tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13554389642347436352012-02-16T17:17:05.372+08:00Petrine Woohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02143237088690159612noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355438964234743635.post-41014000770410430292008-05-19T21:47:00.002+08:002008-05-19T22:02:48.779+08:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PTHblrdpUcY/SDGIcnF7mBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rPgNorXlRUk/s1600-h/Image(168).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202089069701208082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PTHblrdpUcY/SDGIcnF7mBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rPgNorXlRUk/s320/Image(168).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Cookie mated with Chris' female dog, Cherry. She gave birth to the first batch of puppies on 24th Dec 2000. (Or was it 2001?) Both Chris and I didnt know that she had given birth as we went for a christmas mass that evening. When we came back, Cookie was outside the toilet while Cherry was inside the toilet. She was very dirty but the puppies were as white as the clouds. She had cleaned them up. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>She was a good mommy. She nursed them until she was very thin. We had to feed her milk to replenish her loss of calcium and forced fed her calcium tablets. We also fed her fruits. She loves Everthing! From apples, grapes, bananas, papayas to even oranges. Her puppies will also go crazy over papayas. (I heard from Jaslyn that Zorro will bark when they buy papayas) </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>She also toilet-trained them well. The puppies will only pee and poo in the toilet. The puppies recognised the blue toilet tiles and did their business there. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>We sold two puppies to our neighbour. The third one was Zorro. We gave him to Jaslyn when her dog passed away. Zorro has found a good family. They really pampered him alot. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355438964234743635-4101400077041043029?l=cookies-under-my-bed.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Petrine Woohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02143237088690159612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355438964234743635.post-62537222445758274442008-05-19T16:43:00.000+08:002008-05-19T17:34:46.359+08:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PTHblrdpUcY/SDFJp3F7mAI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Oer_Q8x59Fo/s1600-h/Image(508).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202020028101924866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PTHblrdpUcY/SDFJp3F7mAI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Oer_Q8x59Fo/s320/Image(508).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I was saddened when one friend had to put down his dog. His dog was 11 years old and she had cancer. They sent her to be put to sleep.<br /><br />I remembered that Cookie is 10 years old this year. And I wanted to do something to remember him before he goes to Far-Away-Land.<br /><br />He came to me as a White Christmas present in Dec 1998. Before Cookie came, Christopher already brought me around to the pet shop (in Nov) to look at the dogs there. I told him that I prefer Maltese to Beagles. So, Christopher waited for the next batch of dogs to arrive. When Chris' bonus came, he spent it on the Maltese dog, milk powder, leash, pet food and training kit. It came to a whopping $950, just $50 shy of $1k.<br /><br />Cookie was so tiny that I was afraid of hurting him.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1355438964234743635-6253722244575827444?l=cookies-under-my-bed.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Petrine Woohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02143237088690159612noreply@blogger.com0