It's A Dog's Life · Take TWO · Woof Humor


This blog is slowly turning into more than just a blog for me.

It’s becoming a source of life.

Not only does it let me meet and interact with YOU, my lovely subscribers [ha! Like anyone’s going to believe I have more than 4 followers, anyway], it also gives me the chance to pour out my deepest thoughts, uncork my buzzing mind and just let loose for a while.

It allows me to be heard. Do you know how rare that is nowadays [for dogs and -increasingly- humans, too]??

And I find myself becoming obsessed. Not wanting, but NEEDING to be on here, either with a post to add to the archives or to just re-read my old writings or even to browse through my non-existent notifications.

And it’s scary.

Because it means that I am dependant not just on Mom [who else is gonna’ cater to my stomach’s needs??] and Pedigree [who else is going to be catered to my stomach??] and Modern Family [what else am I gonna’ binge-watch on Lazy Saturday], but a slice of cyberspace as well?? Are you serious??

Which is why I’ve decided that a break is well overdue. Ever since I started this thing up just over 2 years ago, I have worked consistently and regularly and come up with posts on a weekly basis which is a big deal, especially if you take into consideration how I need to sneak about to get my hands on the computer and the large risk I face every time I do [being a Labrador is not so easy, ya’ know].

Also, I have to admit that 1D taking a break is kind of where I got the inspiration from so shoutout to those guys [I’m giving them a shoutout?? This is beyond pathetic].

So… I guess this is goodbye.


See you in December 😀

Take TWO · Woof Humor


I cannot believe how close that was!! Phew!!

Just when I was beginning to despair, when I started to feel like all was lost and I had better throw the towel in before my parents figured out my deception and threw my towel in for me [if you have no idea what I’m going on -AND ON- about, read all about my -almost- Woof Wacation (sic)], I was SAVED SAVED SAVED by the very people because of whom I was plunged into this mess in the first place, the staff of Kissss FM.

That’s right. Just when I was ready to give up, ready to stop playing this silly little game and just TELL me parents that I can read, write, blog and understand conversation like any other human being [everything but TALK, basically, thanks to my impossibly flabby tongue that has vowed to make speech as difficult as can be for me -hey that rhymes!!] when Kissss FM went ahead and WITHDREW the entire thing!!

How sweet was that??

And, OK, it isn’t like they did it for ME. They sure as hell didn’t break the hearts of the two other winners just to please a bloggin’ DOG. It was probably because of some technical difficulty that popped in the way or something.

Either way, whether they did it because they love and admire me so much [HA!] or because of some financial problem, I’m OK with it. Because it means that I can continue blogging and listening to private conversations just like always, and to me, that is the ultimate pleasure.

Take TWO · Woof Humor

A Teensy Complication…

Turns out, I didn’t really think the whole thing through. Y’know, the Kissss FM (sic) Fiasco.Not only have I failed to mention a significant detail to the Kissss Fm staff [i.e, that I am a DOG and therefore cannot travel in aeroplanes -and probably cannot even participate in the One Direction Ballot in the FIRST place], but what about my FAMILY??

Do you think Mom and Dad are just going to be like, ‘Oh Feni, our darling little Labrador!! We just got a call from Kissss FM and the kind people there told us that you entered one of their competitions using Kathryn’s brand new phone -no wonder it has got fur all over it- but who cares about the mess or even the fact that thanks to how you sent the entry message about one thousand times, you’ve racked up our phone bill to higher than the gross annual income of a third world country because you WON!! Here you go, we will readily pay the air fees and discuss this startling discovery once your back from your holiday. I mean, you can understand humans talk AND type extremely well?? What a talented pooch you are, but we’ll talk about the later. For now, Bone Voyage!!’ [Get it??]

Over my DEAD BODY.

My parents are the strictest, most SAVAGE beings ever to have trodden the surface of the earth [and I am NOT kidding. They think Prof Fletcher in the legendary movie Whiplash was advocating teaching techniques that were too MILD for twenty-first century kids. Not THAT’S ruthless]. If they figure out that I’ve been eavesdropping on their conversations for the last FOUR YEARS and that it was me, not Kathryn, who wound up their phone bill to 2,546.50$, I’m dead dog meat.

No joke.