks (With the view of the guest room at the back of it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345266376700095266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Si4zcv0MayI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2NDwHZ3hUXs/s320/101_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;View of the Master Bedroom (Isn't it tiny?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345268769176963906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Si41oAfIS0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/3apL2R8_0Cc/s320/Master+bdroom.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Overall Views from the front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345268760475626146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Si41ngEkaqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/XZyC80SPJsw/s320/101_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345268757036504242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Si41nTQnlLI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4GdY93PrFGI/s320/101_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To end this post, I shall post some pics of Sooty enjoying her birthday gift!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sooty relaxing on her (or should I say dad's) Recliner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345272160391550674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Si44tZvsVtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/cgUxc3md2hg/s320/101_0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Feeling pretty blessed to get to share it with Sooty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345272155531079314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Si44tHo3bpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wdiI9HhxCoM/s320/101_0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345272160686829602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Si44ta2F8CI/AAAAAAAAAIA/yqjv_LeEI0c/s320/101_0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  That's all folks! An end to how we spent the day on Sooty's birthday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-4763668858499943439?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/4763668858499943439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/06/sootys-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/4763668858499943439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/4763668858499943439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/06/sootys-birthday.html' title='Uncle Scot &amp; Sooty&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Si4zcLR8ntI/AAAAAAAAAHA/enNbkcSGJtY/s72-c/101_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-8818277318197524025</id><published>2009-06-01T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T04:30:12.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverse Posting of House Updates</title><content type='html'>Sorry for this reverse posting of the construction of the house. Uncle Scot was very eager to see the frame structure (the latest stage of the construction) so mum posted that up instead of following it step by step. Well, let me correct mum on this. Before the frame was up, this was what happened... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Land owner of this dwelling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SiO07LyM-AI/AAAAAAAAAGI/fj4NObl2hr8/s1600-h/DSCN1171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342312511860176898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SiO07LyM-AI/AAAAAAAAAGI/fj4NObl2hr8/s320/DSCN1171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The Property all fenced up to be ready for the construction...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342314416101561570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SiO2qBoulOI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3GG1zGez4qY/s320/DSCN1170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342314426235806834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SiO2qnY65HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/hqhQN5auPZE/s320/DSCN1169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Laying of the Slab (Preparation work starts at 6.30 am. This pic is taken at 7am)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342318413452472274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SiO6Ss7c79I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Y2mb8ufEZMM/s320/DSCN1176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The crane and concrete mixer that was used to pour&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; slab&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342318419795927282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SiO6TEj2YPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/C_nydg1Kt1A/s320/DSCN1178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342318424035091218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SiO6TUWi4xI/AAAAAAAAAGw/73-rTDJHECU/s320/DSCN1175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To end this post beautifully, here we present.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;THE SLEEPING BURGER&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342318431179557154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SiO6Tu96ySI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ObJgfMdfRcI/s320/Sleeping+Burger.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-8818277318197524025?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/8818277318197524025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/06/reverse-posting-of-house-updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/8818277318197524025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/8818277318197524025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/06/reverse-posting-of-house-updates.html' title='Reverse Posting of House Updates'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SiO07LyM-AI/AAAAAAAAAGI/fj4NObl2hr8/s72-c/DSCN1171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-2844121151526402137</id><published>2009-06-01T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T03:43:42.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Action Time In Monte Land!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for this reverse updates of my post. A lot has been happening this week. Mum has been sick so she needs me to help her recover. I had to spend a lot of time snuggling her, pleasing Sooty (because she's on heat and I'm the MAN) and doing all my other daily chores such as eating, sleeping and being cute. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week has been an eye opening week for me. I had my first "sexual" experience and it was a bit daunting. I was doing the action with Sooty and all of a sudden, I managed a 'tie'. We were in our parent's bedroom and mum got really excited. She exclaimed," Baby (refering to daddy), Come have a look! The galoots have tied". Daddy came in all excited too cause he's never seen a tie before. All this while, I was looking at mum with big wide eyes because I was terrified. I didn't know what was going on and thought I will be stuck to Sooty forever (imagine that HORROR). Mum tried to comfort me whilst still having a giggle at my stun expression. After what seems like forever, I finally got released from the pressure of everyone's stares and got my own freedom back. God, I never knew exhausation like I did! After that, it happened a couple more times when the boys were staying over so I had spectators watching my ACT! How embarrassing.... wish the people will leave me alone. And as if real live audience isn't bad enough, mum took some photos so that it can be shared on the World Wide Web! MUMMY!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sooty and Me in the 'Tie' Position&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342298006977601074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SiOnu44tXjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/llTrUQzUjZc/s320/DSCN1180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After a while in the same position (notice I am falling asleep)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342298000942719362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SiOnuiZ4YYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/RMY149voHEM/s320/DSCN1181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Look at how good Sooty's got everything .... Making me do all the hard work. She won't even let me lie down like her....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342298009542585010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SiOnvCcP6rI/AAAAAAAAAGA/cYZkTMlzbAQ/s320/DSCN1182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, this is all there is about my actions for the week. All these Manhood behaviour has boost my confidence so much that now, I can jump unaided up onto mum and dad's bed for a rest and I am starting to not listen as much (which mum and dad is pretty furious about). However, don't worry, mum and dad (if you're reading my post). I will always love you and will always be your Boy Boy (but don't call me that in front of my friends now). Call me Man Man! Keke...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S/ Btw, to top up the exclamation of how lazy I am, mum says I must be the only dog in the world that is so lazy that I will even fall asleep while she's brushing me. Please tell me that is not true?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-2844121151526402137?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/2844121151526402137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/06/action-time-in-monte-land.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/2844121151526402137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/2844121151526402137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/06/action-time-in-monte-land.html' title='Action Time In Monte Land!'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SiOnu44tXjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/llTrUQzUjZc/s72-c/DSCN1180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-4847707206212867158</id><published>2009-05-31T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T03:51:58.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Update on the house</title><content type='html'>Updates on the house....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Pic: The Water Pipes in the Ensuite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SiJf50e0hDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/W94som5bT80/s1600-h/Photo0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341937554959926322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SiJf50e0hDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/W94som5bT80/s320/Photo0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd and 3rd Pics: Frame structure of the house coming up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SiJf5oNJWfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/3-SgM-KlrMM/s1600-h/Photo0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341937551664568818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SiJf5oNJWfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/3-SgM-KlrMM/s320/Photo0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SiJf5S1WXDI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9Enh0UhNVls/s1600-h/Photo0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341937545927613490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SiJf5S1WXDI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9Enh0UhNVls/s320/Photo0040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stage we're in now is the construction of the frame of the house. Next, the wiring will be in and afterwards, the brickworks will comm ence. After that, everything should fall into place really quickly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep a lookout on this blog for updates on the house! Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-4847707206212867158?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/4847707206212867158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/05/latest-update-on-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/4847707206212867158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/4847707206212867158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/05/latest-update-on-house.html' title='Latest Update on the house'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SiJf50e0hDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/W94som5bT80/s72-c/Photo0043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-2118933601844457780</id><published>2009-05-26T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:16:43.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Mummy &amp; Crazy Sooty</title><content type='html'>Mum and dad has been really proud of my achievements recently. I've been going to toilet really well and not only that, I am understanding a lot more words. A couple of days ago, mum asked me if I wanted to go toilet, I immediately ran to the front door and waited. I understood the word toilet so mum and dad was really elated about that. Apart from that, one night I was in bed and needed a drink. Being the lazy burger, I usually rather pant and die before mum or dad gives in and brings me to have a drink. However, I took them by surprise by jumping off the bed and head to the water bowl all by myself. I'm such a good boy, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy has caught the cold. She's been in bed for the last couple of days. That means we get to spend time with her but poor mum is sufferring so I hope she feels better soon. Daddy has been taking real good care of her. Mum says he's a real sweetie. Dad knows mum inside out. He knew that mum would have considered going to work so he left two giantic notes for mum. One at the lounge room door way saying "Don't go to work today" and another one right at the toilet door saying "I mean it". He's a real cutie, like me, right? He made mum smile and had a warm fuzzy feeling flooding into her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course mum listened to daddy and stayed home. She went to the doc and had the week off because she's got virus. Poor mum! Alright, I better go take care of her now. Talk to u again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-2118933601844457780?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/2118933601844457780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/05/sick-mummy-crazy-sooty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/2118933601844457780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/2118933601844457780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/05/sick-mummy-crazy-sooty.html' title='Sick Mummy &amp; Crazy Sooty'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-2097455774093284754</id><published>2009-05-18T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T03:15:42.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Trudy!</title><content type='html'>Life sometimes takes an unexpected turn when you least expect it. Dad's friend, Trudy left us on Sunday morning at around 5am. Trudy has been sick in the hospital for about 2 weeks and it started with her liver starting to fail. When she was admitted, her other organs started to fail too. Her heart was too weak for an operation and eventually, her lungs started to fill up with fluid. It's heartbreaking to see her in so much pain so her departure wasn't exactly a bad thing. Daddy is one of Trudy's closest friend so dad is left with the task of being the executor of her will as well as organising her funeral. A lot of jobs for my already busy daddy. However, dad took it all in his stride and is doing really well organising everything. I really admire him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is the organising of the funeral a part of his task, he also has to clean up her belongings and pass them onto the people she requests to leave her asset to. That is a big job in itself. Cleaning up the house, packing the stuff and the afterwards procedures. On top of that, there's the tight schedule to adhere to and our own packing and moving to do with the new house. Keep your chin up, daddy! I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, updates about the house. We got a new building supervisor and he's a bit like me. Not knowing much about things and not being able to keep up to date with stuff. Mum asks him if all the building materials had arrived and his response was, "What building material"? Arh... even I can figure that bit out. I hope that the house will still complete in time for Oma discipline to see it. I left my first mark on our property on sat. I am the man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dad has written a beautiful eulogy for Trudy's memorial service. Rest in peace, Trudy! Thank you for enriching our life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-2097455774093284754?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/2097455774093284754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/05/goodbye-trudy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/2097455774093284754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/2097455774093284754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/05/goodbye-trudy.html' title='Goodbye Trudy!'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-8047197356503641757</id><published>2009-05-16T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T01:48:34.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Models for the day!</title><content type='html'>Mum says Sooty and I get to be models for the day. Hooray! I'm pretty excited because that usually means looks of yum yums for me. Mum is never stingy with treats if we behave so it's an adventure. To get the best effect with lighting, mum and dad decided to bring the boys and me to the park. Yeah! Another extra perk to being a model. However, Sooty doesn't seems too keen. I wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here's some photogenic that mum and Jimi took today. Notice how I'm in most of them while Sooty isn't? Mum says she's not as photog as me. What does that means? I hate it when they uses big words. It makes my head hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Sg56gO4pGrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/B2T7RiDnuI0/s1600-h/Monte+in+CNY.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336337302650690226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Sg56gO4pGrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/B2T7RiDnuI0/s400/Monte+in+CNY.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336338959892676930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Sg58Asl7AUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/rXm277ef430/s400/Sooty+in+her+fav+dress.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Sg56gXGPGWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/fKMHJjXzNWw/s1600-h/CNY+Couple.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336337304855189858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Sg56gXGPGWI/AAAAAAAAAFA/fKMHJjXzNWw/s400/CNY+Couple.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Sg56fyVZxFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AptZeNt8-h0/s1600-h/Monte+in+blue+jacket.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336337294986691666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Sg56fyVZxFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/AptZeNt8-h0/s400/Monte+in+blue+jacket.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336338964077126498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Sg58A8Lko2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/P-67fOJ2BEw/s400/Backviews+of+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-8047197356503641757?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/8047197356503641757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/05/models-for-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/8047197356503641757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/8047197356503641757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/05/models-for-day.html' title='Models for the day!'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/Sg56gO4pGrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/B2T7RiDnuI0/s72-c/Monte+in+CNY.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-7120172470400187230</id><published>2009-05-14T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:15:37.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't been updating my blog for a while. Mum has been working on her website and she required assistance from techno- savy me! I had to stay up late the last few nights to help her. Please feel free to check out mum's website and give her any comments or feedbacks that you may have so she can further improve on it. It's &lt;a href="http://www.perkypaws.weebly.com/"&gt;www.perkypaws.weebly.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates on the house.... The building has commenced and the slab would be laid next wed. Then the plumbing and wiring of the house should be able to start shortly after. Mum and dad tried to take a pic of the building site last night but it was too dark so they weren't able to get any good shot of the site. Maybe they'll bring me there over the weekend so we can try again. Keke... Anything to go out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else has been up recently. I'm still the same old me. Playing, sleeping and loving life itself. Sooty is still the usual. Always cranky at me and only ever play when she feels like it. Alright, I better go and lie in front of the heater now. Talk to u guys later. Btw, mum and dad are really proud of me because I finally understand the word Heater. It's one of my fav spot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-7120172470400187230?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/7120172470400187230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/05/sorry-i-havent-been-updating-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/7120172470400187230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/7120172470400187230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/05/sorry-i-havent-been-updating-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-7516504420036469388</id><published>2009-05-09T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T04:29:22.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Bless...</title><content type='html'>At this very moment, I am feeling very blessed and loved. Being in the arms of daddy makes me feel that I'm the most special boy in the world. Mum and dad loves me more than anyone else does in the world. This week, mum has been really busy and has been hogging my laptop (hmm... it's actually hers) for the week in preparation for the business, Perkypaws! She loves the name as it was the same name that she used when she was in the similar business when she was in Singapore. Everything has been confirmed and she should be receiving her first delivery of stock by Monday. A total of about 65 outfits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got magical powers. When faced with me, nobody can stay angry for long. Isn't that magical? I did a really naughty thing on Friday. I was cold and tired so I fully utilised the opportunity to stay in bed despite my urgency to use the loo. Therefore, I had an accident. I pee in mum and dad's bed. OH MY GOD! I've never seen such fury in mum. She smacked me real hard and put me outside. I didn't even understand why she was so mad at me. I was so scared of her for a while even after she let me in. However, when she was seated on the ground writting a card, I took my chance. I did my famous army crawl to mum. Bit by bit.... In the end, victory was on my side. Mum can't help but forgive me and I got my mum back. I got snuggles and kisses from her in no time. However she had to complain to dad about my misfortune and the amount of work I put her through with just the cleaning up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about the misfortunes that happened during the week. Something more lightening. Our house is getting built next week and mum got a role in a beer commercial. I hope daddy gets a role too cause he deserves it. He's my favourite man! I will nag at mum to update the photos of the house building process, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure everyone around you, folks! Live every day as if it is going to be your last. Play hard, love fierecely and have a clear conscience. You never know what will happen tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-7516504420036469388?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/7516504420036469388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/05/feeling-bless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/7516504420036469388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/7516504420036469388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/05/feeling-bless.html' title='Feeling Bless...'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-4654552334038453603</id><published>2009-05-01T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T00:07:53.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, myself and I</title><content type='html'>Sorry I have been a bit lazy recently to update my blog (actual fact is mum won't let me use her laptop because she's been hogging it every night for the last few nights). Here's some updates in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dad's friend, Trudy is critically ill in the hospital at the moment and tired mum and dad has to go there every night. The doctors don't think she's going to make it and it'll be a matter of days before she passes on. Her liver has failed and her heart has had a couple of failures. Overall, her whole body is slowly shutting down. Trudy is in a lot of pain so I'm praying that she won't have to suffer much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The building permit has finally been approved. LONG AWAITED!!! Mum and dad wasn't too happy though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mum bought her first cook book. Imagine that! Undomesticated mum actually wants to cook for daddy. She's looking into trying different varieties of food so dad won't be bored with her cooking. This must be the magical power of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mum has decided to start a little business on the side. She's done that in Singapore before and that's where her passion lies. She's selling dog apparels, especially winter wear. That probably means poor me would have to endure wearing all sorts of clothes so that I can be her model as Sooty isn't as photogenic. Keke... Loving daddy has been the source of support for mum's ideas. He's also the financial supporter. Mum can't stop raving about how sweet and supportive daddy is when he surprise her with an envelope containing her capital for her new venture. He even agrees to help her out with her Sunday market stall whenever possible. He's such a loving sweetheart, mum says. She even commented that I should be the same for Sooty but honestly, it's a bit hard when you have a crank for a wife. She's always mad at me (don't know why though). Love is oozing out of mum at the moment.... Love is in the air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I got a big smack yesterday. Mum rarely gets mad at me, let alone smack me and put me outside in the cold. She had a friend over with her dog Lili. I was barking non stop and mum was a bit mad. Then the HAPPENING began.... Lili got close to mum and jealousy drove me insane. I went up and bit her a couple of times. Mum got really mad at me and put me outside. When dad got home, I got to come in and dad became the Man of the House so I didn't have to protect mum and Sooty as much but once again, Lili came too close to mum and I bit her. Not hard and never did it once drew blood but my actions made mum really insane. I heard her mentioning to dad that they need to socialise me more. In my opinion, they should just not bring other dogs over and mum should not pay attention to other dogs. That way, there will be no problems on both side. The punishment upset me a little so I had to ask mum for extra cuddles. With my sad looking eyes, she couldn't stay mad at me for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... I need my afternoon nap now. The people have been going out constantly and leaving me at home alone with my princess. This makes me feel unsettled so now that they're home, I can curl up and go to sleep. I'll blog agin soon, my friends. Till then, love from the burger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-4654552334038453603?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/4654552334038453603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-myself-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/4654552334038453603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/4654552334038453603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-myself-and-i.html' title='Me, myself and I'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-8222507893474014812</id><published>2009-04-25T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T06:24:51.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>My lovestruck mummy saw the following description of love in one of her good friend's blog and she thinks it's so close to heart so she decides to share with everyone.... Hope pretty aunty Fiona won't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not to forget but to keep deep down in the heart,&lt;br /&gt;not to posesss,but to let go if he isn't meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;not to see but to know,&lt;br /&gt;not to hear but to listen,&lt;br /&gt;not to trouble but to understand,&lt;br /&gt;not to hinders but to give way,&lt;br /&gt;not to spoil but to fix&lt;br /&gt;not to give in, but to be cruel in a way,&lt;br /&gt;not to reply,but to acknowlege,&lt;br /&gt;not to feel sad, but to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever leave the one you love for the one you like, because the one you like will leave you for the one they love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a guy, who calls you beautiful instead of hot.&lt;br /&gt;Who calls you back when you hang up on him.&lt;br /&gt;Who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead.&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats.&lt;br /&gt; Who holds your hand in front of his friends.&lt;br /&gt;Who spends his weekends with you no matter how busy he is.&lt;br /&gt;Who pass you a drink when you are thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;Who accompanies you when you are down.&lt;br /&gt;Who will never think twice about his love for you.&lt;br /&gt;Who will always tell his friends you are someone special to him.&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you.&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, "…SHE'S THE ONE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-8222507893474014812?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/8222507893474014812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/04/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/8222507893474014812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/8222507893474014812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/04/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-2795405560408011266</id><published>2009-04-23T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:50:51.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling of love</title><content type='html'>This week has been a boring week for me. Nothing eventful whereby I simply slept, ate and played all day long till mum and dad comes home. However, I heard mum complaining about their builder. They're really slack in chasing the paperwork up and they further promise that the building permit should be ready by this week. Well, we'll know when that happens... this building delay is giving mum a lot of white hair but dad is more calm. He seems to simply take what happens when it happen. Unlike worried mum who gets worried about everything that might happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum was in a real softie mood this morning. She went on and on telling me what love is all about. I think dad must have been really sweet. This is what mum said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Monte, do you know what love is all about (that's when I give her my all famous blur look!)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you feel a rush of warmth into your heart in the presence of the other person&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you're willing to cook for the person for the rest of your life&lt;br /&gt;Love is when the other person brings you a glass of water and even though it s plain water, it still tastes sweeter than honey&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you're willing to wake up in the middle of the night to pour a glass of water for your love one&lt;br /&gt;Love is when cups of tea are always available when you fall sick&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, love is when you want to spend the rest of your life with the other party through the good and bad times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the most simple things in the world are simply proof of love. Just before the end of these mushy blog, I've included two pics. Two pics of the special men in mum's life. Don't we look cute together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sleeping daddy and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328408972703262386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SfJPusP7ZrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/V9PPYDPNxa8/s400/DSCN1092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last but not least, ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328408975860401954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SfJPu4AphyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/InY_qqLTdvw/s400/DSCN1093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-2795405560408011266?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/2795405560408011266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/04/feeling-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/2795405560408011266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/2795405560408011266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/04/feeling-of-love.html' title='Feeling of love'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SfJPusP7ZrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/V9PPYDPNxa8/s72-c/DSCN1092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-4674148488983172210</id><published>2009-04-17T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T04:42:45.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oma Singapore</title><content type='html'>God.... mum is going crazy. She's so excited and is talking in gibberish (but I can understand gibberish). Oma Singapore is coming for a visit on the 1 July. This is so exciting for mum who hasn't seen her mum for a year. She misses Oma Singapore so much. Mum reminded me that I've met Oma Singapore before but my memory is failing me. Apparently, Uncle Scot and her had saved my life the last time they were here. I was a small young and week little boy then who lapsed into a coma 3 times when I was a baby whenever the cold hits me. However, I am now a BIG BOY! A lot stronger than I was so hopefully, this winter will have a less significant impact on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time Oma Singapore is coming in the cold weather again and she doesn't like the cold. She's from tropical Singapore where it's warm all year round. You guys must be amazed that I remember all these details but by the time you're reading this, I would have forgotten everything. That's why a blog is a good idea. It lets me put things down so my poor brains don't have to overwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... hopefully Oma Singapore will bring lots of toys and yum yums for me... I am going to go back to sleep dreaming of my yum yum... Btw, I am not sure why Sooty is shivering after she heard that Oma Singapore is coming. Is she that scary? Is that why my other 3 sisters (Minnie, Muffin &amp;amp; Maia) are so obedient? Nah.... I am sure I will charm Oma with my cuteness and she will fall crazily in love with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-4674148488983172210?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/4674148488983172210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/04/oma-singapore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/4674148488983172210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/4674148488983172210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/04/oma-singapore.html' title='Oma Singapore'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-4594853376542988851</id><published>2009-04-17T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T04:26:34.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Old</title><content type='html'>I'm a year old on Wednesday. Everyone commented that I've seem to have grown some brains since I've turned one. A couple of amazing feats that I've been able to accomplish since I've turned one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can now sit unaided (usually I need to lean on something when I sit so that I don't slide or fall over)&lt;br /&gt;2. I can understand a bit more of what mum and dad is saying&lt;br /&gt;3. I now come into the house myself after dad lets me out on a toilet break when he gets up at 4.30am. I used to simply lie on the outside bed and not make any move to come when called because I am too lazy but now, I can finally balanced out the pros and cons of staying and coming in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, dad took the boys and I took the park and I had an ouchy day. I fell from a height and my poor left back foot is very sore. I am limping at the moment and dad is showering me with lots of tender care (when he's not yelling at the boys). I am basking in daddy's love and cuddles at the moment. Hopefully I hope my poor foot will feel better soon. I think the best thing to do is to sleep it off. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-4594853376542988851?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/4594853376542988851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-year-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/4594853376542988851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/4594853376542988851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-year-old.html' title='One Year Old'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-9032345993878516647</id><published>2009-04-13T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:43:09.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eastern Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SeQrrvXbOmI/AAAAAAAAACE/BZhS12IQrgw/s1600-h/Pier.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324428689907858018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SeQrrvXbOmI/AAAAAAAAACE/BZhS12IQrgw/s320/Pier.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SeQrremi8jI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MiaNXPjGitI/s1600-h/Overview+of+the+lagoon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324428685407875634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SeQrremi8jI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MiaNXPjGitI/s320/Overview+of+the+lagoon.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Easter Sunday, mum and dad decides to take a drive down to Geelong so that we can have a family leisure day out at the Eastern Beach (pics of the pier above). The water there is so calming and beautiful and there's even a closed off area so that the sharks can't get to us and we can still swim in the ocean. The close off area becomes like a lagoon and there's a lookout area (picture below) where people can jump off into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324428690992623938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SeQrrzaDcUI/AAAAAAAAACM/ACQZZO76_bE/s320/Focus+on+lookout.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Look at how blue and beautiful the ocean is. When we got there, we were so excited. There were many people and dogs around and we're allowed off-leash. How cool is that? Sooty wasn't though because dad said she hasn't been behaving that well and is not trustable while I am always mum and dad's Good Boy Boy (that's how mum calls me when she wants to praise me and I love it). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's some pics of us at the beach. As you can see clearly in the beach, I was roaming around freely while Sooty has to be leashed up. She really hated losing her freedom because she's more independent than I am. I don't really care much as long as I am with mum and dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324433650853245506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SeQwMgU-ckI/AAAAAAAAACo/Bk4_W2fXF9M/s320/Playing+galoots.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324433648250638322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SeQwMWodz_I/AAAAAAAAACg/Vhj9LsfrYMk/s320/Playful+galoots.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324433642275476578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SeQwMAX4FGI/AAAAAAAAACY/_Ok3RRTkruA/s320/Galoots+the+Explorer.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum says I have to share the funny story with you (I don't think it's that funny). As this was my virgin experience on the beach, I was really excited and started tearing down the beach. Some sand got onto my face and out of normal instinct, I tried to get rid of it by rubbing my face on the sand. OMG.... that didn't help at all (don't understand why though). More sand got onto my face and some even ended up in my eyes. I started panicking and the more I panic, the worse the situation is becoming. However, the people came to my rescue (even though they were laughing really hard at me). Mum picked me up and started brushing the sand off my face and dad helped her. Soon, they managed to get rid of all the sand that's on my face and eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was overwhelmed by the people on the beach. There were so many of them rushing up to me to tell me that both Sooty and I are gorgeous but because of my dumb look, most of them were more infatuated with me. Muahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Us on the beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324441180484986642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SeQ3CyZE5xI/AAAAAAAAADo/GiKapKwbmAo/s320/Dreamy+Monty.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324437777818059602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SeQz8ueEA1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/IQUG_DF1rpA/s320/Shade+with+dad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324437773109446210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SeQz8c7cRkI/AAAAAAAAADI/oz9dRuChZbc/s320/Throtting+Sooty.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324437762124076962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SeQz70AU16I/AAAAAAAAAC4/dbJR4B4cdcE/s320/Monty+checking+out+the+cracks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324437760410400002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SeQz7tnwNQI/AAAAAAAAACw/GltL0-RcNds/s320/Sooty+looking+at+camera.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324437769281614178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SeQz8Oq0MWI/AAAAAAAAADA/mR0wjUadF6A/s320/The+stone+walk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324441177098151026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SeQ3Clxl5HI/AAAAAAAAADg/RiVf-rVdORQ/s320/Monty+and+the+beach.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324441185083360306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SeQ3DDhahDI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZbAOEe8MCN4/s320/Handsome+Monty.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324441172600827602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SeQ3CVBWLtI/AAAAAAAAADY/Qdg7ZmeEE9g/s320/Monty+with+dad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324441191640352466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SeQ3Db8uRtI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XdNoCIPat5Y/s320/Monty+running+back+to+dad.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the sun is starting to set, mum and dad decides to call it a day off. On our drive home, we were so tired and fell asleep for the whole journey home which took around 1.5 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our way home ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324448126032569346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SeQ9XEkqZAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Y6Gmsbuq-Ns/s320/Way+Home.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324448117505021250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SeQ9WkziVUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/StxTIhyxJh0/s320/Sleeping+Sooty.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had a fantastic day out thanks to mum and dad. It's one of the best day in my life. Thanks dad for making it so special. You're the most wonderful dad in the world. Good night fellows. My bed is beckoning to me... I better listen to that! Sweet dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-9032345993878516647?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/9032345993878516647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/04/eastern-beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/9032345993878516647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/9032345993878516647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/04/eastern-beach.html' title='Eastern Beach'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SeQrrvXbOmI/AAAAAAAAACE/BZhS12IQrgw/s72-c/Pier.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-1641765459068772171</id><published>2009-04-09T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:02:02.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Weekend</title><content type='html'>It's the Easter Weekend! Hooray! I heard that the Easter bunny will arrive on Sunday and bring lots of chocolates for the kids. I'm a kid too so I hope that the Easter bunny will remember to bring me some chocolates. I've been a good boy so hopefully, the Easter bunny won't forget me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, mum has 3 days off in a row. This has not happened for a long time (so long that nobody knows how long). It will be a wonderful weekend for us. I heard mum talking about going for a drive with us and I really hope that will come true. I promiseeeeeeeeeeeee to be good, mum and dad! But come to think of it, I'm always good. Mum and dad always says I'm the better behaved one in the family even though Sooty has the brains. Maybe she should learn to use it a bit more. Try to work with the adults so that we can get what we want. This logic applies to the boys too. Can you hear me, boys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Good Friday. The first day of mum's break so kind dad took us all to Victoria Park. I love the place. Lots of smells and exciting scenes. In fact, I got to chase a man on bicycle, until mum told me off and I had to come back. Being off leash and roaming around freely is so much fun. However, I don't understand why but Sooty doesn't seems to be able to have as much fun as me. She can't wander off too far from mum. I w0nder why? Dad is a strict but fair loving man. He explained that it's because Sooty misbehaves last time and so she has to be on the leash as a punishment. Thank goodness I'm always well- behaved. We both had fun but I don't think Sooty likes the fact that I can "GET HER" when I want to but she can't really do much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you dad! Thank you for being so patient and loving with me as well as bringing me out to all the fun places! Without you, it would all have been just a dream. I love you, daddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-1641765459068772171?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/1641765459068772171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/1641765459068772171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/1641765459068772171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-weekend.html' title='Easter Weekend'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-1846608565963493609</id><published>2009-04-06T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T04:09:53.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winning my title hands down</title><content type='html'>Mum and dad has been commenting that I must be the laziest dog in the entire world. I'm not sure whether I should believe them or not but a few incidents seems to have convince them that if I considered myself as the 2nd laziest dog, no other canine will consider themselves as the 1st. Here's a few of the examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When I come in from the backyard and want to go to bed, I will simply flop onto the floor with my belly facing up, hoping that either mum or dad (whoever is the one who lets me in) will carry me all the way to bed (from the backdoor to the bed room is like a 2m walk. Really far, right?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When I'm let out into the backyard to go toilet, I immediately go to bed in the laundry (which is part of the backyard) and try to conserve all my energy and focus it on sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When mum or dad invites me into the house (as tempting as it may be), I will be so lazy to take a step that I will rather sleep outside in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When mum tries to tempt me into the house (it usually works the best), I will slide off my bed, rest on the ground a couple of times before finally reaching the back door. Mind you, if I really wanted to, it will have taken me less than 10 steps to get into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. In bed all snuggly and cosy with mum and dad, if I really want a drink, I will go up to them (usually dad though because he's better in reading my signals) and pant heavily. If he's asleep already and ignores my hint, I will just fall asleep beside him thirsty. In another words, I will rather die of thirst than to walk to the water bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If mum brings me out to pee, as soon as I finish, I will flop on the ground irregardless of where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I do have a few lazy points, I don't think I warrant the title of being the laziest dog in the world. What do you guys think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-1846608565963493609?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/1846608565963493609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/04/winning-my-title-hands-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/1846608565963493609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/1846608565963493609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/04/winning-my-title-hands-down.html' title='Winning my title hands down'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-5314040288494370444</id><published>2009-04-02T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T02:19:09.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SdR-TBkRW6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/7nXHKLsqrU0/s1600-h/Balmoral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320015925134580642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SdR-TBkRW6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/7nXHKLsqrU0/s320/Balmoral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SdR-SSV7-SI/AAAAAAAAABI/wOhYzc6Y9II/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320015912457992482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SdR-SSV7-SI/AAAAAAAAABI/wOhYzc6Y9II/s320/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking so much about our new place, my slacked mum still hasn't updated a pic of the house plan. Action needs to take place so I've decided to supervise her tonight. Here I am sitting on her lap making sure she's doing what she's supposed to be doing... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first pic is the full floor plan of the house while the second one is the land plan. It all looks too complicated for my little head to process so I think we should proceed to the lighter stuff ---- ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When mum and dad first got me (I'm born on the 15th of April), I was a burger with no ears and legs. I was like a little fluff ball with just stumps to support me (as you'll be able to see in the following two pics). Slowly, my fat little legs grew out and I became more little a little dog instead of a cotton wool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me at 3 months old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SdSBnG9gr8I/AAAAAAAAABo/7CLWigcHbRw/s1600-h/100_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320019568714887106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SdSBnG9gr8I/AAAAAAAAABo/7CLWigcHbRw/s320/100_0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SdSBmnYSKTI/AAAAAAAAABg/OnOH-kQyeQs/s1600-h/100_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320019560237246770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SdSBmnYSKTI/AAAAAAAAABg/OnOH-kQyeQs/s320/100_0074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I had a spurt of growth. At about 6 months old, both my parents decided that my features are so delicate that they have decided to introduce their new little one- Montessa. I'm so glad that didn't last cause I didn't like being in a dress much.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320017984225960146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SdSAK4R6YNI/AAAAAAAAABY/Qqxsm097TFU/s320/Pretty+Monty.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time to go out for a pee before I head to bed. Till then, folks. See you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-5314040288494370444?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/5314040288494370444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/04/house-plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/5314040288494370444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/5314040288494370444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/04/house-plan.html' title='House Plan'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SdR-TBkRW6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/7nXHKLsqrU0/s72-c/Balmoral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-651189525704225132</id><published>2009-03-31T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T02:47:19.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another week has gone</title><content type='html'>Counting down to the time that I move into my new house.... apparently another 17 more weeks if there were no hiccups. Now that the time is getting closer, I'm actually not feeling that overjoyed. Mum and dad had their 3rd weekend together without the boys and Sooty and I thought, "Great! Now some time for just the four of us to have some bonding time together". Maybe we could do something together as a family but oh no... that didn't go as plan. Dad and mum spent the entire weekend away from us. Mum chatted excitedly to us after she came home but I was disinterested. The people are so excited about the new move but it means we're spending less quality time together. I hope they make it up to us with lots of yum yum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how they spent their "boring" weekend. Both days were spent shopping... comparing prices of different stuff for the new house. They had to run up and down a few places but mum says it's all worth it. I overheard their conversation and the following is their achievement for the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. An airconditioner&lt;br /&gt;2. A new strong vacumn cleaner that's specially catered to suck pet hair out of the carpet&lt;br /&gt;3. A DVD/VCR player (because daddy still loves his VCR)&lt;br /&gt;4. A 7 piece dining setting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that costs a burnt in their pockets but it's all worth it in the end. There're lots more things that mum and dad needs to buy for the new house but that will have to wait because it's the weekend with the boys. Keke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S/ Mum and dad went shopping for a new mattress too and they got all mushy trying out the new comfy ones. Dad said that it makes him feel like he's sleeping on clouds but the mattress are pretty expensive. Around $2- $3k.... I hope if they get one, I will get to sleep on it all day long... *Dreaming*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-651189525704225132?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/651189525704225132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-week-has-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/651189525704225132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/651189525704225132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-week-has-gone.html' title='Another week has gone'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-3327083819314794600</id><published>2009-03-23T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T02:33:29.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new house</title><content type='html'>Mum and dad told us that our new house would be completed by the end of July. We're delighted (or should I say, I am delighted because nothing ever makes Sooty happy). Everyone is really excited about the prospects of moving into our own new house but dad is very worried about his busy schedule. Dad's been complaining that he has got too much to do but too little time. I wish I can help but I'm only small (good excuse, right?) Well, I actually do try to help out as much as possible. For eg, if mum spills anything during her cooking, I will lick it up. Aren't I a good boy? There's a lot to do to get ready for the shifting of house and I am part of the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend mum and dad is going to be very busy. They have to look for things for the new house such as a aircon, storage space for their walk-in wardrope and maybe things for cute burger? kekek..... Daddy, are u reading this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-3327083819314794600?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/3327083819314794600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-new-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/3327083819314794600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/3327083819314794600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-new-house.html' title='Our new house'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-8807080691316283443</id><published>2009-03-19T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T04:03:21.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy Thursday</title><content type='html'>I woke up feeling very gloomy. Must be Thursday Blues. Mummy had a long day at work today and dad didn't have much time with us either. It's just Sooty and me chasing each other in the backyard for the day. Just before mum knocked off, dad came back and let us know that mum is coming home soon. That excites me so much that I rushed right into the house to the front door and waited for mummy. Both Sooty and I got tired from the wait after a little while so we laid down watching the front door for mum's return. I miss my mum and dad so much when they're not at home. But mum's not working tomorrow so I'm looking forward to that! Hooray.... a morning snuggle with mum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-8807080691316283443?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/8807080691316283443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/03/gloomy-thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/8807080691316283443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/8807080691316283443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/03/gloomy-thursday.html' title='Gloomy Thursday'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-7176545950046795051</id><published>2009-03-16T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T02:16:18.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring Weekend</title><content type='html'>I had a tiring weekend. On sat night, mum had a couple of friends over to catch up... Beau, Cam and Laura. Beau used to work with mummy but now, he's moved to the city. Every now and then he will come and visit us but on sat night, he stayed over. Beau, Laura, mum and dad had a drinking session and played a few drinking games. They included me in their games and I wasn't impressed *eyes rolling*. Everyone got pretty drunk and started dancing to the music. Even dad got roped in and danced a little with mum. I never thought daddy would ever dance but he looks pretty cool. I was terrified of Beau even though he was really nice to me. He tried to play with me and said hi but I simply turned my head away and tried to climb further up dad's shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eventually went to bed at 4am and because dad is an early riser, I didn't get enough of my beauty sleep and ended up with dark rings around my eye.... God... I need my beauty sleep. As the saying goes (or should I say my saying goes), deprivation of sleep makes one age at least 10 years overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, mum and dad took Laura and Beau to the Sunday market and because dogs aren't allowed to come along, they didn't bring me. That upsets me because I love being with the people but nevertheless, I still have Sooty with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better go disturb my princess now cause she's sleeping really soundly. Nothing excites me more than seeing her getting grumpy.... and then chases me around the house. Lol....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-7176545950046795051?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/7176545950046795051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/03/tiring-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/7176545950046795051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/7176545950046795051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/03/tiring-weekend.html' title='Tiring Weekend'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-6005399913580830853</id><published>2009-03-11T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T02:28:22.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In loving memory of Merlin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SbjVQkQr_HI/AAAAAAAAABA/by9ufKXUCks/s1600-h/Amada,+Merlin+&amp;amp;+Me+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312230241071791218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SbjVQkQr_HI/AAAAAAAAABA/by9ufKXUCks/s320/Amada,+Merlin+%26+Me+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night mummy came home very emotional. I was very confused. Did I do something naughty to upset her? Soon, I heard her getting ready to leave the house. I wonder what's going on? Then daddy came home and I heard her telling daddy about what the sad news was. Her best friend's cat has just left the world. The photo above is of Merlin, Amanda and mum. Isn't he gorgeous? It was really sudden and it was due to liver failure. His name was Merlin and he was the best cat that mum ever knew. Mum was never a cat person and is really terrified of cats because of an incident that happened to her dad when she was a young girl. He was attacked by a stray cat and that left a really deep impression in her mind. The impact was so great that she used to freeze when a cat comes close by and she would do anything to avoid being near one. However, Merlin was very very special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When mum first made the decision to move to Australia for her residency, she lived with her best friend, Amanda for a few months. However, she missed home and my sisters (Minnie and Muffin) heaps. Merlin was a great source of support. He used to be the one that mum sobs to deep in the middle of the night everynight. Mum had problems sleeping because she was so homesick and she constantly wondered if she had made the right decision. Merlin just sits there quietly and let her cry into his warm snuggly body. His consistent purring was what helped to calm mum down enough to drift off to a night's rest. Without him, mum won't have made it so easily. She might have given up and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a tribute to the most wonderful cat that mum ever knew:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching as the days goes by&lt;br /&gt;Touching the heart whose those had cried&lt;br /&gt;Photos of memories will be in mind&lt;br /&gt;Never will your legacy die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existing in the time of you and mine&lt;br /&gt;Tears, with which that can't be dried&lt;br /&gt;Sadly missed by all who remains&lt;br /&gt;Grateful for the chance of knowing you&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the time to be reunite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my dear Merlin!&lt;br /&gt;You've been more than just a cat&lt;br /&gt;Not in my life. Not in time.&lt;br /&gt;It'll never be a real goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again is right.&lt;br /&gt;Fond memories of you will live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merlin will live in the hears of everyone who knew him. Let us all reflect in his beauty and the love that Merlin has taught to many...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-6005399913580830853?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/6005399913580830853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-loving-memory-of-merlin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/6005399913580830853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/6005399913580830853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-loving-memory-of-merlin.html' title='In loving memory of Merlin'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SbjVQkQr_HI/AAAAAAAAABA/by9ufKXUCks/s72-c/Amada,+Merlin+%26+Me+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-888029335958432160</id><published>2009-03-07T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T02:52:56.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to the vet</title><content type='html'>Silly dad turned off the modem before I could publish my blog and I thought I lost everything. Mum was really upset and disappointed so sweet Jimi wanted to make her feel better by writing this on my behalf (remember I got a sore foot so I can't type real quick).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimi's Version of what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is had ow ow and mummy and daddy didn't know what it was. I was screaming in pain if anyone touched my in my sore spot.Luckerly i had the loving support from mummy,daddy,jimi and ky and i'm getting better already.We got to watch a movie in the people's bed(and i got to sit on mummy"s lap right through the movie).I think(which made my brain hert)that i am getting so much love so far and am going to need to get some rest.which i am finding it uncomfertable to rest becuse of my pain.Today i had to go to the vet and i had a doctor called dr lee.My wifey had to come along to support me which i think was nice of her (that was unusual).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-888029335958432160?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/888029335958432160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/03/visit-to-vet_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/888029335958432160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/888029335958432160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/03/visit-to-vet_07.html' title='Visit to the vet'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-196726596541636020</id><published>2009-03-07T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T02:50:49.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit to the Vet</title><content type='html'>It's hard to be a Monte.... Last night, whilst Jimi's was lifting me up from his lap before we all settle down to watch a movie in bed, I squeal twice. Mum rushed over and had a look at me and I had to let mum know what was wrong. My back leg was hurting and mum initially thought it might be my dew claws. However, it wasn't (I'll explain more later). The only good thing that came out of it was I got to sleep on mum's lap (the boys didn't get to share me... keke) through the whole movie. Mum and dad was worried about hurting me further if I slept with them that night so I had to sleep alone in my own squeezy and tiny bed just beside the big human bed. That was not very nice for me. I've never slept away from my parents for a long time and it didn't feel too right. I heard mum and dad discussing about bringing me to the vet in the morning but as it's Sunday, there might not be any open. The boys, especially Ky was very worried about me. He even cried and dad had to comfort him and tell him that I will be ok soon. Ky, I will be alright soon! I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.... I am in such agony that I can't even go to toilet. As you would know, I am a real man so I need to lift my leg to pee but I am in such pain that i can't even stand or walk. After standing in the cold with me for about 10 mins, mum thought of an ingenious idea. Since I like to mark when I am outside, why not make use of that opportunity to let me go toilet? So mum took me to the front yard and put me near the pole. Unble to resist the temptation to mark my territory, I hobble and did a really quick pee before the pain overtook me and I flopped onto the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up early in the middle of the night, dad did the same for me. This allowed me to relieve myself. I am so fortunate to have such a loving dad who goes the extra way for me. I love you, dad! U rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as it's 9am on Sunday morning, mum started ringing around for any available vets. There is none open on a Sunday so after a quick discussion, they decided that I needed to go to Emergency (which costs a lot of money).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vet was able to get me in an hour later. Being at the vet was a terrifying experience. He did a check over and touched my sore leg. Dr Lee (was his name) said that my back ankle is inflamed and swollen. When he touched me, I squealed with such pain that it upsets everyone that was there. Dr Lee couldn't tell if I fractured my knee but he can't have an xray done till Tue anyway so he did his best. He gave me an anti- inflamatory injection to help bring my swelling down and my oh my... just a quick consultation with the vet caused mum more than $100! While I was there, Dr Lee did a quick check at my teeth to make sure I don't have any baby teeth still left in my mouth while my adult ones grew out of the same spot (Sooty had to have 5 extracted because hers didn't fall off naturally). I've got such perfect set of teeth that I could do an ad for COLGATE! After that, it's a ride home and lots of rest for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on.... I heard the people getting ready to go out. I think they're going to the Begonia Festival. I am going to check that out to see if I'm coming along! See you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-196726596541636020?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/196726596541636020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/03/visit-to-vet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/196726596541636020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/196726596541636020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/03/visit-to-vet.html' title='A Visit to the Vet'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-3454969792428595325</id><published>2009-03-06T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:29:14.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Approaching</title><content type='html'>QUIET EVERYONE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I hear? Shush.... I think I'm in for some fun. This weekend is the Begonia Festival. It is a floral festival whereby there are exciting activities for everyone. Lots of displays and shows going on around Lake Wendouree for everyone in the family. This is my very first Begonia festival. I hope that mum and dad will bring the boys and us there.... (please mum and dad, if you're reading my blog!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I'm a very fortunate boy. When weekend approaches, we usually do something together as a family. Sometimes they're a lot of fun... I remembered the event that we attended together as a family at Snake Valley. My wifey and I took part in a "Fancy Dress" competition and we won the first prize. I was the groom and she as my bride. I even roped mum in for an extra effect and she was the bridesmaid for our wedding. God... the prizes were marvelous. Even include a free vet consultation voucher as well as lots of special toys and treats. There were many different competitions at the Snake Valley. Jimi (he's the cute guy in the below picture) and Sooty even took part in the Dogs in Tshirt competition but they didn't win. It was not a very clear cut compeition and I didn't think it was fair. It was actually a running competition but nobody knew. I think my princess should have won. She looks so cutesy in the pic. Don't you guys reckon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309985360984960754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SbDbjWQIbvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CRf9lJ-uM5c/s320/Jimi+and+Sooty.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When mum was brushing us tonight, the boys commented on how handsome I look. I look adoringly at Sooty and tried to tell her that she's gorgeous too but she ignored me and keeps looking at the chicken treat that was in mum's hand. What a glutton. Jimi then came up with a really good reminder of how we feel for each other. It's sad but true... Sooty hates me as much as she loves herself (and my oh my.... she LOVES herself). If given the opportunity to do so, she will look in the mirror the whole day long reminding herself how gorgeous she is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's time for me to hit the sack. I've been to the boys schools and to their new house... A very tiring day for poor me. But the good thing that came out of it was I GOT A NEW COAT! Hooray.... Mum and dad rocks! They take so good care of me. Love u guys..... Night night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-3454969792428595325?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/3454969792428595325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend-approaching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/3454969792428595325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/3454969792428595325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend-approaching.html' title='Weekend Approaching'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SbDbjWQIbvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CRf9lJ-uM5c/s72-c/Jimi+and+Sooty.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-800638738321214431</id><published>2009-03-05T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T16:38:16.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cold Friday</title><content type='html'>Cold day today.... brrg... There's been a dramatic drop in temperature. Wed was almost 32 degrees and Thur and Fri (today) has only been a maximum of 12 degrees. I am so cold. Mum and dad is very worried about me. Mum left me in the house yesterday when she left for work because she's concerned that the cold will render me weak and unconscious again. However, I was such a good boy. I did not make a mess of the house and dad told mum about it. Mum was so proud of me and told me that I am a good boy. However, my Sooty didn't have the same luck. She had to go outside. I heard mum told dad that it's because when mum told her to go out to toilet, she disobeyed and continued her dreamland in the warm people's bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard mum told dad that she will go get me a warm water proof jacket because the winter is approaching. It might be dramatic increases and decreases in temperatures again. God.... I am so fortunate. My parents love me so much. I think it's because I'm such a burger....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no more updates on the building of our new haven. Heard that the land settlement is on the 20 March and after that, then they can apply for the building permit which should take about 2 weeks, then the building of our new house can commence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I saw mummy pack a parcel of dog treats (*drool*)... There's many different yummy treats in it. Looking at it makes me so hungry but mummy says that it's not for me. It's for her best friend's baobei, Candy. Lucky Candy.... (wish I was her)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-800638738321214431?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/800638738321214431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/03/cold-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/800638738321214431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/800638738321214431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/03/cold-friday.html' title='A Cold Friday'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-6984662016734352093</id><published>2009-02-28T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:38:32.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SaoeNhbyakI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bOG4AB_SePE/s1600-h/right+view.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308088328471603778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SaoeNhbyakI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bOG4AB_SePE/s320/right+view.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SaoeNVfTDFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JtCWJJfnQNw/s1600-h/left+view+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308088325265099858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SaoeNVfTDFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JtCWJJfnQNw/s320/left+view+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SaoeNEGEUDI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WlHplEHy9kE/s1600-h/overall+view.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308088320595873842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SaoeNEGEUDI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WlHplEHy9kE/s320/overall+view.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard mum and dad talking yesterday about a new house. We're building a new house, a new haven for my princess (Sooty) and me. Mum was pretty excited and pestered daddy to take her to the new place (which is just a vacant land now) so she can keep the blog updated with the updates of the house. As you can see, the above are some pics of the land that we've bought. I can't wait to create a love nest with my wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum says she will slowly spruce up my blog for me cause it looks really down now but I don't think she will. She's pretty slack in all that but I will try and get on her case about updating my blog..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In soon to come, I will introduce you to everyone in my family. I love them all to bits because I'm a LOVE MONSTER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-6984662016734352093?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/6984662016734352093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/6984662016734352093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/6984662016734352093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-beginning.html' title='A new beginning'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_siLDRbHxABA/SaoeNhbyakI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bOG4AB_SePE/s72-c/right+view.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4808653785217044373.post-2272667906178599293</id><published>2009-02-28T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:41:53.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Post</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;This is my first posting in the new blog mummy created for me. Mummy tried to explain to me what a blog means but it was too much for my tiny brains to comprehend. A short introduction about me.... My name is Monte and I'm born on the 15 April 08. My pedigree name was a long one that ended with Mighty Mouse and fortunately for me, mummy and daddy was kind enough to rename me as Monte, the Burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my little family, we have Daddy (whom I listen to the most), Mummy (whom I love the most), the boys (Jimi and Ky who both loves me the most. keke... ) and Sooty, my wife to be. The humans mention something about Sooty and me living in sin and that needs to be corrected so we need to be officially married. Talking about Sooty confuses me lots (it doesn't take much to confuse me). She's sometimes cold to me but sometimes overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard mummy and daddy mentioning that there will be a lot of changes in my life this year so I thought it might be a good idea for me to blog it down so that I don't have to overheat (oops... I mean overwork) my limited brain capacity. Good thing I've got looks and love to make up for everything else that is lacking in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4808653785217044373-2272667906178599293?l=gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/feeds/2272667906178599293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-this-is-my-first-posting-in-new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/2272667906178599293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4808653785217044373/posts/default/2272667906178599293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gospel-of-monte.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-this-is-my-first-posting-in-new-blog.html' title='My First Post'/><author><name>Monte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17742382652428081390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
