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Happy Halloween 2011

Oh-oh! It's that time of year again - Halloween. The dreaded time when spooky ghouls and witches come out to play.

And even worse...the dreaded time when Yours Truly gets dressed up in some ridiculous costume by Missus! I'm still 'haunted' from years gone by where I miraculously morphed into a ghost, a wizard, Dracula and, scariest of them all, 'Lord Gaga'.

This year, it took me a while to work out what Missus had in store fro me...

Surely I'm not supposed to be a 'choirboy'? That's not very scary...

...and a 'priest' is even less intimidating!

Making me into a 'woman' would be scary...but not very relevant to Halloween...

...Although I quite like the idea of becoming 'Stevie Wonder'. "I just called, to say, I love FOOD".

Things were taking a turn towards the bizarre. I looked like I was dressed to play snooker.

And what the heck am I supposed to be now? Amish?

A 'highwayman'?

Finally it all became clear. I'm a swashbuckling pirate like Jack Sparrow.

But I'm much better looking than Johnny Depp!

My name is 'Horrible Homer - the hooked hooligan of the high seas'. (But you can call me Homer for short).

"Yahaarrr me hearties...a Happy Halloween to you all!"

My Dad's Barkday

Yesterday was a special day - it was my Dad's barkday! Aroo... roo... roo...

I felt so excited, even though it was not my barkday (boo... hoo...).

My first instinct was to wake him up...

...but he's such a ‘lazy bones’!

With a little help from Missus, I had bought him a card...

... which had a cute version of me on it!

As I did not have any money to buy him a new present, I decided to give him the 'floaty balloons' which I had received on my barkday.

"So, what do you think Dad? Do you like them?"

As this was such a special occasion, we celebrated with a feast!

As usual, this was me in the kitchen worshipping the 'Lamb God'!

"Must... Resist... Temptations."

And, finally, here’s my portion!

"Happy Barkday Dad! I woof you with all my heart!"

Love,

Homer

A Day in the Pool

Quite some time ago, my humans took me to a place in Singapore where I could go swimming in my own 'private' pool!

As this was my first time at a swimming pool, it took me a while to figure out how to get in and out. Don't get me wrong, I'm not afraid of water, it's just that I'm used to swimming in the sea or in lakes (Garda and Como). The swimming pool proved to be a lot trickier. The tiles were slippery and my paws were sliding in all directions so I had to be extra careful.

Still, I eventually managed to master the art of getting in and out of the pool without making a complete fool of myself. Let me show you how it's done...

First of all, you've got to check that there are no sharks or crocodiles swimming around.

Then, you have to test the water to make sure that it's nice and cool.

When everything is fine, off you go!

Diving and jumping into the pool were not exactly my forte. I was more comfortable with the slow (and graceless) slide technique.

See what I mean?!?

Once I was used to getting in and out, my humans started to throw tennis balls for me to retrieve!

They made sure that the balls were as far away from me as possible.

At first, I thought I could get this ball without getting into the pool. If I just stretch a bit further... Unfortunately, I couldn't quite get there. If only I had a bigger mouth!