Boobies & Babies

Last week, we went to Fatass Mich's not-so-close uncle's petshop. I was there. With my black and blue pet cargo. Once we were there, I stumbled upon a group of cam-whorers. Precisely, the doggie family, goldies. The pack of golden retrievers. Our doggie family! And to be 100% more accurate, it's Bobby's babies. In other words, it's Boobies babies. Bobby/Boobie/Bob/Blondie. Quite a plethora of nicks he had. Boobie sounds great though. BOL. Before proceeding any further, it is wise for me to post up some macho and vain snapshots of Boobie (*smacked by Boobie*). Okay, Bobby, that is. T.T




To make this paw-prints post intriguing, Boobie suggests that suspension would be good. Well, to Boobie, show your boobies and this will make the readers get intrigued and go huh hah. Enough said (*smacked by Boobie again*). Paw-prints post logo... (*forcely*)




And here goes the macho sexyback. Suspend, suspend, suspend.




Ahah!! Boobie is showing what monstrous and grostesque means; with his appearance, of course. BOL (*smacked thrice*).




As usual, he's a bit of my character; get aroused by bitches. Ooh-la-la~




Fatass Mich : Woo, Goldies are always people's favourite.
Whisky : Not anymore when you bumped into our version of Goldie; Boobie. (*chuckles*)
Fatass Mich : Well, as I know, Goldies or generally known as Golden Retrievers are formerly originated from Great Britain. And do take note that Golden Retrievers and Labrador are two diff breeds although they fall under the same category; retrievers.
Whisky : Our Boobie was born in Chow Kit though. (*chuckles*)
Boobie : Do you want this? (*raised his gigantic paws*)
Whisky : Okay, okay. You explain about your family then... (*sulking*)
Boobie : Most Goldies have smooth and wavy golden or cream coats. Fawn, to be exact. Goldies are easily groomed. Unlike Silky Terriers. (*while staring at Whisky*)
Whisky : What's wrong?? At least my coat is silkier than yours!
Boobie : We goldies are all loveable, intelligent, calm, alert and sensitive dog with a very good memory. We don't bark or yap non-stop, and we love people. And none the other, family. We are one family pet. An ideal family companion. Unlike someone else. (*while staring at Whisky*)
Whisky : Sociable konon. Btw, sensitive isn't a good thing okay!
Boobie : 50/50. If you treat us harshly and badly; like how you snap at me now, you are now harming my accomodating nature.
Whisky : Hmmph... To cut short, just say EMO la.
Boobie : Overall, we Goldies need more exercise than the average doggies. So, most of us are multi-talented. In other words, we love to swim, play tug of war, retrieve frisbees and fly-ball. Ehem, cam-whoring included. Besides, we can get along very well with most living things. And we love humans to the max. Easily trained somemore!
Fatass Mich : Ohh. That is why most Goldies were trained exclusively to guide the disabled people.
Boobie : That's right. We called it assistance doggie. Besides, the bigger the skull and the paws of the Goldie, the more pricey it is!
Fatass Mich : No wonder Golden Retrievers are popular doggies.
Whisky : Cut the crap. (*angrily said*)
Fatass Mich : Macho-nyer Bobby!!!
Boobie : (*posing macho-ly*)
Whisky : =.='

Back to his babies, I must say, it's a whole bunch of them. However, it needs 3 more to maketh a team of football doggie players. Dribble, dribble, dribble. Or let's make it another way round, it needs an additional of one pupsie to form a baseball team. So, guess. How many were there? To conclude this so-called-confusing and calculative lame question, it's 8 of them. Boobie, you're the man and the strong dada of the week. Moving on, as the old adage goes; pictures are worth millions of words. So, let's not waste any time.




Posting more snapshots of those cute canine camwhore expertise that I've met in the petshop. Sweet, aren't they?







Argumentative, yet they look like fluffy fawn dandelions. Aww...






Aww... Wait. Is he already dead??




A common sight to see these cam-whorers dozing off at daytime.




And for that kind of pupsies overloaded with gratifying talents, it's kind of pricey to me. With that sum of money, I can approx purchase 1500 beef-sticks. And that's equivalent to almost 3 months supply of scrumptious treats.




But somehow, to some extend, it's worth that price because their innocent and fat appearances will definitely melt your heart away. Just look at him...




After some doubts and uncertainty, Boobie assured that these pack of Goldies belongs to him. He also vows that he will not ever do it again. Making babies and making love with strangers. BOL.




Anyway, he's goddamn thin and haggard-looking right after a day or perhaps, two; after joining the love-making scene. Poor you. I can really sense that you're one part of my soul. FYI, I'm darn skinny too. What differs between Boobie and me is; I'm hot, he's not! XD (*signature of devilish grin*)




Fatass Mich : Enough of poking fun at Bobby... Pity him.
Whisky : Pity your fatass.
Fatass Mich : What the dog?! I'm speechless. =.=
Whisky : Good. That's what I attempted to. So, fatass. What's in that thing?
Fatass Mich : What thing?? Do clearly explain your clouded and perplexing question.
Whisky : Let me rephrase the Q, P-brain (pea-brain). I asked what's in that air-tight container?!!
Fatass Mich : Pea-brain?! =.= Well, it's something edible and chocolatey and kahluas and dessicated coconuts and.... (*Whisky cuts in*)





Whisky : Oh yeah, just to remind you of something! P-brain as in Pui-Yi's brain. That is your brain, owner (*smiles sweetly*). I forgot to tell you that I have finished my food today and cleaned my bowl. It was so shiny by then.
Fatass Mich : Uh-huh.
Whisky : Erm. And I cleaned off Rufus's bowl as well.
Fatass Mich : Hmm.
Whisky : Perrrrrrr-leaseeeeeeeeeeee (*with sparkling eyes and sincere begging*)





Fatass Mich : Do grab a bite; for my own sake. :)





Whisky : Yumm... What's the name of these poos? Cakes, I mean. (*gluttonly chewed a piece of it*)
Fatass Mich : Erm... Imperfect Chocolatte' Cakes?? And one more; Coconut Bites! (*nervously said*)
Whisky : =.= (*stopped chewing anything that he's currently chewing/stupified*)



Signing Out;
Master Whisky.De.Bordeaux