tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-183845662024-03-19T04:46:31.852+00:00BooBoo, Ginga, and the World of Dogs6 humans, 2 dogs, 1 cat and 4 apartments = mayhemMosilagerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293536314807508468noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18384566.post-28129910816044432562008-11-28T03:00:00.012+00:002008-11-28T03:30:05.378+00:00Thanksgiving in photos<span style="font-weight: bold;">First, a bit of playing and exercising:</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFZH4lvv2-N_V0hfLRpDSxdeowtl9OwXYFBp-NIGnlCJGCbvF2BJW6mqnA6181uWUXzOS-bhIdcfiln5kVMoZuSR6VSmJ6Z67htftAof1UXhSpF0wfOc0oiSGRjBp9tUtfJ84T/s1600-h/photo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFZH4lvv2-N_V0hfLRpDSxdeowtl9OwXYFBp-NIGnlCJGCbvF2BJW6mqnA6181uWUXzOS-bhIdcfiln5kVMoZuSR6VSmJ6Z67htftAof1UXhSpF0wfOc0oiSGRjBp9tUtfJ84T/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273538390056248946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxWaiQ3N_nzd0NZiaQvMqW1C7UadrCV7vauWI476JMl2ZsmjQrAEo-C3qR3Nnq1JkremHbuog676bDgcuMfm5q5ca5n0pcovnVZ7wzyVJ6WPJM-Umz0fPng3Xo-cRgfLmkAWI4/s1600-h/nov+074.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxWaiQ3N_nzd0NZiaQvMqW1C7UadrCV7vauWI476JMl2ZsmjQrAEo-C3qR3Nnq1JkremHbuog676bDgcuMfm5q5ca5n0pcovnVZ7wzyVJ6WPJM-Umz0fPng3Xo-cRgfLmkAWI4/s400/nov+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273542681688910258" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4OGU4nML5tlRaPRm1Bi5rcvXoJEnSXZCNmpIyklrKHQoohLucl9sSq9_jrvFowiB8cUYbJv3KEA8glfj74E6BU5HjFdzPDvw0HYok_qWg7VBuHOkEFPA0luSlry_UME8U8vYL/s1600-h/photo(3).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4OGU4nML5tlRaPRm1Bi5rcvXoJEnSXZCNmpIyklrKHQoohLucl9sSq9_jrvFowiB8cUYbJv3KEA8glfj74E6BU5HjFdzPDvw0HYok_qWg7VBuHOkEFPA0luSlry_UME8U8vYL/s320/photo(3).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273538764150779394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Then a bit of eating (& begging for human food)</span>.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdq-thEJKYaN532rSv8n2Rp6rUFFjWP9by3sZJxurMm1XBrnsfk-kYhPlBfLdLw5YxDyVw6sePmGZAnTtz_EldoBofABCyF1shWs8kjoEZrVlhJwcHXQVHtHZ-zX5HoqCM4408/s1600-h/pets+050.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdq-thEJKYaN532rSv8n2Rp6rUFFjWP9by3sZJxurMm1XBrnsfk-kYhPlBfLdLw5YxDyVw6sePmGZAnTtz_EldoBofABCyF1shWs8kjoEZrVlhJwcHXQVHtHZ-zX5HoqCM4408/s400/pets+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273542176750913282" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQiHXbKC6SJi3Y9YZ3vgpFNceBDqhH9rqGW0XyH6wOixTdPSNOQuxWi6tr8bCy6mX3W9WuEQrb_iApayLYBYiwjOfeaGRGw3psgMbslAdzLuj-hvvj5Nk-QawwPL9lNKuLcBpU/s1600-h/nov+140.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQiHXbKC6SJi3Y9YZ3vgpFNceBDqhH9rqGW0XyH6wOixTdPSNOQuxWi6tr8bCy6mX3W9WuEQrb_iApayLYBYiwjOfeaGRGw3psgMbslAdzLuj-hvvj5Nk-QawwPL9lNKuLcBpU/s400/nov+140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273543067723122226" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWq4qB5QPJJoZ4dTIrzHN8OzdlrfjkDHKStrrX_58C4NrO2COyX67tw3ARak7YpkOvY6z8XIL5_LQ-JeJQ8xrI6x9sKO4U5r2eGJZ2A7PGcPisuznohW5Rt6uofPHaFXDVqoYx/s1600-h/nov+135.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWq4qB5QPJJoZ4dTIrzHN8OzdlrfjkDHKStrrX_58C4NrO2COyX67tw3ARak7YpkOvY6z8XIL5_LQ-JeJQ8xrI6x9sKO4U5r2eGJZ2A7PGcPisuznohW5Rt6uofPHaFXDVqoYx/s400/nov+135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273542907921256546" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">and finally, the tryptophane kicked in. Time for a nap:</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFgKAdH0mFHT81qcjpxwNyCEJcuwF1zZBWG8wtrrgcO_i4_eloyA5rabjs7NxWWh6sQqoymiB2Jyw-yLVoAZubJ-AOu66wGenw94pPX95aT3BANHlwC7iClKrAmHy3IJJbpW52/s1600-h/nov+042.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFgKAdH0mFHT81qcjpxwNyCEJcuwF1zZBWG8wtrrgcO_i4_eloyA5rabjs7NxWWh6sQqoymiB2Jyw-yLVoAZubJ-AOu66wGenw94pPX95aT3BANHlwC7iClKrAmHy3IJJbpW52/s400/nov+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273542469614031810" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj64lkX-emkY5qEyt0ZbkdCW89hVI4RoMUaM-mSeQF3WjfBfbICP6ge-BzCaAYR0UgtVKwq1hI7EpBe-I-ZJY6VXj6yrJyb0C2j4NAuh44rFgEmgL-M_zwn5JJ-5W9LX9pDY8HN/s1600-h/nov+019.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj64lkX-emkY5qEyt0ZbkdCW89hVI4RoMUaM-mSeQF3WjfBfbICP6ge-BzCaAYR0UgtVKwq1hI7EpBe-I-ZJY6VXj6yrJyb0C2j4NAuh44rFgEmgL-M_zwn5JJ-5W9LX9pDY8HN/s400/nov+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273542320873042834" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9dwHZi11ipF9b-wjtmDOAkdts2dbBxdlkeeAFZOxyD5BTBKZ2_nOMQnNNWDPTh8-HnEjFDEvslX7Z6WreITSQvjfyxpK5QtWkkVLq9WX0bWA7oMe3xatVMfFHS7AHsP_LPUYY/s1600-h/photo(2).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9dwHZi11ipF9b-wjtmDOAkdts2dbBxdlkeeAFZOxyD5BTBKZ2_nOMQnNNWDPTh8-HnEjFDEvslX7Z6WreITSQvjfyxpK5QtWkkVLq9WX0bWA7oMe3xatVMfFHS7AHsP_LPUYY/s320/photo(2).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273538553488181442" border="0" /></a><br />Happy Thanksgiving to all from chilly Brunswick land, IN.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561304085890605734noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18384566.post-84883133720150646112008-10-08T23:35:00.005+00:002008-10-09T00:05:49.421+00:00Ginga and Booboo endorse...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGYKUNI-XtEaxBjFl6twWQFD8mS_211BxD3oiFERcv8HwQcNNxTIfFpHY9H0W1dRx6H0GvZIzkmdDGEGCLTvlHu_dBoyXkZolnA_TGtypbz6rOhLak2X5_p2thpYR4l53KRjRQ/s1600-h/logobama+ginga.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGYKUNI-XtEaxBjFl6twWQFD8mS_211BxD3oiFERcv8HwQcNNxTIfFpHY9H0W1dRx6H0GvZIzkmdDGEGCLTvlHu_dBoyXkZolnA_TGtypbz6rOhLak2X5_p2thpYR4l53KRjRQ/s400/logobama+ginga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254932002808627138" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcMjj6tSPnPCqUtv8mXmQAm3zU2L8FhsciLvIVuYTvBi0GV8Vzx5r5siiK6slAY65H95nr3m9A-kAYkbu4kqs-ebcGfU-j3epedrGfpwuES8q0IY8DMi42kHM-rbXZ6W9JncUD/s1600-h/logobama.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcMjj6tSPnPCqUtv8mXmQAm3zU2L8FhsciLvIVuYTvBi0GV8Vzx5r5siiK6slAY65H95nr3m9A-kAYkbu4kqs-ebcGfU-j3epedrGfpwuES8q0IY8DMi42kHM-rbXZ6W9JncUD/s400/logobama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254931873081685826" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Top 7 reasons why Barack Obama is the choice for Ginga and Booboo</span>:<br /><br />7) they too got to live the american dream despite foreign parents. <br />6) because 80% of the rest of the world ( humans and pets) cannot be all wrong.<br />5) What's the deal with drilling in the polar bears' habitat ? You mess with polar bears, you mess with Ginga and Booboo.<br />4) You mess with Moose, same deal.<br />3) Shooting wolves ( Boo's cousins) from a chopper: WTF !?<br />2) They know all about being attacked based on their odd middle name ( Boo "Nutella" Yu and Ginga "fatasso" Warrier)<br />And.... <br />1) because Hannity and O'Reilly are just too darn annoying. No one is allowed to bark louder than Booboo and Ginga :).Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561304085890605734noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18384566.post-75046933967913865482007-10-25T12:42:00.000+00:002007-10-25T21:48:38.475+00:00Booboo's song to the warrier<object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oT3AcyoXVUQ&rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oT3AcyoXVUQ&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561304085890605734noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18384566.post-20886782977685848142007-09-08T23:41:00.000+00:002007-09-09T00:31:28.483+00:00Gingaboo and religionYou might have assumed that Ginga and Booboo were not too much into that spiritual life-thingy. You could not be more wrong. Here are a few pictures that illustrate how Ginga and Booboo live their faith and whom they worship (beside the next human who will feed them of course).<br />Here is one of the Egyptian Deity that Ginga and Booboo worship: they were told he is kept in some heaven called the "Met".<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1041/1331707021_f88f048eca.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1041/1331707021_f88f048eca.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />And how they do that is by holding the same pause prior to lunch.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1032/871084350_57babcacf1.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1032/871084350_57babcacf1.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1018/871084306_7485bde989.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1018/871084306_7485bde989.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Not bad posturing if you ask me. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1214/1243169281_e8593e0017.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1214/1243169281_e8593e0017.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Sometimes Ginga will bow his head in reverence but he reserves such honor to the other Egyptian diety, Cleo. This one is a living goddess who conveniently lives in the same apartment. She is the obviously the goddess of opulence but she also has a temper.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1062/1262149663_8097610ccb.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1062/1262149663_8097610ccb.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />One of Ginga's cousin working in the police force is considered a deity by some humans (here for instance, by my sister). He is a very debonnaire god who allows his subjects to massage his belly. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1386/1216996504_0e56c8f4d6.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1386/1216996504_0e56c8f4d6.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561304085890605734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18384566.post-56900824387235068742007-06-27T02:21:00.000+00:002007-06-27T02:52:32.365+00:00A Ginga storyAs you know, there is <a href="http://mosilager.blogspot.com/2007/06/awful-for-human-good-for-doggie.html">a small concern about Booboo's weight.</a><br />So to remedy the slight weight loss, we figure that a bowl of puppy food every night can help him gain some needed muscles. Evidently, there is no such worry about Ginga :).<br />The problem is, everytime we give Boo puppy food, Ginga becomes increasingly depressed that he is deprived of the bonus food, especially tastier food.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmADLq1rv5XBiYboaNn7SayfiDWsxZsxMJi0uC8u-t_bSRUYJiURRgcmmwbtA2t4e4Mr6uJ8TnTvUND2bsYILI0TICjdYSVRQyB39MkPkD-5SWEEDQ90HRVxJyF1DgqMscnOXx/s1600-h/20051024_0200.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmADLq1rv5XBiYboaNn7SayfiDWsxZsxMJi0uC8u-t_bSRUYJiURRgcmmwbtA2t4e4Mr6uJ8TnTvUND2bsYILI0TICjdYSVRQyB39MkPkD-5SWEEDQ90HRVxJyF1DgqMscnOXx/s320/20051024_0200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080565515428968706" border="0" /></a><br />To comfort his hurt feelings ( in the eyes of the Gingster, there is probably no bigger injustice<br />than unequal distribution of nourishments ), I-mei likes to hug him in a tight embrace for long minutes and whispers to him that he is as loved as much Booboo and that this situation is just temporary. You have to know that I-mei's hugs to the doggies are notorious for being of the choking kind. So at some point, either Ginga or Booboo have to escape for air. Today, Ginga decided to escape before the hug becomes unbearable. However, I-mei felt very sad about the early separation and started to fake-cry. We never tried that before so I expected Ginga to just walk on behind the table as he usually does. His reaction was priceless: first he looked startled and then he came back to I-mei and curled into her belly to comfort her and cuddle. It was the sweetest thing. For good measure, he added a little roll-over and a big Ginga smile. Yep, seeing that definitely felt like <a href="http://mosilager.blogspot.com/2007/06/gift-for-william-wales.html">a royal treat</a>. <br /><br />PS: It is Madagascar's independence day so GB's had to have their walk outside with <a href="http://malagasymiray.net/2007/06/23/faites-national-d/">small multicolor lanterns. </a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561304085890605734noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18384566.post-55378750370246438482007-06-21T11:56:00.000+00:002007-06-21T18:49:50.350+00:00A gift for William WalesPrince William of Wales? or England? anyway William of Wales is celebrating his 25th birthday. A reporter was rhetorically wondering what does one give somebody who has everything. Well, I have the answer - a day with BooBoo and Ginga.<br /><br />So, in the morning, Ginga comes in and wakes you up with a big sloppy kiss.<br /><br />Then he positions and repositions his body for a massage. Even though it sounds like work, giving a massage is very good for relaxation. He will tolerate big hugs during this process.<br /><br />By the time the Ginga massage is done, BooBoo will come in for an arse-rub and he gets very excited when you get up.<br /><br />Then Ginga Boo perform a little wrestling match for your benefit - especially if you like photography, this part is a lot of fun.<br /><br />A long, relaxing walk follows, during which Ginga and BooBoo attempt to compete with each other by seeing who can poo-poo the most. BooBoo is about half the size - it's amazing how he manages to keep up. This must be one of the wonders of the world.<br /><br />During the walk, other doggie parents are running around and you get to meet them, as well as people driving by who smile at you very kindly. This is particularly good for the prince, as he can be sure they are smiling at him because of the doggies, and not because of his fame and fortune and all that stuff.<br /><br />Then, training time... as long as some treats are brought out, doggies will cycle through everything they know - sit, lay down, roll over, speak etc. and you can teach them new stuff as well. Ginga in particular becomes a genius when there is food around. It's extremely satisfying when they do what you want them to...<br /><br />One can then go for enjoying nature aka taking the doggies to the woods so they can go off leash and you can enjoy the wild outdoors. Now you can find where squirrels hide and how fast they can climb up a tree when faced with BooBoo and Ginga.<br /><br />Once home you realise that you are out of treats and go to the store to get some. When you get back they jump around and are very excited to see you, even if you just took 10 minutes to come back. Well BooBoo does the jumping around and Ginga dances.<br /><br />I've never seen any paparazzi around gingaboo so the prince will be safe in that regard too. In conclusion, the best gift to give the prince who has everything is a day as a commoner, with a chance to get unconditional love from some little Princes.Mosilagerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293536314807508468noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18384566.post-70726800421174700932007-06-11T18:41:00.000+00:002007-06-12T21:29:37.411+00:00This is ..... GINGA !!!!!!It' s summertime again which can only mean one thing: blockbuster movie and ice cream season is upon us :D ! Yay.<br />GingaBoos are celebrating in style and recommend:<br />"<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0449088/">Pirates of the Carib. : At World of GingaBoo's End</a>," "<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0496806/">GingaBoo's 13</a>" and of course, "<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0762107/">I now pronounce you Ginga and Booboo</a>". (As Joey Tribbiani would say: that was some very gentle comedy....)<br />But first, in case you missed last summer's blockbuster featuring GingaBoo,<br />here is a reminder of "300 (GBs)".<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1WI8C2aP41HwenIeT6sMLQv3ki5OM6hNF1vf4MYeFzK-czcpWoyOtcXRPO9Sb6yCqLPYBwlVSM3rs81X-sAD-lGDHecKECUM1wdXuJUdiIlJHe1cJSRVxux0nWTPsHm6HR7aJ/s1600-h/300+gingaboo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1WI8C2aP41HwenIeT6sMLQv3ki5OM6hNF1vf4MYeFzK-czcpWoyOtcXRPO9Sb6yCqLPYBwlVSM3rs81X-sAD-lGDHecKECUM1wdXuJUdiIlJHe1cJSRVxux0nWTPsHm6HR7aJ/s320/300+gingaboo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074896182183919954" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />You may not remember them because the sudden fame got too overwhelming so they ask the producers to remove their names for the credits and use face-doubles, but hints of their athletic bodies are still visible in the final version.<br />Casting was quite easy, Here is what the producers were looking for:<br />1) <span style="font-weight: bold;">King Leonidas</span>: chiseled chest, scruffy face, powerful voice, engaging smile, fearlessness, jumping abilities and natural leadership.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNpWmJcZmQDdZvVP7Pqu-zwPcCPVlU7l3w87kszaqJIv5Pj4Dn-VxDiy4IDnfxNO9mWPNSIDOEwxjDfWF9vHykKx4f7o6s6Nn21eKxi-piutVYvClZooY8lXy5t27wvW4X4zCX/s1600-h/300MoviePic+ginga.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNpWmJcZmQDdZvVP7Pqu-zwPcCPVlU7l3w87kszaqJIv5Pj4Dn-VxDiy4IDnfxNO9mWPNSIDOEwxjDfWF9vHykKx4f7o6s6Nn21eKxi-piutVYvClZooY8lXy5t27wvW4X4zCX/s320/300MoviePic+ginga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074896654630322530" border="0" /></a><br />Ginga was a natural fit (maybe not the last 3)<br /><br />2) <span style="font-weight: bold;">King Xerxes:</span> conniving mind, athletic yet lean body, ambitious yet prudent, savvy in the art of dodging and retreating and recently shaved :)....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMrbE4GL88vWVKbSdSc11v_pu0tcqyXzknWtA-vZP0NCPwivWN9R4W7_7Pcf0HNNYmW5qyrgo-WicluB14MOQZFOI2hkI4CS_1Wo7kj8S5pYnT9lIxMGA8lNV9EAo_JkY8qjF7/s1600-h/xerxes+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMrbE4GL88vWVKbSdSc11v_pu0tcqyXzknWtA-vZP0NCPwivWN9R4W7_7Pcf0HNNYmW5qyrgo-WicluB14MOQZFOI2hkI4CS_1Wo7kj8S5pYnT9lIxMGA8lNV9EAo_JkY8qjF7/s320/xerxes+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074896886558556530" border="0" /></a><br />That's Booboo in a nutshell.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0416449/quotes">Famous quotes</a>:<br />Ginga: "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1-sflOZhkbA"> Tonight we dine in hell </a>! ( the juicy steaks down there are to die for) "<br />Ginga:" <span style="font-weight: bold;">Madness ? This is GINGA </span>!"<br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EmOH5f1J1Uc"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EmOH5f1J1Uc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Booboo:"<span style="font-weight: bold;">It's not my bark they fear. It is my divine power</span>."<br /><br />We also have footage of an epic battle that occured this week-end at Munger park's battleground against two "thespian" terriers ( Cherokee and Apache) , hopefully the clip will be allowed by the youtube marshalls :D.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561304085890605734noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18384566.post-48792715141068433202007-06-02T20:09:00.000+00:002007-06-02T20:50:46.688+00:00What are the odds ?Here is a spooky coincidence as we enjoy a bit of tennis watching the French Open in Paris. You ma think this has nothing to do with Ginga and Booboo but you would be mistaken.<br />Check out the picture below: Nothing out of the ordinary, right ?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGbBnBD7cZ6RO1NGzDKPO0xOuEcn-ViF04M8QmaWs7pYMH9dd2U7gm2_TTcKqFtbUX_pBWawSEH3NkWIZxjNG5u-cc03Pq_7Mj9L3KulrzERfyG3wOWxXQW948w21p9qFKBKhy/s1600-h/mirza.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGbBnBD7cZ6RO1NGzDKPO0xOuEcn-ViF04M8QmaWs7pYMH9dd2U7gm2_TTcKqFtbUX_pBWawSEH3NkWIZxjNG5u-cc03Pq_7Mj9L3KulrzERfyG3wOWxXQW948w21p9qFKBKhy/s200/mirza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071561919630332258" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Well, let me explain:<br />This mixed double match at the French Open features Mirza/Santoro vs King/Cermak.<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">Sonia Mirza</span> is is not only Mosi's compatriot but she is also his favorite lady with a racquet :D.<br />She is playing with <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Fabrice Santoro</span>, who not only is French but was born in St-Martin ( in the hospital where my dad works ) and my favorite player under 6 feet :D. They decided to team up for the 1st time this year at the French open. Hum,.... weird, hey?<br />But wait, the spooky stuff 's not over. The other team is made of <span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">V. King</span>, who is a Taiwanese-born American (I-mei's turf) and the other guy, <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">D. Cermak</span> is Czech (The GB's favorite aunty is fluent in Czech).<br />I told you it would be spooky.<br />So is that all coincidence ? Let me rephrase, would you bet against the odds that Gingaboo's distant cousins are currently sitting courtside this double's match, barking instructions at the players ? <br />I know I wouldn't and I would not be surprised either if a hamster or an obese cat find their way on the court at some point.... Game, set, match GB's !<br /><br />OK, many apologies for that nonsensical-tennis-interlude post on the Gingaboo blog. To make up for it, here are pictures of Ginga and Booboo doing the victory celebration with their own teamates:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh6OZqdfgHjTKRXgrva2ACbMO9mS5C5j2mWTuJaEyY-JgbcsfHUcE1vqw41tTxcYPpP5GWrmTR60_R501PPwVQql47oZkeBk6hBmXJTFlxLi8zaqeDYFwmbRGcK9nETVB0_I-D/s1600-h/IMG_3336.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh6OZqdfgHjTKRXgrva2ACbMO9mS5C5j2mWTuJaEyY-JgbcsfHUcE1vqw41tTxcYPpP5GWrmTR60_R501PPwVQql47oZkeBk6hBmXJTFlxLi8zaqeDYFwmbRGcK9nETVB0_I-D/s320/IMG_3336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071568993441468786" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnoUhznHflGHgURH6Qu5ZrFBT1kP0GiNoxs8CmP88TtXrFE-NMpWQYP5LgjQFXYJsfaldz416k0ojOHDy8KST5Qb0hHT8ARbe3Y68vxmIwDlYvFJfU7Rl-2dfJaFlUm-rN2pEo/s1600-h/IMG_3404.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnoUhznHflGHgURH6Qu5ZrFBT1kP0GiNoxs8CmP88TtXrFE-NMpWQYP5LgjQFXYJsfaldz416k0ojOHDy8KST5Qb0hHT8ARbe3Y68vxmIwDlYvFJfU7Rl-2dfJaFlUm-rN2pEo/s320/IMG_3404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071569388578460034" border="0" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561304085890605734noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18384566.post-74246695815182130722007-05-11T15:30:00.000+00:002007-05-11T19:40:16.678+00:00Modus vivendi during commencementIt is commencement week-end here at Purdue. Family and friends have converged to "beautiful" Lafayette to celebrate the achievements of Mosi and I-mei.<br />The pets are also very excited to see their grandparents, cousins and uncles. There were plenty of jumping on and abrking at the Yu's and Warrier's of this world. However, it also forced cats and dogs to spend more time together. It was a bit of a challenge but they did quite well in the end. Except for the cat who is so confused that she decided she was grocery and jumped into a plastic bag. Maybe Ginga whispering to her that she looks good enough to eat finally got to her. The Ginga is such a smooth talker.<br /><br />Boo to Cleo: "hey there good looking..."<br />Cleo: " In you dreams pal..."<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/211/493936604_a9f6437eda.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/211/493936604_a9f6437eda.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Is that a cat in your bag or you are just happy to see me ?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/218/493963349_dff3bc72a5_m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/218/493963349_dff3bc72a5_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />It is a cat ! Bingo !<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/223/493936726_6e65f9dbf4.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/223/493936726_6e65f9dbf4.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKZKGQVwsapvQNJZ2KVyWKBlomC6Cza2xAS7os0Kq499k2JRwf8n0K1Ob0HuuGr-HT2H0Fv_8-kMmM8z-Os3LhCt-ggGTNiicSyK6uspRSKjAVJVNjvfkHNPzdEPQdEStAQceg/s1600-h/addis+007.jpg"><br /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561304085890605734noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18384566.post-61816895274243376022007-04-04T00:30:00.000+00:002007-04-04T01:15:09.143+00:00GingaBoo on the issuesGingaBoo take on some issues that are dividing the nation.<br /><br />1. Iraq<br />Ginga - Democrat - poop and run<br />BooBoo - Republican - stay the course (poopoos in one place and no running after)<br /><br />2. Health care<br />Ginga - Republican - doesn't need to go to doctor often, doesn't see why he should pay for anybody else to do so.<br />BooBoo - Democrat - he's in and out of the doctor's. Feels the pain of the people who can't afford it :(<br /><br />3. Gay marriage<br />Ginga - Liberal - I'll hump any dog that presents himself or herself. No exclusivity here.<br />BooBoo - Republican - I hump only <a href="http://mosilager.blogspot.com/2006/01/ginga-booboo-at-dog-conference.html">Sophie.</a> (and my blanket but let's not talk about that)<br /><br />4. Hillary or Barack?<br />Ginga - Barack - he's charming, like BooBoo<br />BooBoo - Hillary - I do love strong women like my mummy and favourite aunty<br /><br />5. Sanjaya Malakar of American Idol - in or out?<br />Ginga - In - he's just like Barney the purple dinosaur. Annoying to anyone over 12 but loved by anyone under.<br />BooBoo - Out - even I can bark better than him. What do you mean, "he was trying to sing?"Mosilagerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293536314807508468noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18384566.post-61085690110985232152007-03-09T03:44:00.000+00:002007-03-09T06:57:23.655+00:00Life with 2 doggies<div style="text-align: justify;">Life's like this with 2 doggies:<br /><br />1. When one behaves like an angel the other one behaves like the devil. 5 minutes later they switch.<br /><br />2. A dog is man's best friend. 2 dogs means one of them loves the other more than he loves you *sniff<br /><br />3. You only have to clean one dog's ears. The other one gets all the yummy ear wax licked off by the first one.<br /><br />4. You thought you had to vacuum a lot with the first one. The second one quadruples the amount of hair lying around.<br /><br />5. They get away with any sort of trash raiding and other such illegal activities - you can never tell who did it.<br /><br />6. They thrive on each other's excitement. This involves them hurtling into you and your sensitive electronic equipment faster and decibel levels reaching heights that even Beethoven couldn't stand, despite his deafness.<br /><br />7. The insult of one peeing on the other can be rectified only by the act of the victim covering the offender's pee with his own.<br /><br />8. The distance from strangers where they will start wrestling with each other and growling loudly is inversely proportional to the amount of fear the strangers have for them.<br /><br />9. He who eats slower gives the appearance of eating more to the other one. This is an important step of high status.<br /><br />10. Begging for table scraps is a social activity that must be performed with all four-leggeds in a synchronised manner.<br /><br />11. Chasing rabbits and squirrels is also a social activity that must be performed in a synchronised manner.<br /><br />12. BooBoo to Ginga - "Hey, the two-leggeds are coming. You jump, I'll bark."<br /><br />13. Ginga to BooBoo - "There's a nice piece of grass. I think I'll go and sniff it." (Yes, before you ask... G would say the same thing if you substitute _ for gr).<br /><br />14. You would think they would keep each other amused. But no, they look to the humans for entertainment. Doggies, we're just not that smart to come up with new games every day. Oh, treats are an OK replacement?</div>Mosilagerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293536314807508468noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18384566.post-49558962915994439472007-02-20T19:12:00.000+00:002007-02-20T19:35:43.010+00:00Velvet is Ginga and Boo's heroThis is a very nice story from Mount Hood, Oregon:<br />"<a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070220/ap_on_re_us/mount_hood_climbers">Thanks to a high-tech electronic gadget and a big warm dog named Velvet, three climbers rescued after a harrowing fall and a night in the wind and cold high on Mount Hood are expected to be fine</a>."<br /><blockquote></blockquote><br /><br />The 3 climbers and velvet, a black labrador mix disappeared over an icy ledge. They huddled up together around velvet to keep warm before rescuers can arrive and they are all mostly safe now. <br /><br />Ginga and Booboo are now in intensive training to withstand the cold and find food during a snow storm as this video can attest :). If that fails, there are always other career options such as baritone opera singer for Ginga and random barking alarm for Booboo :). <br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QavGUNYnzs8"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QavGUNYnzs8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"></object><br /><br />Sound: The killers," all these things that I have done"Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561304085890605734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18384566.post-72348481723146324002007-01-25T21:20:00.000+00:002007-01-25T22:13:25.661+00:00Dogs' letters to God.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/1579542085.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/1579542085.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />A while ago, I-Mei got this little illustrated book called "<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pets-Letters-God-Mark-Bricklin/dp/1579542085">Pets' letter to God</a>" by Marck Bricklin. You probably have already heard some of them but for those who haven't, here are a few of them with Ginga and Booboo-related comments:<br /><br />"Dear God,<br />How come people love to smell flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one another? Where are their priorities?"<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">(Booboo always makes a point to smell his humans after they are done with house cleaning. Ginga only smells them to check their pockets for treats. Humans do smell each other but only against their will and in the confined spaces of an airplane.... not pleasant after all)</span><br /><br />"Dear God,<br />When we get to Heaven, can we sit on your couch? Or is it the same old story?"<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">(Ginga and Booboo are considered semi-gods in Lafayette so they decide who gets on the couch.) </span><br /><br />Dear God,<br />Excuse me, but why are there cars named after the jaguar, the cougar,the mustang, the colt, the stingray, and the rabbit, but not one named for a dog? How often do you see a cougar riding around? We dogs love a nice ride! I know every breed cannot have its own model, but it would be easy to rename the Chrysler Eagle the Chrysler Beagle!<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">( I believe there is a red Celica called the Gingamobile but I could be wrong)</span><br /><br />Dear God,<br />If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still a bad dog?<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">( Sartre says no, Nietzsche says define bad, and Lassie says woof. Lassie would be correct. )</span><br /><br />Dear God,<br />When my foster mom's friend comes over to our house, he smells like musk! What's he been rolling around in?<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">( That would be "Le male" by J-P Gauthier.....almost as horrendous as Airplane scents )</span><br /><br />Dear God,<br />If we come back as humans, is that good or bad?<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">( I-Mei's take:"I would never wish such plight on any dogs" ) </span><br /><br />Dear God,<br />We dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles, horns, clickers, beepers, scent IDs, electromagnetic energy fields, and frisbee flight paths. What do humans understand?<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">(I-mei again: "not much ...at least they guys I know") </span><br /><br />Dear God,<br />Are there dogs on other planets, or are we alone? I have been howling at the moon and stars for a long time, but all I ever hear back is the beagle across the street!<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">( Indeed we know for a fact that Snoop Dog is from Pluto.... or that planet that used to be)</span><br /><br />Dear God,<br />Are there mailmen in Heaven? If there are, will I have to apologize?<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">(Nope, God has e-mail now. )</span><br /><br />Dear God,<br />Is it true that dogs are not allowed in restaurants because we can't make up our minds what NOT to order? Or is it the carpet again?<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">( It all started when Ginga and Booboo tried to order from the DQ drive thru ....)<br /></span><br /> Dear God,<br />Is thunder absolutely necessary?<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">( Booboo: yeah, what's up with that ?)</span><br /><br />Dear God,<br />How do I get rid of dog breath?"<br />(<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> and morning breath for humans as well please )</span><br /><p>Dear God,<br />Please Pass this message along to my so-called master:<br />Why are you trying to teach me to roll over and play dead? Do you find that funny? Funny how?"<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">( Ginga: yeah, what's up with that ?) </span><br /></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561304085890605734noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18384566.post-50224172819098200432007-01-21T20:34:00.000+00:002007-01-22T02:40:59.576+00:00Snow and the World of DogsThe snow fell... GingaBoo were on vacation... but Ginga's daddy aka BooBoo's brother aka BooBoo's uncle (me) showed up to take them for a walk. Otherwise they forget what discipline and not getting spoilt is all about :D. Ginga and I left our footprints in the snow...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mosilager/364926419/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/134/364926419_cddde94254.jpg" alt="Dog Dad Feet Snow" width="400" /></a><br /></div><br />I decided to give the doggies a job - to secure the perimeter. Ginga was a little better at this than BooBoo. BooBoo wanted to dig holes in the fence to get to the rabbits on the other side. Ginga actually checked out stuff that I told him to and then quizzically looked up at me. I guess whatever it was wasn't a threat.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mosilager/364926209/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/160/364926209_0680879764.jpg" alt="GuardDog_small" width="400" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mosilager/364926285/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/165/364926285_cde3e7c8b6.jpg" alt="booFence" width="400" /></a><br /></div><br />After the hard work of guarding the perimeter, Ginga and BooBoo took off to find some small four-leggeds spies to get news of possible intruders from the other side of the fence (at least that's what they told us):<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mosilager/364926484/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/161/364926484_23afb59935.jpg" alt="mefirst" width="400" /></a><br /></div><br />Squeezing the rabbits for information was hard work, BooBoo comes back for a snack:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mosilager/364926139/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/140/364926139_67f8f402a3.jpg" alt="BooRuns" width="400" /></a><br /></div><br />After gathering information about insurgents from the spies, BooBoo had some fun in the snow:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mosilager/364926371/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/364926371_05607a215f.jpg" alt="boo_snowball" width="400" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mosilager/364926322/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/152/364926322_1050437d19.jpg" alt="booRunsAftersnowball" width="400" /></a></div>Mosilagerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293536314807508468noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18384566.post-63414494856035017152007-01-09T05:09:00.000+00:002007-01-10T03:30:17.689+00:00Blanket of LoveBooBoo loves his blanket, sometimes inappropriately, but does not enjoy it unless Ginga gives him a little fight for it. (He thinks the blanket is impressed by his strength.)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mosilager/351301896/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/156/351301896_8e363311c4.jpg" alt="Blanket Fight" width="337" /></a><br /></div><br />Ginga normally loses, but he uses his weight advantage to keep the blanket away from BooBoo. BooBoo barks at him to let him know that as the loser Ginga has to give up Mrs. Boo aka blanket.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mosilager/351301882/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/134/351301882_89d6b47dbe.jpg" alt="Don't give up, come and play" width="375" /></a><br /></div><br />Success! The vile Ginga has handed over the yellow maiden and BooBoo can enjoy the fruits of his labour.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mosilager/351301879/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/160/351301879_8659f07e24.jpg" alt="BooBoo gets the blanket" width="400" /></a><br /></div><br />Tired but happy!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mosilager/351301898/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/156/351301898_814c322740.jpg" alt="Tired after the playing" width="378" /></a><br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">update</span>: Ginga and Boo wrestling for the heart of the "fair lady" (soundtrack: "new slang" the shins)<br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GpYcnhdWvmM"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GpYcnhdWvmM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>Mosilagerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293536314807508468noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18384566.post-16029505241200519192006-12-18T02:22:00.000+00:002007-01-03T03:00:27.266+00:00Marriage ProfileThere's been a rash of weddings and engagements involving people I know. Since I'm older than most of them I feel that the time may be coming soon for me as well. Unfortunately due to my being an ineligible bachelor (student, no job, poor dress sense, immaturity, lack of sporting ability, read more blog posts for confirmation), my chances are fairly poor.<br /><br />And then it hit... girls love to hang out with Ginga. Something about him attracts women of all types and ages. So, I decided to put up a singles profile of Ginga here instead of shaadi.com or eharmony. I figure that the Ginga fans will eventually show up.<br /><br />Name: Ginga<br />Age: 28<br />I am an outdoor kind of guy. I love hiking, running, wrestling, mountain climbing and picnics. I am kind hearted and have an special fondness for little furry creatures such as rabbits and squirrels. I am very progressive. I love helping out in the kitchen while cooking. Unfortunately I cannot be the main chef because there may not be any food left for anyone else. I don't mind if the food is cooked, uncooked, 10 days old or laying outside for 2 weeks, as long as it is not dog food. I love my family, especially my brother BooBoo. He is older than me and taught me how to recycle (why my daddy throws good food away in the big bin and forbids me to eat it?) That reminds me, I love nature so much that whenever I am outside I fertilise trees and shrubs many times. This makes me happy. I also protect leaves from being eaten by my friends the rabbits. During this process the rabbits get their monthly excercise so they remain healthy. They look so happy after they get on the other side of the fence, I think they are thanking me for the excercise. Greenpeace should invite me to be a member of their society due to my contributions to the plant and small animal life of Lafayette.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mosilager/325553543/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/134/325553543_a0b314fe86_o.jpg" alt="Man+Dog" height="300" width="400" /></a><br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My basics</span><br />Age : 28<br />Marital status : Never married<br />Children : None that I know of<br />Height : 3 foot (but I have all 4 feet)<br />Complexion : Black and tan<br />Body type : My aunty and uncle say I'm a fatass but my daddy says I'm All Muscle<br />Occupation : Bodyguard / teddy bear / take the blame for BooBoo's mistakes<br />Annual income : None, but I'm cheap, I eat anything, just let me at the trash and standing bodies of water outside<br />My astro sign : Taurus (the bull)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My religious and social background</span><br />Religion : Kelvinatorism<br />Sub caste / sect : Clan of cheesestick and Clan of pig ear.<br />Mother tongue : My tongue is longer than my mother's<br />Family values : Monogamy, polygamy, androgamy all OK. As long as I get food.<br />Country of birth : USA<br />Grew up in : USA<br />Nationality : USA, Germany, Japan, India, Zambia, Madagascar, Taiwan (eligible for citizen of the world)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hobbies, interests and more</span><br />My hobbies : Dancing, eating, running, being massaged<br />Preferred dress style : Collar only, with microchip inside<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My family</span><br />I live with my daddy Ranjit and brother BooBoo and my uncle Lova and aunty I-mei. I have a vacation home at my aunty the Doc's house. I also have a half-sister who I don't get along with very well (the cat Cleo). She lives with my uncles GSL and GG (gentle giant).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The only negative thing</span><br />My daddy comes with me as part of the package. This is non-negotiable. He takes up little space, is grateful for small luxuries, can sleep on the couch. He will vaccuum the house and take me outside for walks and runs. He does like to have internet so he can blog about me. He listens well and doesn't talk a lot. You don't have to see him much because he loves to work in lab till late.<br /><br />My daddy is somewhat uncivilised, could do with gentle handling to lead him away from video games, wearing bleach stained non-matching clothes to work, and refusing to get a haircut or shave regularly. He also has to be weaned away from thinking that the only jewelry worth buying should have capabilities of playing mp3s, taking photographs or some other technological mumbo-jumbo.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My preferred partner</span><br />Age : Age ain't nothing but a number, must be legal<br />Marital status : Single<br />Children : As long as they give me treats, massage me, and let me run around with them<br />Smell : must be good smelling (hands and rear)<br />Interests : Must love walking outdoors (if my daddy says he'll take care of this so not a strict requirement)<br /><br />Update: <a href="http://www.thisiseve.net/feiblog/?p=90">Fei in Singapore also put up a matrimonial ad in response to this involving Bollywood featuring Ginga, BooBoo and Fei. Hilarious!</a>Mosilagerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293536314807508468noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18384566.post-1165979336145401012006-12-13T01:20:00.000+00:002006-12-16T22:15:38.895+00:00Ginga/Boo actually.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7428/1999/1600/674223/6B0D0028.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7428/1999/320/481355/6B0D0028.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Top 10 Xmas hits that the Ginga/Boo refused to sing but that Billy Mack gladly took after the "turd of a record" that is "Xmas is all around". :)<br />1. "All I want for Xmas is food"<br />2. " Boonga Wonderland"<br />3. "Ginga, the big nosed reindeer"<br />4. "Bark, The winged-dogs sing"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7428/1999/1600/677419/6B0D0029.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7428/1999/320/427676/6B0D0029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />5. "I saw Mummy kissing Santa's pooch"<br />6. " Have yourself a merry fatty Ginga."<br />7. "I saw 3 sheeps"<br />8. "The little drumstick bone"<br />9. "In Excelsis Ginga"<br />10. "What treat is this ?"<br /><br />I am sorry for this, way too many Xmas songs on the radio. :DAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561304085890605734noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18384566.post-1164405204833860242006-11-24T21:36:00.000+00:002006-11-26T01:28:09.243+00:00(canine) Heights<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7428/1999/1600/230469/Picture%20017.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7428/1999/320/688422/Picture%20017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />This is the long overdue post on the <a href="http://mamasaysso.blogspot.com/2006/10/height-of-procrastination.html">tag of heights from Rohini</a>.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Height of bliss</span>:<br /><br />The humans leaving for work and forgetting leftovers on the coffee table. The hardest part is to NOT flinch until they left the room and then...it's free for all ! Especially great days when steaks were in the menus.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Height of cruelty</span>:<br /><br />65 degrees (Fahrenheit) weather for Thanksgiving, sunshine all around and no parks. NO PARKS ! Sorry I shouted but that's inexcusable. Thanks for nothing, humans. ;(<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Height of Reward</span>:<br /><br />Resting on the couch or on the bed after a long day of jogging in the park. Pretending to be deeply asleep so that we cannot be chased off the bed.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Height of dieting</span>:<br /><br />Diet ? What diet ? We shall not surrender to any diet. when Mel Gibson's braveheart was asked: "diet of freedom ? ", didn't he answer: "Freedom!" ? At least, I think that's what he was asked but I could be mistaken.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Height of comparison</span>:<br />Hummm.....Booboo: 38 lbs, "mid-thigh".<br />Ginga: 68 lbs, knee-high....<br />(R)nuff' said.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Height of rivalry</span>:<br /><br />Booboo decided to challenge me,Ginga, into my favorite game of "rolling-over and showing the tummy to the humans for massage", a.k.a the "whoring for cuddling" test-match. He is still a rookie but he is getting there.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Height of cleanliness</span>:<br /><br />Once in a while, Booboo decides to inspect my (Ginga) posterior for suspicious nuggets. Then, infallibly, he goes on to kiss everyone for celebration. Good times.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Height of Joy:</span><br /><br />The Humans coming back from work (with cookies !), we are even to dance a little bit...sometimes.<br /><br />Happy thanksgiving ! I hope you were done with the feasting before reading though :). If not the case, sincere apologies from The GB's.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/109/289365882_c6dc379a53.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/109/289365882_c6dc379a53.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561304085890605734noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18384566.post-1164319024668292962006-11-23T21:38:00.000+00:002006-11-23T22:00:19.406+00:00Potent Ginga Farts!!!Few nights ago I took gingaboo home to have a little dog vacation with them. I was in my bed nicely reading harry potter and booboo was of course laying next to me on his side of the bed and ginga was curled on booboo's bed on the floor. All the sudden ginga got up and walked out, pretend to check something out in the bathroom. 5 seconds later I smelled something like rotten egg mixed with spoiled fish and old trash. The famous potent ginga fart!!!! Even ginga thinks it's too stinky and left the room after he farted!!!!! Oh my sweet little ginga.imeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11778688803902806763noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18384566.post-1162074986792520132006-10-28T22:18:00.000+00:002006-10-28T22:36:26.816+00:00origins of the GB's<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/1999/1600/collie%202.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/1999/200/collie%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> (lassie)<br /> <span style="font-weight: bold;">+</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/1999/1600/border%20coliie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/1999/200/border%20coliie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> (border collie)<br /> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> =</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/1999/1600/IMG_1259.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/1999/200/IMG_1259.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> Booboo<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/1999/1600/sheppherd.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/1999/200/sheppherd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> (shepphard)<br /> <span style="font-weight: bold;">+</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/1999/1600/corgis%201.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/1999/200/corgis%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> (corgis)<br /> =<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/1999/1600/IMG_1255.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/1999/200/IMG_1255.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> Ginga<br /></div><br />That's my take on the origins of the GB's but feel free to disagree :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561304085890605734noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18384566.post-1160753811230624642006-10-13T15:35:00.000+00:002006-10-13T15:36:51.250+00:00McFurry and McFatty....To anyone that's watching Gray's Anotomy: McFurry is the one for me; even though Mcfatty might be a sweetter one.......<br />(lova or ranjit, I need pictures here...)imeihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11778688803902806763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18384566.post-1160624376137680672006-10-12T03:29:00.000+00:002006-10-12T03:39:36.173+00:00Guru BooBoo, Guru GingaThe doggies have been trying to teach us yoga for a while...<br /><a href="http://yoga.about.com/od/yogaposes/a/downdog.htm">Adho mukha svanasana (downward facing dog)</a>:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mosilager/267482049/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/104/267482049_0396824d79_o.jpg" alt="Downward Facing Dog (Adho mukha svanasana)" height="526" width="400" /></a><br /></div><br /><a href="http://yoga.about.com/od/yogaposes/a/lotus.htm">Padmasana (lotus position):</a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mosilager/267482051/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/103/267482051_526792b092_o.jpg" alt="ginga_padmasanam" height="543" width="300" /></a><br /></div>Mosilagerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293536314807508468noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18384566.post-1160190711118050502006-10-07T03:04:00.000+00:002006-10-08T03:47:41.703+00:00You can't handle the Ruffff !<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/1999/1600/lt%20booboo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/1999/200/lt%20booboo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/1999/1600/ginga%20fess%20up.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/1999/200/ginga%20fess%20up.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><object height="350" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I9e799tx8b0"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I9e799tx8b0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"></object><br /><br />Sorry I was bored. It's all Mosilager's fault. Hehe (Big Ginga smile here).<br />I should have used the stills above but it's too late now :(.<br />Transcript of the scene from the original" a few good men" film <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_few_good_men">here.</a><div class="tag_list">Tags: <span class="tags"><a href="http://technorati.com/tag/you+can't+handle+the+truth" rel="tag">you can't handle the truth</a>, <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/dogs+" rel="tag">dogs </a></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561304085890605734noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18384566.post-1159939517437967432006-10-04T05:22:00.000+00:002006-10-04T05:31:58.420+00:00As I walk through the valley<center><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mosilager/260405188/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/117/260405188_e84894df0f_o.jpg" alt="germanshepherdcat" width="450" /></a><br /></center><br /><br />Received by email... if anyone can prove they should get credit let meknow and they will!Mosilagerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293536314807508468noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18384566.post-1159763267571886792006-10-02T03:52:00.000+00:002006-10-02T17:39:23.720+00:00Ginga and Booboo, playing tag with the bunny or hunters extraordinnaire ?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/1999/1600/IMG_1302.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/1999/200/IMG_1302.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Last week-end, Ginga and Booboo took their usual stroll down to Munga Park. It was a beautiful afternoon, sun shining, sky "blueing", birds chirping....<br />Suddenly, Ginga and Booboo decided to put their "tag team hunters" hat on and Booboo made a mad dash towards a suspicious bush. Ginga was lagging a bit behind but as we would soon find out, it was all by design. Booboo's effort were rewarded by a rabbit running out of the bush for safety. Unfortunately for the rabbit, he did not see soon enough that the Ginga was awaiting for him. A desperate sidestep attempt by the hare was met by the heavy paw of the Ginga, hammering the toothy one's head down onto the ground ( To give you an accurate picture, it looked as if Ginga wanted to give the rabbit his patented manly high-five only for the rabbit to present its head instead of its paw. A classic case of high-five gone horribly wrong ).<br />From here on, the interpretation of the event is subject to controversy. Here is what I think happended (officer):<br />Ginga, puzzled that the rabbit seems to not know the rule of tag play and just lay down on the grass, tried to wake him up by giving him a few licks and even attempted CPR on the sleeping rabbit . When the licks and the CPR failed, Ginga realized the seriousness of the situation and took the rabbit in his mouth very carefully and brought him into the pond in a desperate attempt to revive him.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/1999/1600/IMG_1288.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7428/1999/200/IMG_1288.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Alas the water method also failed so Ginga finally agreed to let go of the bunny friend and let the humans try their own rescue methods (i.e dispose of the hare properly). Clearly distraught at the turn of the events, Ginga and Boo howled as the one with the puffy tail was taken away.<br />Of course, this is one interpretation of the events. You could have decided for yourself if the human (me) with the video camera knew how to push the right buttons and record the events properly.<br />One could also think that the Ginga/Boo were merely acting on their "hunter" instincts and that no attempt at rescuing the rabbit were made by them. I firmly believe that they just wanted to play tag with their new strange looking friend. Not unlike <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0105046/">Lenny in "of Mice and Men",</a> Ginga misjudged his phenomenal strength and played a little too rough with Mr. Roger Rabbit.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561304085890605734noreply@blogger.com4