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.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18384566.post-46146439139015802032007-01-09T04:00:00.000+00:002007-01-09T06:15:53.242+00:005 Doggie Secrets5 Things you did not know about GingaBoo – <a href="http://rakotomalala.blogspot.com/2007/01/ce-nest-quun-au-revoir-tagged-by-5.html">Tagged by BooBoo’s daddy Lova of Rakoto’s Rants</a>. Since GingaBoo are lazy and did not do this tag yet, I have taken on the task. So neither humans nor doggies can blame me if something leaks out that will hurt their prospects with rabbits or Kitty or prospective marriage partners.<br /><br />1.<br />BooBoo has a grayish spot on his nose. When he was a puppy his mommy and aunty tried to rub it off thinking it was a stubborn piece of dirt. Luckily they did not succeed!<br /><br />Ginga knew that I was his daddy when he first met me. Ignoring all the other people in the room he ran to me and was licking me all over. I knew I was Ginga’s daddy when I saw his picture for the first time... in his ex-mom's email saying she couldn’t take him to Tokyo with her. And to all those who think I am insane for having a sixth sense type doggie connection, read <a href="http://www.karenshanley.com/blog/">Karen’s</a> book <a href="http://karenshanley.com/blog/?page_id=109">Dogs of Dreamtime</a>, spiritual connections with doggies (and coyotes) happen to other people too.<br /><br />2.<br />BooBoo has a ‘<a href="http://mosilager.blogspot.com/2007/01/blanket-of-love.html">blanket of love</a>’ that he uses once in a while. He’s had it all his life, he took it over from one of his aunties (she had no intention of letting him keep it but she melted… well actually she did not want it back after all the love BooBoo had shown towards it). These days he does not totally appreciate the blanket unless Ginga fights for it with him beforehand. BooBoo is like the knights of yore looking for a romantic battle followed by the ride off into the sunset with the fair maiden.<br /><br />Ginga comes asking for massage almost as much as he comes asking for food. Then he keeps repositioning himself so that you have easy access to wherever he wants to be massaged. Waiting to be massaged and the thought of food trigger his mmm… what should I call it… love center.<br /><br />3.<br />BooBoo almost never sheds his hair. But it has an uncanny ability to wind up in the most surprising of places. I found some BooBoo hair in the microwave and some in the freezer. Lord alone knows how it got there.<br /><br />Ginga sheds a lot, but it stays on the carpet and does not show up on top of the TV or anything. In additional to his normal shedding, twice a year he has extremely insane amounts of shedding for 2-3 weeks.<br /><br />4.<br />BooBoo has an epileptic seizure about once a month. His muscles involuntarily contract but he never loses his head over it. It’s very distressing for us when it happens but we have learnt to live with it – he’s a bit tired afterwards but it doesn’t seem to hurt. Usually happens when he is most relaxed.<br /><br />Ginga waited by the verandah door for about 4 days after he first came to live with us. He would stare outside and look very sad, and sometimes make Ginganzee noises (a little like a chimpanzee). I think he missed his mummy.<br /><br />5. BooBoo’s full name is Boo Nutella Rakotomalala. His nicknames are Boober (Ranjit), BooBoowa (Imei), Fluffy (Lova – when BooBoo is slightly wet his hair fluffs up), BooBoo mouse (Doc).<br /><br />Ginga’s full name is Ginga Fatass Warrier. His nicknames are Ginganzee, n’gaa n’gaa (ങ്ങാ ങ്ങാ), Fatass, Schweinsteiger (after the German footballer) (Ranjit), solid (Lova), Gingee and Gingeemouse (Doc, I-mei).<br /><br />Lova says things like nafuney and nafunana when he’s around both doggies. Not sure what this means but it’s probably better than calling them with the Malagasy whistle.Mosilagerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293536314807508468noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18384566.post-35047570408604843632006-12-26T23:16:00.000+00:002006-12-28T01:08:38.498+00:00Merry Christmas 2006Ginga and BooBoo were <a href="http://karenshanley.com/blog/?p=270">tagged by Keira (and Karen)</a> so here goes...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Things they want:</span><br />1. Bones<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mosilager/334454279/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/148/334454279_299cd4c999.jpg" alt="boobooBone" height="500" width="375" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">2. Toys<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mosilager/334454318/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/155/334454318_f8bd8ea6c5.jpg" alt="boobootoys" width="400" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mosilager/334454367/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/163/334454367_bd45f55d4f.jpg" alt="ginga_toys" height="500" width="375" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">3. Pillow and baby calf<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mosilager/334454438/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/128/334454438_af5d965142.jpg" alt="gingababycalf" width="400" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Things they don't want:</span><br />1. Discipline<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mosilager/334480925/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/158/334480925_1d84f57e27_o.jpg" alt="no" height="400" width="300" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">2. Haircuts<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mosilager/199145494/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/63/199145494_4c47de8ecd.jpg" alt="booboobeforeafterhaircut" width="400" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">3. Parents sleeping with the enemy<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mosilager/334484581/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/165/334484581_b92d189b92_o.jpg" alt="Cat" height="300" width="400" /></a><br /></div><br />We will designate some people to do this tag before Christmas next year. Merry Christmas, hope all your wishes come true.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(Edit: <a href="http://writingclasses.blogspot.com/2006/12/tagged.html">The Visitor tagged himself here</a>).</span>Mosilagerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293536314807508468noreply@blogger.com5tag: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-1158895556253443402006-09-22T03:09:00.000+00:002006-09-22T03:25:56.283+00:00Tagged - what makes a good doggy friend?<a href="http://www.thisiseve.net/feiblog/?p=46">e</a> asked us, "what makes a good doggie friend?" or alternatively, what will it take for <a href="http://mosilager.blogspot.com/2006/03/whats-cat-doing-on-dog-blog.html">the cat</a> to be accepted in our lives again?<br /><br />1. barks or miaows when we bark, who knows, there could be major danger lurking out there that we have to wake up the whole neighbourhood for at 3 in the morning<br />2. watches out for the humans when we raid the trash<br />3. brings anything she hunts outside for taste testing by us<br />4. hides when the humans bring out any food - even cat food, which ginga gets first dibs on<br />5. goes for long walks with us and convinces other cats that we are safe, when they come close we will chase them {evil laugh: heh heh heh}<br />6. looks guilty and stays in the front room in plain view when lova, i-mei or ranjit return and something's wrong in the house (see #2).<br />7. keeps the humans busy while we sneak out to chase rabbits, squirrels and field mice. we are informed that the rabbit-looking thingies are hares but we are sure they taste alike<br /><br />we tag any dog who wants to do the tag, especially if they are cute, in which case we want to sniff their rear ends to make sure they are really cute... remember, you are what you smell likeMosilagerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293536314807508468noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18384566.post-1157662254733013142006-09-07T20:27:00.000+00:002006-09-09T12:55:35.540+00:00Dog Tag(ged): gadgets that need to happenThe GB's have been tagged. No, not another (owner's) microchip (although given the custody battle that is about to happen, it might be an idea to reconsider) a <a href="http://video-limboland.blogspot.com/">virtual tag from video</a>. After a thorough brainstorming among the GB's, here is what transpired:<br />1st gadget: <span style="font-weight: bold;">a steak dispenser remotely controlled by intense staring at the "magic cage"</span>. If you don't understand why this gadget needs to happen, you are probably not Ginga. But nobody's perfect, eh ?<br />2nd gadget: <span style="font-weight: bold;">a trash can that can put itself back together after a thorough "unauthorized" search.<br /></span>The reasoning here is similar to the CIA phone line spying program. If people don't know about it, it cannot hurt them. Plus, it's a public service we are offering, who knows what can hide in the trash can ? Basically, it's for our humans own good, they just don't know it yet.<br /><br />3rd gadget: l<span style="font-weight: bold;">eashes that extend to infinity ....or until we catch the elusive rabbits</span>. Because tripping down our humans to the ground with a sudden pull is only funny so many times. ;)<br /><br />PS: the doggies have tagged <a href="http://vanilla.blaogy.com/">Mirana,</a> <a href="http://vola.ralambo.free.fr/blog/">Vola,</a><a href="http://web.jogany.com/">Jogany</a> to come up with 3 necessary gadgets that needs to be invented for the betterment of humanity ;). Sorry if it comes at a bad time but dogs do not know about school year ;).Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15561304085890605734noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18384566.post-1153454445255331712006-07-21T03:19:00.000+00:002006-07-21T04:54:45.556+00:00We're itGinga and Booboo got tagged by their aunty <a href=http://mamasaysso.blogspot.com>Rohini</a> and since they’re not so good with the typing they asked me to be their secretary sorry administrative assistant.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I am thinking about…<br /></span>Ginga: When do I eat next? Is that food? No it’s a chair. Hmm wonder how it tastes… woody, with a hint of pine nut and a smattering of varnish. Mmmm… when do I eat next… <br />BooBoo: I’m so bored. Those guys are trying to get their Ph.D. but they won’t let me. I want to do dog psychology with special case study of Fatass aka Ginga.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I said…</span><br />Ginga: RUFF! Fear me I am Ginga <br />BooBoo: A woo woo woo A woo woo woo. Don’t I sound impressive, ladies?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I want to…</span><br />Ginga: Eat and lay outside all day saying hi to the neighbouring dogs and sleep on the couch at night. <br />BooBoo: Run very fast and have other dogs chase me. They can’t catch me ha ha ha.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I wish…</span><br />Ginga: I was 18, can finally escape and become a chef with my own restaurant. Maybe I can audition for Hell’s Kitchen. <br />BooBoo: I was King of the world. Ruling Brunswick is just not enough for me.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I hear...</span><br />Ginga: only the clink of the leash which means I go out, opening of wrappers which means I get food and strange and wondrous sounds from the world outside which I want to check out. I listen to commands only if they involve a payoff in treats.<br />BooBoo: The sounds of my own voice… so melodious, a woo woo woo woo. I can hear a rabbit at 500 metres and field mice at 100. I give the commands around here, the people better listen.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I wonder…</span><br />Ginga: I heard cheese sticks come from cows. Are cows God? <br />BooBoo: Am I a dog or a person? Must be a dog, dogs are far superior. Can smell and hear better and can lie around all day, get treats and massages and ‘play’ with my blanket without getting arrested.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I regret…</span><br />Ginga: That I didn’t play the guilt angle that I lost my mummy more. Might have got more treats out of it. Too late now I have 2 ladies clamouring to be my future mummy but oddly enough daddy does not feature in their plans.<br />BooBoo: Voting for Bush. Hey, they promised me a vote if I voted Republican. I figured that getting a voters ID card is the first step to becoming President and ruler of the world but as things are going now, there might not be a world left by the time I get to that.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I am…</span><br />Ginga: black and tan. Now can I have a black and tan? (mix of Guinness and Bass beers) <br />BooBoo: black and white. I’ll go with the Guinness and for dessert, a Smirnoff Ice (for Indian non-drinking readers that's Limca with some alcohol in it). <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I dance…</span><br />Ginga: on two back feet, forwards and backwards. German shepherds are spiritually Jamaican, didn’t you know? <br />BooBoo: on both feet, mainly jumping on and off the couch. OK border collies can’t dance.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I sing…</span><br />Ginga: when I see someone outside, when I want to go outside to do number 2 or when I’m bored. <br />BooBoo: A woo woo woo A woo woo woo. I’m singing now!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I cry…</span><br />Ginga: when they forget to leave food or trash for me to eat. <br />BooBoo: when Ginga jumps on me, the fatass weighs 10 kg more than me.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I am not always…</span><br />Ginga: concerned about eating. I also like massage and walks. <br />BooBoo: behind the couch. On the couch is good too, as long as I get to jump and run and sing.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I make with my hands…</span><br />Ginga: Dogs have paws silly. We lick them. I don’t mind a spot of carpet digging though if the shouting humans are not at home. <br />BooBoo: Ginga for once is right. Digging the carpet is pointless. Digging for field mice I wouldn't pass up though.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I write…</span><br />Ginga: my public relations officers mosilager and lova and imei handle that (see note above about hands). <br />BooBoo: my thesis on dog psychology of Ginga. It’s taking a long time and I fear I am turning into him.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I confuse…</span><br />Ginga: easily. Now did the humans want me to put my ass on the ground or 10 cm above it in a half crouch? <br />BooBoo: stupid people. They don’t know they should stay away unless I tell them it’s OK.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I need…</span><br />Ginga: another stomach. I love to eat. <br />BooBoo: a herd of sheep and a farm. Wouldn’t complain if there were some rabbits within 500 metres either.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">And finally…</span><br />Ginga: Now can I get my sausage? <br />BooBoo: Humans, I am your father. Pray to me and cater to my every need.<br /><br />OK so now I shall nominate for the GingaBoo 5 people who may or may not want to answer but I'll try anyway...<br /><br /><a href="http://video-limboland.blogspot.com/">Video</a> - she wants to be Ginga in her next life.<br /><br /><a href="http://mansoora80.blogspot.com/">Mansoora</a> - she comments 50,000 times on the web but hardly ever posts. Now's her chance.<br /><br /><a href="http://siddhuw.blogspot.com/">Siddhu's</a> crazy neo-Aryan roommate (Siddhu can write for him) - the roommate is insane and Siddhu does a good imitation.<br /><br /><a href="http://neomilieu.blogspot.com/">Sreekumar</a> - he always has profound thoughts on things... might get a serious answer to the tag!<br /><br /><a href="http://thisismydejavu.blogspot.com/">Rajesh</a> - for some spooky deja vu... wait isn't that a movie?Mosilagerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08293536314807508468noreply@blogger.com6