<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984</id><updated>2011-08-12T08:53:13.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CookiEeMonster &amp; JaPpyEpasTor</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>180</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-673596967761691440</id><published>2010-11-14T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T20:59:00.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet little gal</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Cookie baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy had just cleared one paper last Friday. Baby Cookie Mummy hasnt forgotten abt u. Not abit at all. Mummy been controlling my tots, my misses, my pain, my hurts, my everything and deeply burnt myself in studying for the past two weeks.  Mummy didnt write to u for the more i write, the more mummy cant hold on to myself. Cookie, i m sure u agreed and support mummy rite all these while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little baobei, Sunday Mummy went back to church. For the past two week due to the exam, Mummy had to gave it a miss for classmate are meeting up for group study. Baby cookie, Mummy feel that Mummy is so blessed. So blessed that mummy had a group of very nice classmates who hold me throu study these period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So blessed that Mummy have a group of very nice, close friends, church mates, church, friends who understand Mummy's heart without even had to speak, they just knew it...Baby cookie, church had became a place where Mummy find so comfortable with. A place where Mummy could just cry and not having to b judge at, just cry and not having to make other worri abt me, just lay everything down and just be able to cry. Have not been crying these much not til Sunday. Crying bring off healing. Somehow Mummy find it so funni, the more i cry - the more i understand how deep my hurt was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Mummy recieved a wonderful gift. A gift which money cannot buy. Its a hand drawn pic of u baby. &lt;br /&gt;Its not a normal pic, Its a pic of love. &lt;br /&gt;A pic that was drawn out of love. A meaningful piece of gift from someone who have any see u before. &lt;br /&gt;But only know u and know Mummy. Knowing the same old pain that she once had before which Mummy is feeling just rite now, she pen it all down into this beautiful paper. Baby cookie, Mummy wonder how it will be like if u had know her before? &lt;br /&gt;How would baby react to her? Mummy wonder. &lt;br /&gt;Baby cookie, u have ur likes and dislike and Mummy nv seem to understand nor know how u different them. &lt;br /&gt;U like certain people and love them all the way (even if its just countable) U dislike certain people and snap at them whenever u see. &lt;br /&gt;Mummy wonder how u would treat this kind friend who had drawn this pic of love out and given it to Mummy. &lt;br /&gt;As Mummy are wondering, Mummy got a sense that she would fall into that countable group. She will rite Baby?&lt;br /&gt;U surely sense her love for u and Mummy rite?&lt;br /&gt;Baby cookie, even when u no longer are ard, Mummy still be able to feel u....&lt;br /&gt;Your presence stil around, in the hearts of those who noe u just as how Mummy received this hand drawn pic of u. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sweet little Cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/TOC9mmA46eI/AAAAAAAAA-I/ZQGY8_oiXvo/s1600/photo%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/TOC9mmA46eI/AAAAAAAAA-I/ZQGY8_oiXvo/s400/photo%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539636012402665954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: &lt;br /&gt;A, if u are reading this, I thank u for letting me be able to feel her even when she is gone. I feel that god have blessed me so much. And u too. U have a great gift god given to u...and by this pic u had touch my life.&lt;br /&gt;To another A, this journey would be hard to imagine if u wasnt ard wif me. In years to came, u be away to another country. I promiss and i m sure i b a stronger person by then. Stronger becos u help in molding me as one&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-673596967761691440?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/673596967761691440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-sweet-little-gal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/673596967761691440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/673596967761691440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-sweet-little-gal.html' title='My Sweet little gal'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/TOC9mmA46eI/AAAAAAAAA-I/ZQGY8_oiXvo/s72-c/photo%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-5229194535764756872</id><published>2010-11-01T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T18:30:34.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only</title><content type='html'>If only time can go back to when it is&lt;br /&gt;If only life can be strenghten to many more years to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I can hold u once again when tears fill up my eyes&lt;br /&gt;If only I can kiss u once again when my heart start to ache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy is so sorri...the more Mummy writes the more Mummy feel the pain. Missing u even more each time Mummy come in here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only u havnt gone away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-5229194535764756872?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5229194535764756872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/5229194535764756872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/5229194535764756872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-only.html' title='If Only'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-6779464956198329446</id><published>2010-10-28T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T23:54:30.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to the Vet</title><content type='html'>Cookie Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nite Mummy brought Jappy Kor Kor to the vet.  Grandma called in the afternoon complaining that Jappy Kor Kor not eating well for already 1mth and yet Mummy didnt bring him for a check up. Even Melvin Kor Kor complained that why Mummy didnt rush to the vet. Baby, u had a weaker immunity that whenever u are alittle not well, the first thing Mummy does is rush to the vet. But for Jappy Kor Kor, Mummy didnt cos he is alway much better. He heal faster and never really gave us problems. So Mummy never tot of going to the vet. But since Grandma and everyone complained and suggest i should bring for a check up. We went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby, Kor Kor is super healthy. Despite him not eating well for the past one mth, his weight is still slightly over. Baby cookie, u b shock if u noe his weight. hahahaa...despite not eating, he still a fatti. So mean of Mummy hor. But Mummy is glad he is healthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But vet confirmed one thing - He is emotionali affected. Not used to being alone without u? Physical, Kor Kor is perfectly fine but emotionali he is not. Emotional ur Kor Kor is not well. Hai baby cookie...now Mummy feel that physical wound is so much easier to nurse then emotional wound. Was told to move the furniture area and try to change the food bowl and items at home...to help kor kor to get over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Baby, Mummy stil dun have the courage to keep away ur pee tray. Its easy said then done. Mummy just cant...cant keep away ur stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hard on Mummy these period...Baby, Mummy have to put up a strong front to face our family so that they wont worry, put on a happi face in work so that Mummy can continue working, put up a strong n loving side toward Jappy to be a good Mummy, Put up with the stress in the coming exam....Cookie how Mummy wish u are here wif Mummy. Only if u were still around...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-6779464956198329446?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6779464956198329446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/visit-to-vet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/6779464956198329446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/6779464956198329446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/visit-to-vet.html' title='Visit to the Vet'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-7175512276807309090</id><published>2010-10-27T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T02:59:20.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ash Necklace</title><content type='html'>Cookie Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy is right now looking for an ash necklace. U noe what it is? It a necklace that can contain ashes.  Mummy want to have one. Mummy wish to have one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy want to place ur ash inside this necklace and wear it whereever i goes.  Mummy want cookie baby to be close to Mummy. Not just in memories....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy told Daddy that one day if Mummy passed on before Daddy, Daddy will have to remember to mix Mummy's ash and cookie's ash together. Like wise, Mummy promissed Daddy to do the same.  Does it means that we are together forever, Baby?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-7175512276807309090?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7175512276807309090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/ash-necklace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7175512276807309090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7175512276807309090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/ash-necklace.html' title='Ash Necklace'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-553851475682003343</id><published>2010-10-26T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T02:44:36.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kor Kor Jap Jap not eating</title><content type='html'>Cookie Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 2nd day ur kor kor have not taken any meals. He only took a few pcs of meat. And now, Mummy can feel his ribs bone already. He really slim down alot alot. Nothing seem to work for him. Nothing seem to interest him except going out of home. Mummy wonder was it because ur tragic accident leave a bad impact on him. He is getting out of hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy got an idea not sure if it works. Tonite, Mummy is going to mince all the meat/veg/potato together and stem for him. Hopeful he get to eat some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to be 6.5 kg. And Mummy suspect he is weight just barly 6kg or even lesser. U remember when kor kor first came to us, his weight is only 5.8kg and he is like boney. Can feel his bone everywhere. Now he is back to that shape again. Hai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha cookie baby - Mummy just happen to weight myself too. Mummy also lost weight. Mummy lose 3kg in just one mth time. That fast yah. Daddy been nagging so much abt Mummy weight lost. Gonna pump up more....U remember how Mummy alway complained to u that Mummy put on weight? And baby cookie, hahah only u wont laught at Mummy when Mummy complained hor. Cos all of Mummy friends will scream if Mummy ever say I m Fat...or i put on weight. But cookie, u noe rite...Mummy did put on..became more fleshy. Baby Cookie...gave Mummy more time...soon Mummy will put on and start my complain again k. U miss Mummy's nag rite dun u?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-553851475682003343?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/553851475682003343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/kor-kor-jap-jap-not-eating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/553851475682003343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/553851475682003343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/kor-kor-jap-jap-not-eating.html' title='Kor Kor Jap Jap not eating'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-3962316835892507213</id><published>2010-10-26T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T00:36:44.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jappy Kor Kor not eating</title><content type='html'>My Little Angel Cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jappy Kor Kor throw temper again. He refused to eat since yesterday. Yesterday whole day, he just ate a few pieces of meat. Mummy even make the effort to cook for him since he refuse to eat his barf. And even after cooking, he only took a few pcs and Mummy had to throw away the rest. Waste Mummy's and Daddy's effort. Cookie baby,its ur fav rite - homecook food. How Mummy wish to be able to see u eat just another meal...but its not gonna be anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy had tried my best...but stil the best to Kor Kor never seem rite. This morning, We even wake up early and brought him downstair for a walk, thinking he might be able to eat after that. But still, he refuse to. Till Daddy gave up and decided we shall let him strave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie, Mummy is so worried now. U noe Jappy Kor Kor have gastric problems all these while. How can he not eat for few days? Mummy think he sure gonna vomit again? Mummy afraid he might just b too depress to eat, and slowly get weaker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby cookie, u noti little chille padi...where have u been? Playing too much in heaven? U not watching over ur Kor Kor yah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-3962316835892507213?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3962316835892507213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/jappy-kor-kor-not-eating.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/3962316835892507213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/3962316835892507213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/jappy-kor-kor-not-eating.html' title='Jappy Kor Kor not eating'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-2581428364504765442</id><published>2010-10-24T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T22:46:47.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going a month</title><content type='html'>Baby Cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its going a month without u. Times passed real fast. Mummy cant figure out how i have lead this almost a mth time. But stil days passes by each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just rite now cookie, Mummy isnt feeling reali good. The pain of losing u is still so raw...still so new...still so real like its had just happened. Emotions have been like a rollar coaster. There are times when Mummy seem just alright...and there were moments just like now when Mummy's heart just ache non stop. Life is just so fraigle like a nice sweet bubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayb others wont know, Mayb others cant tell, Mayb others cant understand nor feel, how deep Mummy's wound is...But cookie u surely know rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little angel, will u come back to me if u have the chance? Will u come and visit Mummy in my dreams?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-2581428364504765442?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2581428364504765442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/going-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/2581428364504765442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/2581428364504765442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/going-month.html' title='Going a month'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-6369318977346682501</id><published>2010-10-23T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T01:34:55.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When its all that u have</title><content type='html'>Cookie baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nite, Mummy had to burn midnite oil studying for the upcoming exam. Mummy did it alone with all the rest sleeping. Even Jappy Kor Kor cant wait and fast alseep before everyone of us... Mummy stay up late til 1plus pm. And suddenly, Mummy just break down again. Mummy really miss u. Do u know this is the most difficult time in Mummy life. Cookie - Mummy is so lousy rite? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nite time seem the hardest. Esp when all are alseep. If u were stil around, am i sure u will be here for Mummy rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing life without u would be hard but it until Mummy had really experience the loss that i realised the pain. Its when someone loss before, then that someone will realised how it have been. How true...and how real it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like now. Mummy never know that all i need is God until all i have is God...Only God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-6369318977346682501?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6369318977346682501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-its-all-that-u-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/6369318977346682501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/6369318977346682501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-its-all-that-u-have.html' title='When its all that u have'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-8802898107778219812</id><published>2010-10-22T17:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T17:26:52.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss u</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/TMIo7bvv5nI/AAAAAAAAA-A/dVrEquvEFaE/s1600/4893_103773641553_749006553_2775596_7495396_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/TMIo7bvv5nI/AAAAAAAAA-A/dVrEquvEFaE/s400/4893_103773641553_749006553_2775596_7495396_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531028293889812082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie baby, Mummy found this pic while tidying the PC. Its Cookie and Mummy. Baby, do u stil remember? We went to help out at the dog show? And there is a mini competition for the look alike couple - owner and dog. And Mummy went to took this pic wif u and me. &lt;br /&gt;Haha - cookie, we didnt win any at all. But Mummy stil think we look the best, cookie look the best of all. Cookie baby, u look so much like Mummy, dont u? U think so? &lt;br /&gt;Past two days, our laptop spoilt and Daddy had to send for repair. So Mummy start to tidy up all the pics. Seeing ur pics hurt so much. And Mummy became worry, wondering if cookie is happy and all rite now? Remember, whenever we go holiday - cookie u will wait for days and not even wan to sleep. The most u nap while and start waiting again...And only when we are back, then u will sleep like a log for days. &lt;br /&gt;Mummy wondering will u behave this way without us ard? But daddy say no...u will wait but u have god to shower plenti of love on u. Daddy and Auntie A said u prob sitting on God's lap, all the time, bark and showing ur teeth at those that wan to cum near...that's u rite Baby. Mummy always try to picture this imagine whenever Mummy feel pain. Mummy hope God will have many many hands so he could reserve one for u, to hug u. Mummy hope God will have many many legs so he could reserve one for u, to let u sit on his lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie, Mummy miss u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-8802898107778219812?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8802898107778219812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-miss-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/8802898107778219812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/8802898107778219812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-miss-u.html' title='I miss u'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/TMIo7bvv5nI/AAAAAAAAA-A/dVrEquvEFaE/s72-c/4893_103773641553_749006553_2775596_7495396_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-1295535378443318736</id><published>2010-10-20T20:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T21:15:04.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is all about....</title><content type='html'>Baby Cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy woke up and was crying this morning again. But Baby cookie, this time Mummy dun feel as bad as those other many times that Mummy shed my tears. &lt;br /&gt;Somehow Mummy seem to understand certain things. Mayb not fully understood yet, but Mummy is somewhere there...i felt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy been telling myself, if Mummy continue this way...feel down and sad...cookie baby will also be very sad, worried and wont bare to let go too. Baby u love Mummy as much as Mummy love u rite...Just as u dun wan, dun wish to see a heartbroken Mummy, Mummy also dun wan to see a heartbroken Cookie. Mummy been thinking of this, for every little tears that roll down frm my eyes, Mayb it even more on cookie beautiful eyes. And frm this, Mummy suddenly feel like "wake up' kind cos Mummy wont want cookie to be in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its painful period while feeling cant really be control by oneself. But Mummy can control how to react to these feeling. I can control not to let my mind think of the unhappiness and dwel on it. Can control to keep my mind on happy issue. Can control my mind on the sweet moments wif cookie...I could do much more then dwelling into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Cookie, U must be smilling happily rite now rite? Wherever u are now (Mummy wish u are in heaven thoug), Mummy wan u to be happy...Always happy...cos Mummy really love Cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what love is all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P/S: Thanks to my dear friends, for all ur prayers and support. U noe who u are rite, hehee i dun have to cum out names rite...frm the deepest of my heart - really thank u all. Becos of ur prayers, i m slowly and will slowly pick up frm the lowest soon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-1295535378443318736?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1295535378443318736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-is-all-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/1295535378443318736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/1295535378443318736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-is-all-about.html' title='Love is all about....'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-2060736011458911961</id><published>2010-10-18T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T01:37:46.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ur Jappy Kor Kor</title><content type='html'>Baby Cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u miss Jappy Kor Kor? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, ur Jappy Kor Kor miss u so much. He is doing much better now compare to last two weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Cookie, Kor kor is stil not eating well. He no longer the happy go lucki Jappy anymore. &lt;br /&gt;U remember, he used to bark and whine and jump when Mummy was preparing food for the both of u. &lt;br /&gt;And cookie gal, u always got so angry with his rubbish that you will snap at him to ask him to shut up. Without u scolding him, he seem not keen in food anymore. He no longer cum and wait for his food in joy. &lt;br /&gt;In fact, when Mummy start preparing food, he walk into the room with his tail down. Sometime when Mummy chased after him, he went to hide inside the walk in wardrobe and He even peek to see if Mummy went off chasing him already ant. Mummy had no choice so we change his diet to one meal a day. Cos by night time, he would be strave and hungry and have no choice but to eat. Even at nite, Mummy had to take like 20min to feed him compare to 5min when u are ard.&lt;br /&gt;Jappy kor kor also not interested in treats anymore. Whatever treats we gave, he refuse to take.&lt;br /&gt;Cookie baby, u see...actuali Jappy kor kor do love cookie alot too. Ur leaving left such great impact and changes in kor kor life. Do u noe how much we love u baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby cookie, Mummy still havent been sleeping well. And due to the lack of sleep, Mummy start having headache almost everyday. So bad so that Mummy had to take panadol daily. Mummy will try to cut down taking k. Ohya baby, our bach flower just came yesterday. Mummy took it last nite. This bach flower is a combination of a few naturals flower which help to calm the mind...read that its help with insomnia too. Baby u are stil watching over Mummy rite? Mummy have been trying my best to be happy each day, taking each day - hr by hr. Baby cookie, can u tell Mummy is trying already?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-2060736011458911961?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2060736011458911961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/ur-jappy-kor-kor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/2060736011458911961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/2060736011458911961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/ur-jappy-kor-kor.html' title='Ur Jappy Kor Kor'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-8244756115925805967</id><published>2010-10-17T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T18:59:57.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are my everything</title><content type='html'>Cookie Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This three years is the most wonderful three years in Mummy's 27 year of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not just a pet nor a dog to Mummy...but you are Mummy's everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made Mummy's going home a looking forward process...from the day u cum till the day u left. Every weekdays at work, Mummy just cant wait to go home to have u jumping in joy upon seeing Mummy is home. Cookie, do u remember all these? Will u forget Mummy? Mummy have not forgetten every little bits of Cookie, not at all, not now and not ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U are a very quiet dog. U seldom bark, only when there is some one at the door. Even when something goes wrong, u never bark and seldom whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things goes wrong, u are always the one who pick it up. When the aircon was leaking, be it in the middle of the nite or be it in the day time when Mummy was busy wif other thing, u stood rite there...looking at the aircon and looking back at Mummy. Mummy is a blur person yah. U are alway the one who notice things. Mummy only notice the aircon leaking, despite its pouring out so much water, until Mummy saw that look on ur face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just the aircon, the tiolet bowl leakage too. U stood outside the tiolet refuse to move even when Mummy call a hundred times...not until Mummy discover it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, do u remember there was once there is a big fly in Mummy room that make Mummy frek out. U were so brave. U jump and jump trying to catch the fly away. And eventuali the fly gave up and left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie, Mummy have to learn to live my life again. All over again...without u around anymore....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-8244756115925805967?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8244756115925805967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-are-my-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/8244756115925805967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/8244756115925805967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-are-my-everything.html' title='You are my everything'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-2325119124940240115</id><published>2010-10-17T06:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T06:29:24.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pretty Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/TLr5ITEw4TI/AAAAAAAAA94/AGOsgoow41o/s1600/DSC_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/TLr5ITEw4TI/AAAAAAAAA94/AGOsgoow41o/s400/DSC_0110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529005413505229106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie&lt;br /&gt;Do u noe u are so pretti in Mummy's eye? &lt;br /&gt;Do u noe u are just the right size for Mummy to hug?&lt;br /&gt;Do u noe u look so much like Mummy?&lt;br /&gt;Do u noe u are a sweet little angel to Mummy?&lt;br /&gt;Do u noe u got two brown eyes that speak?&lt;br /&gt;Do u noe u got the best mixture of colour?&lt;br /&gt;Do u noe u got super nice soft fur?&lt;br /&gt;Do u noe u got a heart shape at the right side of ur body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pretti little Angel Cookie...&lt;br /&gt;Mummy love u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-2325119124940240115?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2325119124940240115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-pretty-angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/2325119124940240115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/2325119124940240115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-pretty-angel.html' title='My Pretty Angel'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/TLr5ITEw4TI/AAAAAAAAA94/AGOsgoow41o/s72-c/DSC_0110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-1226388818457872469</id><published>2010-10-17T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T05:38:52.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Sunday</title><content type='html'>Baby Cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sunday seem worse then last sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy woke up with a bad backache, whole body aching and couldnt go church. Becos Mummy didnt sleep well last nite. Mummy was awake in the middle of the nite. Mummy cried myself to sleep again. Weekend been always hard.Middle of the nite while Mummy was awake, Mummy blamed the aircon, the weather, the blanket, everything and even wake Daddy up to adjust the aircon etc....But the real true fact - Mummy noes. Its becos Cookie u are not here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie how long more will Mummy get used to without u? How long more will Mummy be pefectly ok? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel Cookie...it been more almost three weeks already. And til now, Mummy stil feel like it had just happen...the pain is so intenses, so real...so deep.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy been reading alot of book right now...book on dealing wif the loss of pets...books on do dogs go heaven...Mummy seem to be searching for an answer...But yet deep within Mummy noe there is no answer. No answer to why cookie is gone, No answer to why Cookie had to go, No answer to how to cope wif all these. Mummy just had to learn, learn to grow used to it. Learn to go out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remember, Auntie A said this to Mummy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can let go, let go of the pain...let go of the guilt&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Let go doesnt mean not to love cookie anymore&lt;br /&gt;Let go mean to honour this love for cookie &lt;br /&gt;Let go mean to remember this love for cookie&lt;br /&gt;Let go mean to get on life and be a happier person&lt;br /&gt;Let go mean to treasure the current wan who left behind &lt;br /&gt;Let go mean not to dwell on the passing by&lt;br /&gt;And by being able to let go - this is the true essence of love. Cos cookie wont wan Mummy to be be in pain, to be in guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy is still going through this...learning what its really meant to be. Perhaps this is ur purpose of life when u cross Mummy's path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-1226388818457872469?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1226388818457872469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/our-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/1226388818457872469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/1226388818457872469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/our-sunday.html' title='Our Sunday'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-4833010915452763294</id><published>2010-10-16T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T06:04:27.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Baby Cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Mummy did study in the afternoon. Are u smiling, seeing Mummy studying? Mummy kept telling myself that the more i study, the more cookie be happy. Am i right baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just came back frm grandma place. Mummy cried again. Its a process Mummy had to go through bah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy having a terrible headache now. Going to take panadmol to sleep soon cos tomolo Mummy going church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Angel, Mummy is home already. Can u see Mummy? Can u hear Mummy? Can u feel Mummy? Can u cum to Mummy dreams one more time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby...Mummy miss ur smell. Miss ur stomach and ur butt. Miss ur soft fur. Miss ur kisses. Miss ur tiny little paw. Miss the way u hump ur miss piggy. Miss every little bit of u. Do u noe everywhere Mummy goes, Mummy imagine u were stil ard...Mayb this way help Mummy not to feel so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnite my sweet little cookie gal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-4833010915452763294?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4833010915452763294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/4833010915452763294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/4833010915452763294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-1223998513810830998</id><published>2010-10-13T20:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:01:24.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My last day of sch</title><content type='html'>Cookie Gal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Mummy's last day of school. Remember everytime Mummy tell u to endure for Mummy. Endure that Mummy had to go school on every tues n thur nite and had to be home late. Mummy told u its gonna be a yr. And soon aft its finished, Mummy will have time for u. Mummy said before, after this course, Mummy will bring you and korkor down for walk everyday...but Baby u didnt wait til then. Actuali Mummy wanted to start bringing u for walks more often then before already, but before Mummy could do so,U were gone already. Frankly Mummy hate this words...U are gone. This is exact the words Mummy heard when i rushed u in to the vet on that tragic day. Frankly, Mummy knew it before we even reach the vet. But Mummy just dun wan to face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last day of school and Mummy was feeling much worse then yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Mummy gonna force myself to study. Each time Mummy tink of u, each little pain Mummy feel, each little fear that grip Mummy heart....Mummy gonna convert all this to Mummy's exam. Baby cookie u be just like before rite...right beside Mummy...watching over Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 was realli a bad year for Mummy. This year is the hardest of all years. Even harder then the year Mummy loss Grandma. This year is the year, Mummy loss my everything...my heart, my love, my little cookie gal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th Oct cuming...ur heartworm day. Should Mummy cook something nice for u on that day? Mummy feel like doing so...but yet noeing u wont there eating and had to throw the things away eventuali...but still, Mummy think i will do it. Even if u cant eat it, Mummy hope at least u can smell it...can u smell it in heaven? Can u smell Mummy's love for u? Its very sweet? Shall i prepare ur fav egg, pork and mmm let Mummy think and cum out with something nice for u ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-1223998513810830998?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1223998513810830998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-last-day-of-sch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/1223998513810830998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/1223998513810830998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-last-day-of-sch.html' title='My last day of sch'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-293730035902073302</id><published>2010-10-12T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T20:40:53.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I tot its was u</title><content type='html'>Angel Cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nite, its was pouring. Wif thunder and storm in the very early morning. Mummy think its ard 4plus or 5plus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Cookie baby, while Mummy was sleeping. Mummy heard the thunder roar. And was simi awake by it. Then out of the blue, Mummy felt a soft body cuming very gently and curl up in between Mummy legs. Like how u alway are. U will automatic cum in between Mummy Legs when Mummy was watching TV and u would curl up and lay ur head on Mummy leg for support. Within that spilt sec, in Mummy's sub conscious mind, Mummy tot it was you. Really you. Only you. &lt;br /&gt;And Baby, Mummy even call Cookie. And that moment it struck Mummy that its wasnt u. Its Jappy Kor Kor. Jappy Kor Kor nv done such act before. And becos of the thunder, he is so scare that he curl to Mummy legs and hide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Is god trying to tell Mummy that Mummy stil have Jappy kor kor. Or iszit Angel cookie cum back to peep at Mummy? Are u the wan who teach Jappy Kor Kor to comfort Mummy in such a way? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Cookie, mayb Mummy is missing u too much...that Mummy tot it was u. And i m wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-293730035902073302?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/293730035902073302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-tot-its-was-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/293730035902073302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/293730035902073302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-tot-its-was-u.html' title='I tot its was u'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-7595337590169771038</id><published>2010-10-11T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T19:20:19.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will u?</title><content type='html'>A painful truth&lt;br /&gt;Why do u had to leave me in such a way?&lt;br /&gt;God took u away when I least expected it&lt;br /&gt;Ur leaving left me pain and hurt&lt;br /&gt;Do u noe how much I love u&lt;br /&gt;Even now, then and forever&lt;br /&gt;Becos I love u and I m feeling the fear&lt;br /&gt;How do I be ever to bond with another again&lt;br /&gt;Is this a lesson I have to learn&lt;br /&gt;For me to grow stronger &lt;br /&gt;And for my faith in god to grew deeper&lt;br /&gt;I imagine u were rite beside me&lt;br /&gt;Even if ur body wasn’t here anymore&lt;br /&gt;Am I rite that u are still watching over me&lt;br /&gt;Pls dun ask me how I m&lt;br /&gt;Cos I m never the same as before&lt;br /&gt;I m not ok at all even if I ever smile&lt;br /&gt;Time will heal wound that I know&lt;br /&gt;But knowing and going though is two different thing&lt;br /&gt;Mayb one day we will be together again&lt;br /&gt;The long long wait seem a hundred years to me&lt;br /&gt;R u as painful as I m&lt;br /&gt;I dun wan u to b in pain&lt;br /&gt;But then again I couldn’t even control myself&lt;br /&gt;Do u tink I m a lousy mummy&lt;br /&gt;Lousy cos I make u worried &lt;br /&gt;Pls wait for me and come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Will u do so even if I m that lousy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-7595337590169771038?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7595337590169771038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/will-u.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7595337590169771038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7595337590169771038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/will-u.html' title='Will u?'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-3586202957101544511</id><published>2010-10-10T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T18:01:56.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ur friends</title><content type='html'>Cookie Gal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U remember "Lion" the silky terrier who stay the opposite block? I m sure baby u would remember. Ur memory exceed what Mummy can think and expect of. Yesterday, Mummy saw the owner and lion and they asked about u? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that they missed u alot cos our timming of walk alway doesnt reali met. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Mummy wept when Mummy had to tel them hw u passed on. Mummy reali reali hate it, Hate to go throu telling others, Hate to think of it...and whenever Mummy does think of the way it happen, Mummy start to go into panic attack. &lt;br /&gt;Even rite now baby. A sense of fear just grip Mummy's heart.Mummy also dun noe what i m so scare of.&lt;br /&gt;U noe Baby, u must b very heartpain rite, Mummy had to take pill to calm myself down so that Mummy is able to sleep for the first few days. And Mummy had stop taking the pills for days already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last nite, Mummy took grandma's relaxers pill again. And after taking, mummy felt so guilty thinking of your little black face looking at Mummy. Yesterday was a bad evening. Mummy met Lion owner and yet at the clinc Mummy had to face grandma's crying and yet have to be stronger in front of her. Baby, Mummy promiss it would be the last time ok. Mummy promissed to myself and to u ok. Pls forgive Mummy once more time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby cookie, mummy had to tell myself everytime that it fated that it had to happen. My little baby gal, iszit true? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lion Mummy told us Lion's real mother passed away by car accident. And it happen on that fated day that the owner went out without locking the wooden door, only lock the metal door. They use to do so and Lion mother nv once escape out. But just that very day...she ran out and was knock down by a car. They didnt even manage to find her only hours later. And the cleaner told them that the cleaner was about to discard away the body if they had been a minute late in claiming. Baby, its all fated rite? The time to cum had to cum eventuali? Mummy been telling myself this...its true rite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-3586202957101544511?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3586202957101544511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/ur-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/3586202957101544511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/3586202957101544511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/ur-friends.html' title='Ur friends'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-2948963721099454967</id><published>2010-10-10T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T21:54:01.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth</title><content type='html'>Baby Angel Cookie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's weekend was so hard to go by, a struggle to wake as always....struggle not that Mummy was sleepy, Mummy wasnt at all - in fact Mummy didnt reali sleep well. Mummy alway wake up in the middle of the nite and just couldnt go back to sleep. Struggle cos Mummy cant feel u. Struggle cos No cookie to kiss Mummy. Struggle cos Mummy had to let go but just didnt seem to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy cried so badly for the first week. But as days passes, Mummy felt so numb to living life...numb to crying, numb to everything in life. The truth is cruel yet so real...the more Mummy realised, the more Mummy numb Mummy feel. Baby u must be hating Mummy this way, Mummy hate it too. And Baby, there isnt much tears cuming out...but instead the pain seem to trap inside Mummy's deepest heart. You noe cookie, Mummy look fine on the outside but deep within my smile, Mummy 's heart is aching. Mummy had to smile...Mummy had to look good on the surface cos if Mummy dont, manys will be worried esp grandma. Grandma not doing well. Grandma visited the doc last nite n was crying n crying. Baby, dun be upsad k, give Mummy and Grandma more time...ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy went church on sunday. From the start to the end, Mummy felt nothing wrong. Nothing wrong as in Mummy didnt feel crying like Mummy feel so numb to all these...mayb Mummy is trying to avoid, running away frm the truth. But stil Baby, toward the ending just before we left...Mummy broke down again. Mummy tot i wouldnt, but something inside making Mummy couldnt control anymore then. No matter how many times Mummy asked God why take Baby Cookie away? Why u? It is not going to change the truth...The truth hurts cos Baby u are the most precious...the most special...the most beautiful...the most protective...the most attached...the most sweet...the most gentle...the most bold...the most smart...gal mummy always love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, whereever u are rite now, can u see us from where u are? Baby, dun be too noti, smelling others and not letting other friends to smell u. Baby dun bark too much and forget abt drinking water. Everytime Mummy say drink water, u will go drink drink...u understand Mummy words rite...now Mummy not beside u anymore, u have to be good gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Mummy decorated a special place for u at home, in front of our bed. Mummy brought a very beautiful cystal frame for ur photo, matching cystal box to hold ur soft fur, ur baby teeth...Mummy also brought an angel. This little angel is holding a heart that wrote Sept. Cookie, do u noe u are just like this angel...Mummy's September Angel Gal. Baby do u like what Mummy have done up for u. Are u happy smiling in Joy seeing this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Mummy hope i could sent u this pices to where ever u are...the place for cookie belong to in Mummy 's heart, Mummy's room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526645188748743298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/TLKWhIr9koI/AAAAAAAAA9I/G0Bu8bteb5Y/s400/IMG_0632.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526643861303996002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/TLKVT3keLmI/AAAAAAAAA9A/UA-bOPHHuUI/s400/IMG_0631.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-2948963721099454967?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2948963721099454967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/truth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/2948963721099454967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/2948963721099454967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/truth.html' title='The Truth'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/TLKWhIr9koI/AAAAAAAAA9I/G0Bu8bteb5Y/s72-c/IMG_0632.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-933843779581596556</id><published>2010-10-09T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T03:20:44.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A time for everything</title><content type='html'>Cookie Baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it meant as an accident? or was it just a way that it should happen? Would it had been better if Mummy was beside u? Mummy hate to tink of the way u passed on cos its just too hurting to see u throug that. Would it be worse if Mummy was beside u then? Would cookie baby be guilty n hurtful to let go of Mummy if Mummy were beside u then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Mummy was told that there is a time for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time of joy and A time of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;A time of birth and A time of death&lt;br /&gt;A time of happiness and A time of saddness&lt;br /&gt;Nothing on earth stands forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Baby cookie, Mummy found one thing that will last forever that exist all Time...even if days passess, Mummy love for Cookie will nv fade. Mummy will have to carry on Mummys journey on earth...be it painfully...but Mummy will bare this love for cookie til the days Mummy's life on earth is done and that we shall meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U noe baby cookie, Mummy still have not clear away ur pee tray.  Mummy just cant bear to do so...but Mummy noes one day Mummy had to so. Ur urine stain stil remains there. And each time Mummy look at the pee tray, the image of u - there peeing flashes back on Mummy mind. Baby, u noe....Mummy just feel so connected wif u. Whenever u poo poo and stain all over ur backside, u little clean frek....u will b so afraid to sit down wif stain on ur backside. Daddy can nv tel when u stain ur backside or when u didnt. But Mummy were so proud of myself that just one look at cookie - Mummy noes. Cos Cookie baby, u will always gave Mummy that weird look...the look that Mummy had no way in describing it. But Mummy noes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like how Cookie noes Mummy tot inside out. Just by one look on Mummy face, Cookie noes Mummy wants Cookie to cum and sit on Mummy lap. Baby Cookie, u noe it rite even when Mummy nv say it out and was saying it in my heart. U seem to hear Mummy's heart dont u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That how close we are Baby. The love that bond us together....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-933843779581596556?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/933843779581596556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/time-for-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/933843779581596556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/933843779581596556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/time-for-everything.html' title='A time for everything'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-1043099755493038180</id><published>2010-10-08T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T19:50:41.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sat</title><content type='html'>Baby Cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 2nd Sat without u waking Mummy up. Baby, am i a lousy Mummy? Mummy woke up crying again.  The more Mummy misses u, the more truth sank in to Mummy's heart and that is Cookie is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Cookie, Mummy cant help thinking abt u. Yesterday, Mummy finali bath Jappy Kor Kor. But Mummy cried aft the Bathing session. Baby Angel, u wont want to see Mummy like that rite? U must b very upsad wif Mummy rite now.  U noe when u are angry wif Mummy, ur little black face show. U noti little gal...Mummy miss calling u this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jappy Kor Kor wasnt doing very well this morning. He refuse to eat his breakfast again. Mummy had to chase aft him and even so, he bite one mouth n puke it out.  Baby Cookie, is he missing u just as much or is he trying to b funi cos now he is the only wan left? Mummy cant help feeling angry wif him. Nowaday, Mummy seem to b angry over the smallest thing.  Baby, if u were ard things wouldnt b like this rite. Mummy's life just isnt complete without u by myside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-1043099755493038180?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1043099755493038180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/sat.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/1043099755493038180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/1043099755493038180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/sat.html' title='The Sat'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-624692398480874828</id><published>2010-10-07T17:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T20:39:06.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing u</title><content type='html'>Mummy's Angel Cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wif each passing days, Mummy just miss u more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u noe aft u left on that very day, mummy hate going home. Mummy hate going home to have no more cookie by Mummy's side. No more cookie greeting, Jumping and kissing Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy could no longer called out to Cookie and even if Mummy does calling the hundred times, Mummy noes Cookie will not be running to my arms again. Do u remember, u noti little gal, sometime u throw temper and refuse to cum to Mummy when Mummy called for u? U pretend u nv heard Mummy's calling when actuali u did, u pretend u were busy doing things even when u heard Mummy...U noti little gal so ful of character yah. But Mummy noe u just too well, just like how u noe Mummy - inside out. And when Mummy called oreo oreo instead of cookie cookie, u surely will cum flying into my laps. U were so possessive over Mummy rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U wont want any other dogs near Mummy rite. But u allow Jappy into our life. Mummy found a pic of u laying down next to Jappy Kor Kor on his first day home. U nv snap nor bite him. U allow him so. Angel cookie, was it becos u noe ur time wil be short wif us and u wan Mummy to have Jappy kor kor so Mummy wont be alone durning this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Cookie, Mummy have so so many undone things with u. U noe Mummy just brought the "HappyTail" skin tonic for u? Its combine of many herbs which is the best of all for skin. Mummy brought it speciali for u. But baby, mummy nv have the chance to feed u. U noe that very nite when Mummy was on the way hm, Mummy tot oh finali the tonic is here for cookie and mummy can feed u then. But then was never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Cookie, Mummy have not bath Jappy yet. After u left....and now he sink. Mummy remember every weekend we will have our bathing session. Its alway u first follow by Jappy Kor Kor. And whenever Mummy take out ur pail and towl, Baby u run to hide under the bench.&lt;br /&gt;And aft Mummy finish ur bath and blow u dry, u smell so nice and u will hop ard on the bed. U trying to show off rite and tel Mummy u feel so cooling rite?&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Mummy enjoyed doing all these for u. Blowing u dry is so easy cos baby u are so wel behave. U even sleep while sitting down when Mummy blow too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie, U hate to touch water and u alway try to keep urself clean and not wet. Even when we goes for walk. U jump over puddles of water, remember? Mummy will nv forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, tonite Mummy have to bath jappy kor kor already. Eventuali, Mummy have to. But its so painful to even think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is never gonna be the same without u anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-624692398480874828?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/624692398480874828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/missing-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/624692398480874828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/624692398480874828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/missing-u.html' title='Missing u'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-8538977555192020720</id><published>2010-10-06T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T23:25:57.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>Angel Cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being there for mummy when mummy needs someone&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving mummy even when mummy throw temper at times&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for protecting me mummy when mummy is in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for teaching mummy how to care for a noti little pup like u&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for letting mummy learn what is best for a sick baby like u which is love&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making mummy realised just how different you are&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for worrying abt mummy when mummy is sick&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for missing mummy when mummy is away on holiday&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for forgiving mummy when mummy forbid u frm eating junk food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, thank you for cuming into mummy life. U are god greatest gift to mummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-8538977555192020720?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8538977555192020720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/8538977555192020720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/8538977555192020720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-8304965671786920371</id><published>2010-10-05T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T18:23:14.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Angel Cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the 5th day of the month...remember every 5th day, Mummy have to feed Jappy kor kor heartworm. And wif u ard, its so easy to feed him. He will gup down it fast. But cookie, u are alway so smart. U noe Kor kor very clumsy rite...he alway drop his food. And cookie will alway aim for it before mummy even notice it rite. And each time, mummy had to be super alert to prevent u frm eating it. And when ever mummy win, mummy had a long hard time trying to comfort u that the heartworm is not treats and u cant have it. But u greedy noti gal...wif another extra treats for u...Mummy easier win u over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday, Jappy kor kor just refused to eat it. He puke it out each time. So end up Daddy had to mix it in to his meal. And baby cookie, u noe what...this morning he vomit it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby cookie - u must be thinking what a waste rite? Its ur fav rite....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel cookie - last nite for the first time Mummy managed to sleep a good 3hrs. Its the longest sleep mummy had so far aft u left.  Mummy did improved rite baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam is cuming soon...Its reali a hard time for mummy. Its a constand reminder that in the past when mummy were burning midnite oil, baby u were there for me, waiting and company Mummy throughout the nite. Even Jappy kor kor gave up and went to bed. But just not u.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, becos of this...Mummy will make sure mummy passed the exam. Its painful but mummy will do it for u cos Mummy love Cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love is about giving....Mummy would gave it all out for u Cookie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-8304965671786920371?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8304965671786920371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/8304965671786920371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/8304965671786920371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-7998977077183418362</id><published>2010-10-05T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T07:30:28.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting go</title><content type='html'>My beautiful Angel Cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If letting you go will make u happy&lt;br /&gt;If letting you go will make u smile&lt;br /&gt;If letting you go will make u at ease&lt;br /&gt;If letting you go will make u joyful&lt;br /&gt;If letting you go will make u less worry&lt;br /&gt;If letting you go will make u less painful&lt;br /&gt;If letting you go will make u less hurtful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If letting you go is the one and only way Mummy can do to show u just how much Mummy love u,&lt;br /&gt;My baby cookie - Mummy will try my best,&lt;br /&gt;Mummy will let u go even when Mummy is in pain...even when Mummy is in fear...even when Mummy dun bare to let go&lt;br /&gt;But baby for u...Mummy will try...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-7998977077183418362?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7998977077183418362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/letting-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7998977077183418362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7998977077183418362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/letting-go.html' title='Letting go'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-8817297360141553154</id><published>2010-10-04T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T21:43:27.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Love</title><content type='html'>Baby Cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nite Mummy pray to god. Mummy ask god to let cookie gal cum into mummy dreams. And cookie, Mummy really did dreamt of u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy dreamt that cookie u went missing for days and suddenly u appear at our home. U cum in and were very happy. Mummy and Cookie were playing very very happily. And Jappy kor kor was as usuali tagging on behind u, joining us. Cookie, u were smiling in mummy dream and mummy sense ur love for mummy. Mummy held u up the way mummy used to do so. Mummy hugged cookie too. Cookie, Mummy finali noe that cookie wasnt upsad with mummy...cookie didnt blame mummy for what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy woke up rite aft the dream and couldnt sleep becos of tummy ache. til the morning. Cookie gal, mummy hate the morning part. Mummy alway dun feel good in the morning...without u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But baby, as mummy is writing this...mummy feel much better already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recalling last few days, mummy read from somewhere abt a lady whom lost her beloved baby. She was then just as devasted as mummy.  Someone question her : if she would trade off her pain vs the love she share between her baby if given a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And rite now every moment that mummy feel bad, imummy asked myself the same old question. And my answer was clear witout 2nd tot...mummy wont. mummy wont trade off any single thing for that bond, for that love...even when the pain seem everlasting. mummy just wont. And somehow this made mummy feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, u noti little chili padi. thats one of ur nick u noe baby. But baby Mummy decided to add one more nick for u. The Angel Cookie. Mummy's Angel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-8817297360141553154?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8817297360141553154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/our-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/8817297360141553154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/8817297360141553154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/our-love.html' title='Our Love'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-7809750623954753775</id><published>2010-10-03T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T21:47:24.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Was it u?</title><content type='html'>Cookie - Mummy's gal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday evening, Daddy fall alseep at ard 6plus. Mummy was very tired. Tired from crying and was laying on the bed. Jappy Kor Kor was beside Mummy. But Mummy just couldnt fall alseep. Mummy felt so lonely, so empty. Mummy kept saying God is beside Mummy but still...mummy sense fear. Just suddenly, mummy heard a sound. Remember, when u were wearing the ecollar on, with that collar on, and when mummy were in the tiolet or inside the room...u alway try to sneak in to be wif mummy. And that plastic ecollar sound squeeing throu the door sound. I heard it once and i told myself I m thinking too much. Missing too much...but then again, Mummy heard it again. It stop aft the third time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it u, Baby? u trying to cum into the room wif mummy? Mummy had left the door ajar, in case kor kor wan to go out....or when u wan to cum in. It became a habit already. R u reali here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy went to the living room alone. I tot i have to face it, face the tragic place where u left mummy. Mummy knee there for a good two hours. There wasnt any tears cuming out. Mummy felt so numb. So empty and lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But baby, Mummy were very surprise. U noe what - Jappy kor kor the fat lazy bum cum out to the living room. He was fall alseep when Mummy left the room. He cum out but he didnt cum near mummy nor did he cum to cuddle mummy. He just lay down at a corner with his head on the floor, facing mummy. He is watching over Mummy. Did u taught him so Baby?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-7809750623954753775?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7809750623954753775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/was-it-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7809750623954753775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7809750623954753775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/was-it-u.html' title='Was it u?'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-8149056876055855433</id><published>2010-10-03T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T01:08:48.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pain that nv ends</title><content type='html'>Cookie Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u noe mummy and daddy attended church service this morning. Mummy noes that god been very good to mummy that mummy got many great friends ard. And wif great daddy ard durning this difficult moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first 1-2 hrs, mummy reali did sang my heart out to god. But baby, dun noe why when the session end and when it time to go home, mummy felt a strange grip of fear again. Do u noe for the past few days aft ur leaving, mummy had been crying til a stage mummy actuali felt numb.  But somehow today on the way home, the pain cum again. But this time, there wasnt any tears cuming out at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, mummy seem so crazy. Some moments - Mummy seem prefectly fine, Some moments - Mummy just cant help feeling scare. And Mummy dun even noe what mummy is scare of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie, Mummy noe Mummy have to get over, have to let, have to move on. Feeling just isnt so easy to control at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-8149056876055855433?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8149056876055855433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/pain-that-nv-ends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/8149056876055855433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/8149056876055855433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/pain-that-nv-ends.html' title='The Pain that nv ends'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-6714090765079481943</id><published>2010-10-01T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T04:56:09.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The days witout u</title><content type='html'>Baby cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy woke up crying for u. Today is sat morning. Baby cookie, u alway noe when it is weekend rite? And when its a sat, u will prevent mummy from sleep late. U jump on mummy body and pants kisses to wake us up. U alway start wif Mummy, followed with Daddy and back to Mummy til we drag ourself up. Baby cookie, mummy miss u so so so much. Do u noe mummy feel like A robort now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sori baby nothing seem to ease the pain. Writing to u seem more painful but baby this is the only way mummy feel closer to u. U can hear me rite cookie? Baby, i wish i could just die and be with u. U noe Mummy even tot why not god take mummy away instead.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Mummy had sleepless nite. Mummy keep telling myself - cookie baby is with god now but yet this didnt ease mummy pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie - do u hate mummy? do u hate me for mummy wasnt there when u need mummy most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby cookie, daddy forcing me out to feed the strays this morning. On yesterday morning, as Daddy sent mummy to work, we saw one Black Mummy dog and a pup roaming ard looking for food. Daddy say we should put our pain into a strength for the stray who need some bit of love. So baby this morning we went to look for them...thiinking of sending them food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But baby we didnt find them, instead we landed up at an animal resort. We saw horses there, ostrids, rabbits and fishes. The place seem so peaceful. Mummy and daddy had our breakfast there. Its the first time Mummy managed to finish mummy's breakfast. U noe baby? did u lead us there? After breakfast, mummy suddenly think of u. how good it is if u were there wif us. but daddy say u were the one who lead us there so u are watch over us. Baby iszit true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy finali cut my long hair away. Daddy insist so. To have a fresh start? Mummy did cut eventuali. Baby can u see mummy's new hair cut even when u are in heaven? Do u tink Mummy look better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnite my cookie. Mummy had to go wash up. Daddy nagging already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-6714090765079481943?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6714090765079481943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/days-witout-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/6714090765079481943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/6714090765079481943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/days-witout-u.html' title='The days witout u'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-5512818684266477204</id><published>2010-10-01T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T18:42:26.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My forever Cookie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Day 1 of &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; arrival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;U cling on to me as daddy drove us home. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;U remember &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; tiny little paw nail poke into mummy cloths. That how strong u are baby. U are just 2.5mths old when we pick u up. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So what u are not as tiny as other Chihuahua…so what if they wan u for breeding….from that day on – u are mummy’s and daddy’s gal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The first 3 mths &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;With &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:city&gt; one side droopy ear…mummy and daddy take turn to rub &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; ear. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;We were told by doing so…our little gal wif droopy ear will broom into one wif sharp long ear. And baby u did. My pretty little gal. Do u noe u look just like mummy? Many people said so u noe baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Baby, u were so weak then....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Remember u cough n cough every moment that mummy even recorded and monitor the number of time u cough in an hr to the days following &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; recovery.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;U missed &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; vaccine due to the kennel cough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;U were given jab aft jab. Almost to the stage of going to be admitted if u dun pick up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But mummy n daddy were determined to do it right for u. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Baby thank u for you never collapsed to that cough. U sense our love didn’t u? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do u remember we cover blanket and enclose &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; play pen wif all the blanket as we were so afraid u will catch a cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You are the smartest gal I ever noe. You learn to sit at command at the tender age of 5mths old. U noe how to lay down at command.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your 6-9mths old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cookie u look just like a mouse then. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; droopy ear stand up high wif very little fur. Maybe u are jealous of mummy long hair thus u always like to pull off mummy hair band. And make mummy look like a crazy women chasing aft u, wif messy hair. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;U grow bigger now. U went for &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; vaccine and follow by 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;U were weak but baby u did recovered. Baby &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; body not so strong but u had a strong will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cookie noti little gal – u outgrow &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; play pen as u grow bigger. u are so smart, so smart that u manage to find a way to jump out of that play pen. Mummy cant figure out how u done it. I was at work, worry abt u when I received call abt u. And no one at home can manage to catch hold of u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;U spring so fast even mummy had a hard time catching you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Baby u were noti playful like pup which mummy enjoyed being with u.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Remember u bite and spoilt daddy many ear phone…and u love mummy hair clips that I lost count of how many that was spoilt by u. baby, I m happy u grew up this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Baby, mummy send u for sterilized when u were just 8mths old. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do u noe why mummy had to do that? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Baby, I wan the best for u. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wanted to mark an end to u being so called chosen as the breeding wan for that shop…I wanted u to no longer have to give birth and go through pain seeing &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; baby taken away from u. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I dun wan u to have any womb cancer when u age. Baby cookie, mummy wish and tot we would grow old together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You cry and scream at nites after the operation and mummy cried with u almost every nites. Mummy carry u every other hours to the pee tray. Do u remember?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your first nite sleeping with us was becos u are so playful. U managed to jump out of the playpen each time I close the light. U are so smart…smarter then anyone anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When mummy closed the light and watch u frm behind, u seem to know and u made no move. But the moment mummy entered into the room, monster cookie u jump out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Somehow mummy sense u. always checking on u. and yes baby u win, u had &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; first nite with us. In our bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You refused to sleep despite its 1am at nite. Daddy n I stay up til then and finally fall asleep as we still feel your tiny feet stepping over us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The next morning, mummy found u fast asleep right beside me. So sweet of u cookie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your 1 yr birthday and 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; yr birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mummy brought you a strawberry chesse cake. Its your fav rite baby. I remember u fighting with oreo over the cake. U remember baby? &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; 1 yr we had a small but loving celebration at home.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your first birthday also mark the year we shift into our new house. A home that belong to Daddy’s Mummy’s and Cookie’s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Still remember, u are a super clean frek….u only pee and poo at home and no where else. So for the very first nite in sengkang, u miss &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; pee and poo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Till the very next morning, u pee on our platform. Daddy had a hard time clean up the platform for &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; pee sink right into the wood…but baby mummy noe u were so guilty after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;We had a first photo shoot for u right after &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; first yr with us. Mummy wanted to keep good image of u when u are young. We arrange for the photo shoot. U were so easy to lure. U greedy little monster. With the power of treats, u do anything and everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do u remember mummy cook for u every dinner time? Due to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; weak health, mummy always wan to gave u the best food. And u got high taste yah that mummy had to experiment different kind of food. Cookie mummy reali tried my best to give u the best in term of nutrients and health. Mummy went around looking for supplements to boost &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; immunity you noe. Baby, I m so sorry, mayb what best for u iszit just supplements…its should b just letting u b happy. Forgive me for controlling ur diet…stopping you from eating rawhide….Mummy only wanted to give u the best healthy of all intake. Can u understand mummy’s?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cookie, u change our whole family life. Every little bit revole ard u. U noe Ah gong nv like dogs before u? It was u cookie who came and touch his harden heart. Melvin Korkor hated dog like hell baby. And when u were young as a pup....melvin kor kor keep blaming u for his allergy feet. Melvin kor kor nv touch any other dog. Cookie with ur sweet and smart nature, u change all these bit by bit. Mummy caught Melvin kor kor serveral times patting u, droping food on the floor for u....and gal u were so clever...u listen to his command rite. He move, u move. He sit, u sit. Just like how u were towards Mummy. Mummy's shadow? U open the door for Jappy to be ours. If it was any other dog, mummy were sure it wont work out this way. Thank you baby cookie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Baby cookie, remember our weekend spent with u in the car, waiting for mummy as mummy and daddy walk down that big field to feed “Blackie”. U remember her? Mummy told u Blackie got no food no love? Cookie u are such a sweet gal, u waited patiently in the car for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You cheeky gal…u start humping our legs almost every nite, despite the fact that u are spray. U noe mummy is “nono” target and u aim for daddy all the times. Till we cant stand it, we got u a Miss Piggy. U took to it the moment we brought it home. And everynite without fail, we caught u humpin piggy. Baby, we enjoyed seeing u happy, humping piggy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;When mummy and daddy had our argument, and mummy ran downstair to hide. Daddy carry u ard the blocks downstair looking for mummy. Baby, do u noe mummy saw u? Mummy saw &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; worri look too. And mummy give in becos of u. Becos mummy noe cookie is waiting to see mummy. Cookie u brought daddy and mummy together each time we fight. Thinking back, we always argue who to take cookie…and becos cookie u cant be spilt so eventually…that’s make mummy and daddy patch up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;On mummy birthday, cookie u were smuggle in together to a Japanese buffet. U are such a sweet gal. U sleep throughout in the bag. U noe so long as mummy is ard, u are ok wif anything rite…even if u had to be inside that bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mummy love cookie kisses. Cookie u always greet mummy by panting many many kisses on lips when mummy came back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; birthday, mummy had a big celebration for u. Mummy invited all &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; friends. And u noti little monster….u were so emo the whole nite. U sense they are going to had a share of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; everything isn’t? Nobody will forget how u cry, sing song, snap in order to protect &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; birthday cake. U refused to let anyone cum near. Not even for them to see &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; cake. But baby, Mummy love u just the way u are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes baby cookie…I love &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;even u &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;if others say u are big, say u are not standard, not sociable…mummy dun care….mummy just noe u are mine baby – the wan that will stand up, bare ur teeth at others just to be the one and only on mummy’s lap. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;U dun like to share, u dun like to give others &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:city&gt; toys…u rather grap everything bone stick into &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; tiny mouth then to lay them down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My dearest gal, u are so special. So selective to whom u like and whom u dislike. Mummy nv figure why. U pee on those u love and u remember them deep in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; mind. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Baby do u remember u bite the vet assistance til his finger bleed? Even the vet assistance were so scare of u and send u back to mummy arms. But baby u were so different in my hands. U were Mummy’s sweet little pie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;U were so smart, u hide &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; treat somewhere and always cum back to steal Jappy treats and ask mummy for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;U noti little gal, u love to dig the dustbin and shred all the tissue all over. And when mummy scream who did this – u are always the first to hide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;U noe mummy so well baby. When jappy anyhow pee and poo...and when we got home without seeing u greeting us..we noe at once this jappy anyhow do business again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;When jappy cum to us, the very first nite u scream and scream. Mummy had to comfort u for so long til u finali ok wif him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Do u noe mummy is so happy to see u asking him for play? Too bad, kor kor jappy dun noe how to react.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Baby even when u snap at jappy – mummy wasn’t angry wif u at all cos mummy noe that is cookie. That &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; character. And I reali reali love u. Baby u love me as just much rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;When mummy went for my operation….and was back home resting. Mummy was sleeping then and when I woke up…mummy peek and saw little cookie guarding me. U doze off and quickly juke urself up again to guard over mummy. U are my guarding angel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Baby cookie – &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:city&gt; had &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:city&gt; first allergy tat cause &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; whole ear swollen and droopy. U had a high fever and we rush u to the hospital. Baby, do u noe that nite, Mummy and Daddy took turns to watch over u. We took &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; temperature every hour and only manage to sleep in the morning. But baby, mummy and daddy were so willing to do all these for u. do u noe u mean so much to us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mummy love the way u cum and squeeze into my lap for cuddle. and when mummy took out ur comb, u will came running toward me, sat in front of me wif ur back facing mummy. U love mummy to comb ur hair rite? Mummy enjoyed every little bit of all these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Darling, you seems to know which sunrise of the week is where mummy and papa can sleep late. you know so well that the weekends are coming. mummy like to sleep later but you will just manage to lick us up to make breakfast for you. you are our instant alarm clock for the weekend. We really missed it darling, how you disturb our hard earned weekend..... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cookie - mummy's n daddy's gal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;We remember the very day we caught our eye on u. U were alone in that tiny far away cage. We ask for a chihuahua n was show all except u. U were small hiden in a cage at that very far edge. Mummy ask for u n pointed that u r also a chihuahua, mummy question why nt u? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Baby, this good three years u were just my everything. My hope, my love, my joy, my laughter, my worri, my pain n my tears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cookie mummy is so sorry so sorry for nt being careful enought. So sorry for mummy shd have given u a cake. U angry wif me? I canceled &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:city&gt; cake order becos of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; allergy. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; skin wasnt gd to take flour baby. Its mummy fault i shd have given u what u wanted a birthday cake instead of controlling u. The cake that was too late. Wil u forgive me, my dearest gal? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My special little gal - thank u for bein so protective over mummy. Thank u for every little things u ve done. I wan u to noe we love u a lot a lot which is more then just words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Baby, even if one day we cleared away &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; stuf, that doesnt mean we stop loving u... Nor forgotten abt u. Mummy wan to bury u deep in my heart, a very special place for a very special cookie. Cookie u understand? U agree wif mummy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN"&gt;Mummy feel so pain like a knife slicing of my heart. Mummy dun noe how to get on life without u baby. Mummy cried everytime I step into the house after work without u greeting me.  I noe u dun wan to see me tis way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; COLOR: black; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Baby cookie gave mummy more time ok? Mayb it wil b very long baby u wil wait for me rite?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: SimSun; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;color:#000000;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-5512818684266477204?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5512818684266477204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-forever-cookie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/5512818684266477204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/5512818684266477204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-forever-cookie.html' title='My forever Cookie'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-9127453662463450577</id><published>2010-05-03T17:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:59:03.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WE are BACK</title><content type='html'>Mummy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not been blogging for mths. Wel MUMMY having EXAM mah. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy asked me last few days: "Dar, u reali desperate in selling those items off our babies blog iszit? (See my previous posting on sale of items) You no money ya? or u wan to buy new items desperate so trying to get rid of those product to earn some $?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa...i was shocked to hear this. cos to me, selling off those were nv a great deal to me. Its like can sell then sell lor, cant sell just keep it til i find better use lor. So i ask Daddy what make him tink tis way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy answer me which in return make my day. He said - Everyday, i go in to see our babies blog for updates, but forever no updates and alway show me on the page on those items for sale. So Daddy tot i wan to place the adv there til some one purchase it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, our cool daddy does read our blogs daily. Daddy nv once show interest when i was doing up the blog nor when i was busy writing n cracking my mind on what to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool Daddy yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Updates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie gal is stil the same. ohya, she is better in term of her health. Remember many mths ago, she was continous sick. One illness after another. I had to pump her wif supplements. And well its been almost 6-9mths liao. I realised she is fitter now. Apart from her hand rashes which is on and off...this gal is on the better track already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stil the noti cookie monster as she always been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this very morning, i caught her standing on the dustbin wif almost half of her body inside the dustbin. My mum forget abt our house got a monster that would pick up rubbish esp food, food wrapper....and mum dump a "Big bao" into the dustbin. Usuali we would not throw food into that particular dustbin, cos its REACHABLE for MONSTER COOKIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEll, she was enjoyin her big bao wif her tail waigging from behind. I was just rite behind! Her tail reali go Left and Rite Left and Rite Left and Rite.....til i scream What are you doing. She jump up and run off to hide under the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad alway say i nv fed her enough cos she is like almost everytime looking out for leftover food, food that drop from heaven......and dad alway tink she is skinny due to her slim chihuahua hand and leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jAPPy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jappy boy not doing well due to the weather. For the past two weeks that have been raining, everyday i m greet by pile of wet poo poo and urine all over the house and Jappy boy would great me wif his happiest smile and waigging tail together wif his badly stain body wif poo n pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can i beat him rite? Its due to the rain and thunder and being alone when he was scare, he goes into panick mode and start to pee n poo everywhere wif no sense of direction. And by the time i got home, all damage was done, the floor is stainned n my poor boy also stainned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucki for the past few days, there was any rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and Dad had became so worried that each time it rain, they will think of this poor boy. And they will try their best to rush home if they can. Dad to the extend allow him into their room. Well, Dogs are not allow into his room. Jappy boy got excuse to be there when its rain. See, how much he had touch dad heart! Did i mention, i ever found him, so scare of the rain, that he hide in the toilet and he push the dustbin out to cover him and he hide behind it. I reali got no idea hw he manage to do it. He is big and that area where we place the dustbin is quite small..in fact the dustbin already take up the whole space already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess when u are scare, you are able to do the impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reali pray that every time when the thunder roar, i m able to be there for tis boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-9127453662463450577?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9127453662463450577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-are-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/9127453662463450577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/9127453662463450577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-are-back.html' title='WE are BACK'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-7671620462136118924</id><published>2010-03-20T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T23:54:34.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie and Jappy's Store -  On Special Offer</title><content type='html'>Mummy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are clearing of some of our used and unused items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested, pls call me @90228645. Pick up location at Sengkang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item 1 - Addiction Raw Dehydrated Food Chicken and Apricot Dinner - 1 unit 2LBS&lt;br /&gt;Expiry Date on 3 June 2011 (Just purchase 1 mth ago)&lt;br /&gt;Unopened, new package&lt;br /&gt;Selling at $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item 2 - Addiction Raw Dehydrated Food New Zealand Forest Delicacies - 1 unit 2LBS&lt;br /&gt;Expiry Date on 30 April 2011&lt;br /&gt;Unopened, new package&lt;br /&gt;Selling at $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item 3 - Addiction Raw Dehydrated Food Herbed Lamb and Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;Expiry Date on Feb 2011&lt;br /&gt;Unopended, new package&lt;br /&gt;Selling at $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details of addiction food refer to link - &lt;a href="http://www.addictionfoods.com/canada/prod_dog_nzforest.php"&gt;http://www.addictionfoods.com/canada/prod_dog_nzforest.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.addictionfoods.com/canada/prod_dog_nzforest.php"&gt;http://www.addictionfoods.com/canada/prod_dog_nzforest.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450970890715657378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S6W9JQYZ9KI/AAAAAAAAA8g/orSgspQxpDo/s400/FP20T%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item 4 - CCS T Brush 20mm&lt;br /&gt;Condition - Perfect Never use before. Only try once on Cookie coat. but too big for her.&lt;br /&gt;Selling at $40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450973684509608274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 60px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S6W_r4EyiVI/AAAAAAAAA8o/N9V-TmxY1RM/s400/SilkSpirits8oz.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Item 5 - CCS Silk Spirits 236ml - New bottle&lt;br /&gt;Selling at $35 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Item 6 - Pure Paws Ultra No Rinse Colourless Shampo0 - Used once only. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Selling at $20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-7671620462136118924?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7671620462136118924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/cookie-and-jappys-store-on-special.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7671620462136118924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7671620462136118924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/cookie-and-jappys-store-on-special.html' title='Cookie and Jappy&apos;s Store -  On Special Offer'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S6W9JQYZ9KI/AAAAAAAAA8g/orSgspQxpDo/s72-c/FP20T%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-7294857996224002604</id><published>2010-03-14T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T05:05:50.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our heathy treats</title><content type='html'>Mummy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently we brought a new dehydrator.  This hydrator are suppose to dry treats for the two babies. Well, good plus point is i can add whatever i want it to go into my babies tummy. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last two week, we dry rosemarry pork for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And u noe what - as we are preparing the pork and the rosemarry. Ohya - Daddy help to slice he meat while i m suppose to lay the meat nicely in the tray for the system to dry it. After, laying each one nicely, i wanted to place the tray to the system. Just as i open up the system and wanting to fix the tray in, noti greedy cookie snap one big pcs of meat and ran off. She was so fast, that i could nt stop her, well i didnt even scream at her, not that i dun wan to scold her, but i was too slow, by the time my shock was gone, the pcs of meat was share by the two happily ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she so smart, she aim at me and when i was in the action of "Jelly Bean" she snap and ran. And she ran off fast.  Surprise that Jappy boy join in her fun. As she ran off wif the meat in her mouth, Jappy boy ran after her. Cookie bite the meat into two, one was drop on the floor, the other in her mouth and there she goes, running away from me - the Mad Mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jappy boy attack the wan that was on the floor. ohya - dun tink cookie is kind to leave one for his kor kor. It is more that she cant help but to save at least one in her mouth cos her mad mummy is chasing after her. If given enought time, bet she will have the whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After these, we are v v super careful liao. And for the whole nite, she guard over the system. If not for me who carry her into the room, i bet she be sleeping like this the whole nite long.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S5zQ23FTClI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/U2U0fBwc--U/s1600-h/ccookie+and+system.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S5zQ23FTClI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/U2U0fBwc--U/s400/ccookie+and+system.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448459290129140306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-7294857996224002604?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7294857996224002604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-heathy-treats.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7294857996224002604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7294857996224002604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-heathy-treats.html' title='Our heathy treats'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S5zQ23FTClI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/U2U0fBwc--U/s72-c/ccookie+and+system.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-4921858893215203202</id><published>2010-02-28T16:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T16:28:09.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Was Away</title><content type='html'>Mummy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havent been blogging for a long while. Well, we were super busy. Not the dogs but the human. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and myself went on a chinese new year trip to beijing. The weather was so cold there...at nite time its was average -5degree. Nv had i been to such cold countries before, so it a great experience for me. But frankly having experience the coldness already, i guess i will try to avoid winter period when we travel next time. It just too cold to stand. The tones of heat pack just doesnt seem hot in such cold weather. There isnt any heat cuming out from it, perphas its just too cold. Nose and hand get numb til i couldnt feel. For once - i tot my nose would drop if i rub too hard. haahah. Laugh at me if you want, when you all know the number of pants i put on. Its 5pairs. Yes i mean it. Hubby say i scare to die in cold...Tel you all the truth, in such cold weather - I reali dun care if i look nice or not, if others were to know and i will be laugh at. I simply cant care so much except to keep myself warm. I even put on a grey dam ugly wool cap on my head to protect my head cos i feel like my brain is frezzing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for the whole trip - except the weather everything is beautiful. Stay tune for pices k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the two babies... oh my sticky superglue babies are doing very well cos for this trip, i left the two of them home wif my parent taking care of them. Mum and Dad are learning well. They feed, comb and clean them daily after each meals. Except noti cookie wan to bite them when they try to clean her mouth. Jappy was forever ok dog, given in to every thing they do to him. &lt;br /&gt;Bet they must be happi cos they PUT ON WEIGHT just for that 5days that i m AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;To me, they are already Two FATTI before my trip. and now they put on even more. OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie was 4kg when i left for singapore. All these while, my ideal weight for her was 3.8kg. She was once that weight but that was when she was ill.  After she recover, she start to grow to 4kg. Dr Tong find her just nice at 4kg, not too fat nor skinny. so she was on and off diet - nv reali put in enought for her diet scheme though. But now, she is weighting 4.1kg. she put on a good 100g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jappy first cum to us weighting 5.6kg and we try to feed him more. Within two mths he put on to 5.8kg. And his portion of food remain til suddenly we realised he bloom to 6.4kg. Ideali, i wish he was 6kg. Dr Tong also comment he should be ard 6kg to 6.4kg. Try not to grow more then that. And now he bloom even more by also another 100g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i reali start cutting their diet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-4921858893215203202?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4921858893215203202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/02/was-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/4921858893215203202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/4921858893215203202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/02/was-away.html' title='Was Away'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-6614883267833667318</id><published>2010-01-27T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T16:38:12.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burdock Roots for the babies</title><content type='html'>Mummy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho! i had finali found where to buy these Burdock Roots Powder. As some of our close friends would noe - i m suppose to boost cookie's immunity as instructed by the vet after her blood test done mths ago. There is a type of white blood cell in her blood dat was a little high which could be an indictor that her immunity was low. And that she is producing more white blood to fight infections or toxin in the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been gaving her Pet Alive Immunity support and i realise Burdock Roots was one of the main ingredient use for detox and boost immunity. Thus went to research on this herbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finali - found where to buy this herb too. It cum in grinded organic powder form. Just one small teaspoon to be added to their weekly veg puree which i m doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burdock Roots findings to be share -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Minerals such as calcium, phosphorous, iron, thiamine, silicon, inulin, and riboflavin, Vitamin B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbolfont-family:Symbol;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="FONT: 100% 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Antioxidant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbolfont-family:Symbol;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="FONT: 100% 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;blood cleansing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbolfont-family:Symbol;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="FONT: 100% 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;liver and gallbladder stimulant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbolfont-family:Symbol;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="FONT: 100% 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;nutritive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbolfont-family:Symbol;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="FONT: 100% 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;diuretic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Burdock is a highly effective herb for the &lt;b&gt;detoxification&lt;/b&gt; of the body. Its chemical constituents can remove toxic substances that are increasingly threatening the health of our dogs. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Burdock can be used as a long-term nutritive &lt;b&gt;liver tonic&lt;/b&gt; to clean and build the blood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It is also useful in the treatment of &lt;a href="http://www.natural-dog-health-remedies.com/dog-arthritis.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;arthritis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, rheumatoid disorders, &lt;a href="http://www.natural-dog-health-remedies.com/dog-kidney-failure.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;kidney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and bladder diseases resulting from poor waste elimination. It also has diuretic action that helps to eliminate waste materials from the body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In addition, when taken as a tea or tincture, burdock root is effective in treating chronic or acute psoriasis or &lt;a href="http://www.natural-dog-health-remedies.com/dog-eczema.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;eczema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It can also treat flaky, oily, or inflammatory skin disorders as a result of an overload of toxic substances in the body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;One of its main constituents, inulin, is anti-inflammatory and helps correct imbalances of the &lt;b&gt;immune system&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;As burdock is a healthy food with no toxicity found, it can be given to our dogs in liberal quantity. Decoction of fresh or dried burdock root can be mixed in with our dog's food. Alternatively, a strong tincture of fresh or dried root in glycerin can also be used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-6614883267833667318?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6614883267833667318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/burdock-roots-for-babies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/6614883267833667318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/6614883267833667318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/burdock-roots-for-babies.html' title='Burdock Roots for the babies'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-119709905758784020</id><published>2010-01-26T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T16:12:10.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie the Monster 's Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Cookie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mummy order a handbag! A handbag with me on her. hahah! Mummy will be carry me everywhere she goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jappy Korkor dun have cos Mummy cant seem to find one nice pic of him yet. So as for now - only me! (Nah Nah Nah - Kor Kor dun have - *tongue sticking out**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the Bag - Mummy order from April's Ma - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://hearwhatiwrite.blogspot.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431204633355583602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S1-D1pmdgHI/AAAAAAAAA74/rt0iTKSnbns/s400/Image054+copy.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And This is me - Soon you will see ME on the bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431205406558456594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S1-EiqAZCxI/AAAAAAAAA8I/Zul0-mbhpqY/s400/Cookie_13s.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-119709905758784020?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/119709905758784020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/cookie-monster-s-bag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/119709905758784020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/119709905758784020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/cookie-monster-s-bag.html' title='Cookie the Monster &apos;s Bag'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S1-D1pmdgHI/AAAAAAAAA74/rt0iTKSnbns/s72-c/Image054+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-6641722220648171899</id><published>2010-01-08T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T20:12:41.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brothers' Happiness</title><content type='html'>Mummy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finali my wonderful brother is married. Brother had a broken 10yrs relationship wif someone before he met his wife. Then it was e darkest moment of his life. He was betrayed, broken and sad. That women was just not meant to be even if she had stay for so long. Wel, to me i see it and realised it doesnt matter how long but rather how deep is the love we share.  Very happi that he found his happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stil remember, before i met calvin, brother is my pillar. He supported me, advised me, encourage me to continue my studies even after i didnt make it in my Olevel. He planned for studies which include the cost of it. He force me to save up then. I used to be alway complaining why cant i spend on cloths and had to surrender money to him - as i grew up, i understand. He is my greatest brother, he makes me who i am today in a way or rather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother - if u ever happen to read this - Thank you very much for everything u have for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Belove Brother and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0f_mJnjhPI/AAAAAAAAA7I/abkXv4lTZFM/s1600-h/Lunch+%2837%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0f_mJnjhPI/AAAAAAAAA7I/abkXv4lTZFM/s400/Lunch+%2837%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424585307072988402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Nice and Kind Sis In Law and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0f_moVskFI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/QQeOQOsCDis/s1600-h/Lunch+%28124%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0f_moVskFI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/QQeOQOsCDis/s400/Lunch+%28124%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424585315319582802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0f_mTsSzDI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/chA4Wc-0rQ4/s1600-h/Lunch+%2883%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dun Ask Me - Where I m Looking? I Dun Noe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0f_mTsSzDI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/chA4Wc-0rQ4/s400/Lunch+%2883%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424585309777218610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My One Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0f_nSMDm6I/AAAAAAAAA7o/92CfiJLfTi8/s1600-h/Morning+%28534%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0f_nSMDm6I/AAAAAAAAA7o/92CfiJLfTi8/s400/Morning+%28534%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424585326553439138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0gAyq0G1FI/AAAAAAAAA7w/N5KkYiC5sQk/s1600-h/Morning+%28550%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;....May we maintain like tis forever...My wonderful Brother and Sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0gAyq0G1FI/AAAAAAAAA7w/N5KkYiC5sQk/s1600-h/Morning+%28550%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0gAyq0G1FI/AAAAAAAAA7w/N5KkYiC5sQk/s400/Morning+%28550%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424586621654062162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does he look like my Kid? They say he is my SON. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0f_m9UgV-I/AAAAAAAAA7g/y2NSsZ61nA8/s1600-h/Morning+%28512%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0f_m9UgV-I/AAAAAAAAA7g/y2NSsZ61nA8/s400/Morning+%28512%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424585320951732194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-6641722220648171899?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6641722220648171899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-brothers-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/6641722220648171899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/6641722220648171899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-brothers-happiness.html' title='My Brothers&apos; Happiness'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0f_mJnjhPI/AAAAAAAAA7I/abkXv4lTZFM/s72-c/Lunch+%2837%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-5818494785247724324</id><published>2010-01-06T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T04:50:57.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Jappy' Fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0SGJVcu7II/AAAAAAAAA7A/sjaw5Qe8c5I/s1600-h/Jappy+silly+smile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0SGJVcu7II/AAAAAAAAA7A/sjaw5Qe8c5I/s400/Jappy+silly+smile.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423607346195524738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0SGJI6lvlI/AAAAAAAAA64/TSFz8fmeQZc/s1600-h/DSC_0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0SGJI6lvlI/AAAAAAAAA64/TSFz8fmeQZc/s400/DSC_0287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423607342831091282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0SGI41Zw3I/AAAAAAAAA6w/afgly80aHLg/s1600-h/DSC_0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0SGI41Zw3I/AAAAAAAAA6w/afgly80aHLg/s400/DSC_0269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423607338514367346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0SGIouT5nI/AAAAAAAAA6o/Dk3ILKY7mRw/s1600-h/DSC_0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0SGIouT5nI/AAAAAAAAA6o/Dk3ILKY7mRw/s400/DSC_0260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423607334189655666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0SGIJUlpBI/AAAAAAAAA6g/6AqKFMIeJbs/s1600-h/DSC_0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0SGIJUlpBI/AAAAAAAAA6g/6AqKFMIeJbs/s400/DSC_0235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423607325760267282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-5818494785247724324?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5818494785247724324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-jappy-fan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/5818494785247724324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/5818494785247724324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-jappy-fan.html' title='To Jappy&apos; Fan'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0SGJVcu7II/AAAAAAAAA7A/sjaw5Qe8c5I/s72-c/Jappy+silly+smile.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-5163580152839916163</id><published>2010-01-05T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T04:16:36.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday - Rest and Relax</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monster's Paw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0R8erxTKJI/AAAAAAAAA6A/kw-Phv5IOwE/s1600-h/DSC_0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0R8erxTKJI/AAAAAAAAA6A/kw-Phv5IOwE/s400/DSC_0234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423596717848340626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hamburger's Paw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0R8eYl9KiI/AAAAAAAAA54/G59K5mBJF-Q/s1600-h/jap+paw.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0R8eYl9KiI/AAAAAAAAA54/G59K5mBJF-Q/s400/jap+paw.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423596712700488226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Cookie: i m so Sian! Nap Nap time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0R38qFoK4I/AAAAAAAAA5o/5z_-GpfaK0A/s1600-h/sleeping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0R38qFoK4I/AAAAAAAAA5o/5z_-GpfaK0A/s400/sleeping.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423591735234669442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cookie: Mummy love my side view&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0R38fkDRGI/AAAAAAAAA5g/N-sj_uzR16k/s1600-h/sleeping+beauti.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0R38fkDRGI/AAAAAAAAA5g/N-sj_uzR16k/s400/sleeping+beauti.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423591732409484386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mummy: My Hamburger Boy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0R38NpzzzI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/DkrmoeByL5Q/s1600-h/what+u+doin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0R38NpzzzI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/DkrmoeByL5Q/s400/what+u+doin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423591727601798962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jappy: Dun Disturb me - I orh orh liao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0R8fPTaIfI/AAAAAAAAA6I/PsOxHSLIr1Y/s1600-h/humburger+sleep.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0R8fPTaIfI/AAAAAAAAA6I/PsOxHSLIr1Y/s400/humburger+sleep.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423596727386644978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mummy: Proof of Monster destroying our bedsheet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0R377sKKxI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/QHMS9FEyOw4/s1600-h/destroying++our+bedsheet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0R377sKKxI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/QHMS9FEyOw4/s400/destroying++our+bedsheet.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423591722779814674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-5163580152839916163?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5163580152839916163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunday-rest-and-relax.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/5163580152839916163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/5163580152839916163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunday-rest-and-relax.html' title='Sunday - Rest and Relax'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/S0R8erxTKJI/AAAAAAAAA6A/kw-Phv5IOwE/s72-c/DSC_0234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-8277673400528258690</id><published>2010-01-02T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T08:06:11.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Playing Time! Fun ! Fun !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Sz9u2UeGfqI/AAAAAAAAA5I/5Ng40eu0kmE/s1600-h/DSC_0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Sz9u2UeGfqI/AAAAAAAAA5I/5Ng40eu0kmE/s400/DSC_0296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422174355864321698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Sz9tS51L0HI/AAAAAAAAA5A/jO2wnfiT7hI/s1600-h/DSC_0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Sz9tS51L0HI/AAAAAAAAA5A/jO2wnfiT7hI/s400/DSC_0305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422172647906332786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Sz9tSlNfr7I/AAAAAAAAA44/P7kFt2cjTsw/s1600-h/DSC_0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Sz9tSlNfr7I/AAAAAAAAA44/P7kFt2cjTsw/s400/DSC_0308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422172642371153842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Sz9tSCo93pI/AAAAAAAAA4w/GgVwmLdMwbs/s1600-h/DSC_0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Sz9tSCo93pI/AAAAAAAAA4w/GgVwmLdMwbs/s400/DSC_0311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422172633091137170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Sz9tRi5vpbI/AAAAAAAAA4o/GYfSR6Toc_I/s1600-h/DSC_0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Sz9tRi5vpbI/AAAAAAAAA4o/GYfSR6Toc_I/s400/DSC_0312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422172624571573682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-8277673400528258690?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8277673400528258690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-playing-time-fun-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/8277673400528258690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/8277673400528258690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-playing-time-fun-fun.html' title='Its Playing Time! Fun ! Fun !'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Sz9u2UeGfqI/AAAAAAAAA5I/5Ng40eu0kmE/s72-c/DSC_0296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-1105364934480798970</id><published>2009-12-22T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T04:55:33.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mei Mei and Mitao Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>Mummy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We are honor to be invited to Mei Mei and Mitao Birthday Parti at K9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Picture of joys for sharing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Birthday Gals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzIJfQTp7SI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/c33SSdx1f3s/s1600-h/Blog+31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzIJfQTp7SI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/c33SSdx1f3s/s400/Blog+31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418403734238129442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzIR729rSbI/AAAAAAAAA4I/zKZ87ZtYjDM/s1600-h/Blog+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzIR729rSbI/AAAAAAAAA4I/zKZ87ZtYjDM/s400/Blog+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418413021744286130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Button - The sheep lookalike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzIS35x7uPI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/ZWvX_6JiP6g/s1600-h/Button+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzIS35x7uPI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/ZWvX_6JiP6g/s400/Button+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418414053292488946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let u see my fat short tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(Mummy - but i find it cute)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzHmAKTY7EI/AAAAAAAAA2g/PIGRrbXuiLs/s1600-h/Blog+25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzHmAKTY7EI/AAAAAAAAA2g/PIGRrbXuiLs/s400/Blog+25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418364717143485506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzIPBtUbNaI/AAAAAAAAA4A/I2g_SJkxRQc/s1600-h/Blog+37.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Daddy love tis gal v much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzIPBtUbNaI/AAAAAAAAA4A/I2g_SJkxRQc/s400/Blog+37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418409823699678626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzIPAec1RyI/AAAAAAAAA3w/oM6lcagdJC0/s1600-h/Blog+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mummy feel messy is beautiful too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzIPAec1RyI/AAAAAAAAA3w/oM6lcagdJC0/s400/Blog+11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418409802528540450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzHmAKTY7EI/AAAAAAAAA2g/PIGRrbXuiLs/s1600-h/Blog+25.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mummy fav shot of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzIO__IMTRI/AAAAAAAAA3o/iftlg1gQ3j4/s1600-h/Blog+34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzIO__IMTRI/AAAAAAAAA3o/iftlg1gQ3j4/s400/Blog+34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418409794120469778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzIPBODf1hI/AAAAAAAAA34/rnsNGJ7njwg/s1600-h/Blog+35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzIPBODf1hI/AAAAAAAAA34/rnsNGJ7njwg/s400/Blog+35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418409815307179538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Beautiful hair and beautiful bow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzHl_9FYZdI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/9-JKvjEWs-0/s1600-h/Blog+24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzHl_9FYZdI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/9-JKvjEWs-0/s400/Blog+24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418364713595069906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love tummy rubs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzHlt9hHsRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/LdXxlTA2SDE/s1600-h/Blog+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzHlt9hHsRI/AAAAAAAAA2I/LdXxlTA2SDE/s400/Blog+22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418364404473770258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;i m princess bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzHluLPmu7I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/OtQY_fDxcEY/s1600-h/Blog+23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzHluLPmu7I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/OtQY_fDxcEY/s400/Blog+23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418364408158403506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Where is my mummy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzHltvUVORI/AAAAAAAAA2A/yj-qbZRaJkQ/s1600-h/Blog+21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzHltvUVORI/AAAAAAAAA2A/yj-qbZRaJkQ/s400/Blog+21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418364400662034706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Why no food for me?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzHltU8vbbI/AAAAAAAAA14/3m8mTJy6ERU/s1600-h/Blog+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzHltU8vbbI/AAAAAAAAA14/3m8mTJy6ERU/s400/Blog+20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418364393583766962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I m tin tin &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzHlOsrmHhI/AAAAAAAAA1U/oIRYawZ99k8/s1600-h/Blog+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzHlOsrmHhI/AAAAAAAAA1U/oIRYawZ99k8/s400/Blog+14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418363867378359826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I m mei mei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzHlOGH1CaI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Vzw9cT0ejvc/s1600-h/Blog+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzHlOGH1CaI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Vzw9cT0ejvc/s400/Blog+13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418363857027795362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Dou Boy - Mummy fav chubby godson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzHlNqyHDqI/AAAAAAAAA1E/_D-inCN-UHA/s1600-h/Blog+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzHlNqyHDqI/AAAAAAAAA1E/_D-inCN-UHA/s400/Blog+12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418363849688944290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;My sweet happi Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzIJeLYZ4JI/AAAAAAAAA3A/ftn-4N70em0/s1600-h/Blog+18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzIJeLYZ4JI/AAAAAAAAA3A/ftn-4N70em0/s400/Blog+18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418403715736002706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzC6d3rj-gI/AAAAAAAAA0I/0bBO0A_v2Z8/s1600-h/Blog+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;The shiny Black Gal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzC6d3rj-gI/AAAAAAAAA0I/0bBO0A_v2Z8/s400/Blog+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418035374052342274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Amazing coat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzIO_YfjnUI/AAAAAAAAA3g/B7AdJ4cSXJQ/s1600-h/Blog+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzIO_YfjnUI/AAAAAAAAA3g/B7AdJ4cSXJQ/s400/Blog+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418409783749483842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I m Jappy Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzIK7tnYZoI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/MVMzNUWHb04/s1600-h/Blog+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzIK7tnYZoI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/MVMzNUWHb04/s400/Blog+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418405322653460098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I m the snoopy boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzHlPAb2bnI/AAAAAAAAA1k/wRNXc-e-TW0/s1600-h/Blog+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzHlPAb2bnI/AAAAAAAAA1k/wRNXc-e-TW0/s400/Blog+16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418363872681029234" border="0" /&gt;Godma and me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzIJdSk3apI/AAAAAAAAA24/fyFEsoGzeUM/s1600-h/Blog+33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzIJdSk3apI/AAAAAAAAA24/fyFEsoGzeUM/s400/Blog+33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418403700487449234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When is food cuming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzHmA1bCoBI/AAAAAAAAA2w/fKyoy2IKPnU/s1600-h/Blog+28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzHmA1bCoBI/AAAAAAAAA2w/fKyoy2IKPnU/s400/Blog+28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418364728718303250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Cookie - The food stealer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzHmAT-dZtI/AAAAAAAAA2o/Eyvohx3KOCY/s1600-h/Blog+27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzHmAT-dZtI/AAAAAAAAA2o/Eyvohx3KOCY/s400/Blog+27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418364719740053202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzHlsl-Rs9I/AAAAAAAAA1w/B8m6rWUvnqQ/s1600-h/Blog+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzHlsl-Rs9I/AAAAAAAAA1w/B8m6rWUvnqQ/s400/Blog+19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418364380973741010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzHlOwO3fuI/AAAAAAAAA1c/dvGz5ppSfcY/s1600-h/Blog+15.jpg"&gt;I hate taking pic, BYE BYE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzHlOwO3fuI/AAAAAAAAA1c/dvGz5ppSfcY/s1600-h/Blog+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzHlOwO3fuI/AAAAAAAAA1c/dvGz5ppSfcY/s400/Blog+15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418363868331605730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-1105364934480798970?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1105364934480798970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/mummy-we-are-honor-to-be-invited-to-mei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/1105364934480798970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/1105364934480798970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/mummy-we-are-honor-to-be-invited-to-mei.html' title='Mei Mei and Mitao Birthday Party'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SzIJfQTp7SI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/c33SSdx1f3s/s72-c/Blog+31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-4410849558763412554</id><published>2009-12-18T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T18:31:37.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jappy 's greatest fear</title><content type='html'>Mummy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had been happening ever since the veri first trip on car rides Jappy had with us.  Whenever we are on the car, and when the car start to detour back (example - detour back into a carpark lot or detour backward to make a u-turn)....Jappy would go into panick mode.  He would scream, whine, jump, struggle and even bark at his loudest voice without stopping even to breath, to get out of the car.  Even wif me sitting beside him, he totali lost control of everything. Even when i try hugging him tight, he will use all his elephant strength to break free.  I had nv seem him like tis before.  For the first fews months, we keep thinking its because he too excited cant wait to get down when we reach a location.  But tis continue and its became so clear to us - that perphas it much more then that.  One of my friend yesterday witness how mad this boy became when we reach our location abt to get down.  Even my friend who is not a dog owner sense that perphas he was abuse in a car before like being lock there for long hours - cant get out etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of what she said, ya i do tink it make sense. Mayb he frank out the moment we reach our location, too afraid of being left behind, alone in the car with no help....just as how he ever felt before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not cum out wif any good ways to calm him down. I tried hugging him, carrying him - all no use. He just wan to get out.  mmm any better ideas?  Now, we had restored to quickly get the car park and grap him tight and faster open the door. But the trouble is the moment he sense e car going into detour mode, he start his action. Not even a seconds later, he seem to catch that detour mode timming so right.  Its heartbreaking each time he behave like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Monster cookie seem to noe his fear. Monster cookie at tis time would not move or fight to get down the car first nor to be carry first. Cookie would alway give in to him, let him get out first.  Nv even bark or snap at him. Friends who noe cookie will noe that tis monster would bark or snap at other dogs whenever she dislike what that dog is doing...But alway at tis time, she would remain at the back, shock of jappy action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My greatest wish is for Jappy to know He no longer have to be afraid, afraid of no food, afraid of being left alone, afraid of being dump.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-4410849558763412554?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4410849558763412554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/jappy-s-greatest-fear.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/4410849558763412554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/4410849558763412554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/jappy-s-greatest-fear.html' title='Jappy &apos;s greatest fear'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-8919640660472566711</id><published>2009-12-17T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T23:00:37.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Posting on Last Sun</title><content type='html'>Mummy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last sun, we went to my godson house. Firstly to visit my godson, collect our dehyrated treats and also to see cookie, jappy, dou dou new addition young mei mei - DouNut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m very surpriesed over cookie super good warm behaviour. She appoarch their family and dou dou owner's god daugther for sayang. She even try to kiss her. Very not her monster style. That day - she was super guai except when she scold dou dou for smelling our bags. She was on the guard for who ever cum near the bag. hahaha - she protecting our belonging lah. but dou dou is consider part of our small family mah - take time for her to noe dou dou is her half kor kor too like her Jappy kor kor bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dou Dou my godson so cute that day. He bow down and ask for play wif Jappy boy so so so many times. He even bend down, waig his tail, bark and ask Jappy boy to play and chase him then he run off. But Jappy boy just stund - dun noe how to react. Dou Boy so cute - turn back and "hei why no chase me kind of look on him" and he run back to Jappy boy and did the same action again and again. Many times but no reply. Poor darling dou. He must be wondering why Jappy dun wan to play wif him. hehhee - me and dou's mummy know that its becoz Jappy boy got no childhood thus he does not know how he should react. Dou boy so patient wif him, nv even lost his temper at all....but eventuali he give up lah. Lets hope in future - they will play like real brothers. Perphas Jappy need more time to open up in this area.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pictures may be view at dou dou 's blog : &lt;a href="http://www.princess-elaine-elaine.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.princess-elaine-elaine.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jappy Boy:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God ma gave me a nice cystal collar. Hehehe cookie mei mei dun have. Mummy promiss will take a pic of my nice lovely collar to show all my friend so stay tune for my collar pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cookie:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who say i got no nice collar? Mummy brought one the same collar liao. Mine is pink colour. Nah! Nah! Nah! Stay tune for my collar pics too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-8919640660472566711?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8919640660472566711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/late-posting-on-last-sun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/8919640660472566711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/8919640660472566711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/late-posting-on-last-sun.html' title='Late Posting on Last Sun'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-5582700356388869193</id><published>2009-12-14T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:45:56.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sat - First dog therapy session</title><content type='html'>Mummy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you now, last weekend was Jappy boy first therapy session. Well, we had a christmas celebration wit those old needy one at the nursing home. Jappy Boy was pass ard, hugs and hugs and many hugs from all of them. Til at one point, he almost doze off at an uncle 's arm. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;He seem to noe he is there to work, to brin comfort. As i carry him into their arms(most of them on wheelchair) - Jappy boy dont even dare to move an inch nor stranggle to let go. He behave and stay stil with all his kind effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time Jappy boy cries is when i went to the toilet and ask one of my friend whose dog is also in the session, to help me look after him. When i was walking back - i could my friend kept on telling Jappy - Mummy go tiolet - Mummy cuming back. Hahaha My friend told me he went into Panick mode when i leave. And he dash left and right, try to break free to ran after me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh - my sweet boy hor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-5582700356388869193?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5582700356388869193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/sat-first-dog-therapy-session.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/5582700356388869193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/5582700356388869193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/sat-first-dog-therapy-session.html' title='Sat - First dog therapy session'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-5889072417241085278</id><published>2009-12-10T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T06:22:42.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SyEAR6ZPB9I/AAAAAAAAAxs/B3LTb_tzADA/s1600-h/I+m+so+cold.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SyEAR6ZPB9I/AAAAAAAAAxs/B3LTb_tzADA/s400/I+m+so+cold.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413608534808922066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I smell of food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SyEARm5TJgI/AAAAAAAAAxk/MwCFnF90jZs/s1600-h/I+smell+of+food.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SyEARm5TJgI/AAAAAAAAAxk/MwCFnF90jZs/s400/I+smell+of+food.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413608529574700546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;M bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SyEARTgD8OI/AAAAAAAAAxc/FEalfFwI07c/s1600-h/I+m+so+bored.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SyEARTgD8OI/AAAAAAAAAxc/FEalfFwI07c/s400/I+m+so+bored.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413608524368572642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fatty in the pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SyEAQrClsmI/AAAAAAAAAxU/GeegGk4cFrE/s1600-h/Big+fatty+in+the+pool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SyEAQrClsmI/AAAAAAAAAxU/GeegGk4cFrE/s400/Big+fatty+in+the+pool.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413608513507537506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-5889072417241085278?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5889072417241085278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-smell-of-food-m-bored-fatty-in-pool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/5889072417241085278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/5889072417241085278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-smell-of-food-m-bored-fatty-in-pool.html' title=''/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SyEAR6ZPB9I/AAAAAAAAAxs/B3LTb_tzADA/s72-c/I+m+so+cold.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-2431028170435205812</id><published>2009-12-09T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T06:06:55.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments to share</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Sx-sFAN3EnI/AAAAAAAAAxM/XspG3MkDh7I/s1600-h/oh+got+food.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Got Food !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Sx-sFAN3EnI/AAAAAAAAAxM/XspG3MkDh7I/s400/oh+got+food.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413234479080084082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;See i m so tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Sx-sE9XTLbI/AAAAAAAAAxE/N6dvUauFGLc/s1600-h/See+i+m+so+tall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Sx-sE9XTLbI/AAAAAAAAAxE/N6dvUauFGLc/s400/See+i+m+so+tall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413234478314368434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;See what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Sx-sESs70zI/AAAAAAAAAw8/b9R68U4Tu4o/s1600-h/See+what.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Sx-sESs70zI/AAAAAAAAAw8/b9R68U4Tu4o/s400/See+what.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413234466862388018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Sx-qrZJ4jFI/AAAAAAAAAws/mvkDhBkH6tk/s1600-h/hello.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Sx-qrZJ4jFI/AAAAAAAAAws/mvkDhBkH6tk/s400/hello.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413232939586063442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its Me - Cookie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Sx-o2Bbot1I/AAAAAAAAAwU/lvz53AKBw68/s1600-h/me+again.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Sx-o2Bbot1I/AAAAAAAAAwU/lvz53AKBw68/s400/me+again.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413230923173377874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Sx-o2Bbot1I/AAAAAAAAAwU/lvz53AKBw68/s1600-h/me+again.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Hug me please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Sx-o2jMUQoI/AAAAAAAAAwc/cBBznaFuG0E/s1600-h/Hug+me+please.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Sx-o2jMUQoI/AAAAAAAAAwc/cBBznaFuG0E/s400/Hug+me+please.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413230932235928194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I m Keying at the treats in ur hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Sx-o1wNzsoI/AAAAAAAAAwM/ufy-XWL84aw/s1600-h/i+M+KEYING+AT+THE+TREATS+IN+UR+HANDS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Sx-o1wNzsoI/AAAAAAAAAwM/ufy-XWL84aw/s400/i+M+KEYING+AT+THE+TREATS+IN+UR+HANDS.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413230918551974530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Tink Pretti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Sx-o1UvQhpI/AAAAAAAAAwE/EHchksfeNAI/s1600-h/Deep+tinking.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Sx-o1UvQhpI/AAAAAAAAAwE/EHchksfeNAI/s400/Deep+tinking.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413230911176083090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Can i go home now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Sx-sDyVPHjI/AAAAAAAAAw0/hipwKX7No1k/s1600-h/Hai+when+can+i+go+home.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Sx-sDyVPHjI/AAAAAAAAAw0/hipwKX7No1k/s400/Hai+when+can+i+go+home.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413234458173054514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-2431028170435205812?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2431028170435205812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/moments-to-share.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/2431028170435205812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/2431028170435205812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/moments-to-share.html' title='Moments to share'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Sx-sFAN3EnI/AAAAAAAAAxM/XspG3MkDh7I/s72-c/oh+got+food.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-7405171729844359876</id><published>2009-11-30T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:22:55.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special gift from a Special One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SxTgWTGvMOI/AAAAAAAAAv8/WgzsKMo9f5w/s1600/jappy+pianting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410195726069084386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SxTgWTGvMOI/AAAAAAAAAv8/WgzsKMo9f5w/s400/jappy+pianting.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recieved this veri special hand painting of our Jappy boy from one of my friend, Aunty C. Its something that reali touch my heart. This is not just a painting but its a painting of love for my Jappy boy. **Thank you veri much**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our previous post, gues you all awear that Jappy boy is going throug his dog therapy Temperament test on last sunday rite. Good news is Jappy boy passed his test already. He is all ready to be a usefull helpfull therapy dog soon. Jappy's Godma and myself and Daddy and Grandma all so proud of him. Tester commented that this boy got all the best in him and that he pass to be one. Will never forget this comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jappy boy - Mummy so proud of u. Well done! You have cum so far my darling boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cookie: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What so big deal? Kor Kor Jappy u have to be there and let people touch here and there leh - i then dun want. (Sticking out her tongue)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-7405171729844359876?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7405171729844359876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/special-gift-from-special-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7405171729844359876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7405171729844359876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/special-gift-from-special-one.html' title='Special gift from a Special One'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SxTgWTGvMOI/AAAAAAAAAv8/WgzsKMo9f5w/s72-c/jappy+pianting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-743555864701675710</id><published>2009-11-27T19:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T19:05:08.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jappy boy - aft groomin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SxCTY-ZCHeI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Nlu5BcjXoL4/s1600/image-upload-58-707686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SxCTY-ZCHeI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Nlu5BcjXoL4/s320/image-upload-58-707686.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Jappy:&lt;br /&gt;Mummy said i m goin 4 dog therapy temperment test 2molo so muz look clean clean n neat neat. Hoho mei mei cookie say i look like a big fat santa clause. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-743555864701675710?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/743555864701675710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/jappy-boy-aft-groomin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/743555864701675710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/743555864701675710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/jappy-boy-aft-groomin.html' title='Jappy boy - aft groomin'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SxCTY-ZCHeI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Nlu5BcjXoL4/s72-c/image-upload-58-707686.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-6140972955886831001</id><published>2009-11-25T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T06:32:41.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks to all CookiE's Fans</title><content type='html'>Mummy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks you for all the wishes and prayer for our little cookie gal.  She is recovering slowly after her 2hrs on drip last friday at Mt Pleasant due to her high fever.  Seriously, her high fever shock me and Daddy. We didnt even noe that she is running such high temperature. In fact, Daddy brought her in cos she cant control her poopoo. Kept on running tummy - super wet stool and becos she reject her food. I was still thinking perphas we could self medicate? It was at the clinic when the vet take her temperature that shock us. mmm a lesson learn for us, frankly me and Daddy do not keep a thermometer at home and we didnt even have the habit of taking temperature for our babies when they show sign of sickness. I reali cant imagine what would happen if Daddy didnt brin her in that day - we could have delay in treating her. Thank God for being with us all these while, for guiding Daddy to send her in to vet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, cookie is recovering slowly (Bactrical infection that cos her high fever and running stools). As in, her temperature is at e normal range. On and off when we are late in giving her med - her temperature would rise alittle close to having slight fever, but still overall she is doing v well. I would say so cos i noe cookie's immunity is weak thus she might take a longer time. Vet advise us to be v v careful wif her intake of foods, treats and even water. We were told not to even share water bowl wif other dogs. Wel, i guess i just have to learn to take extra care. **friends, pls do help me if i m out wif anyone of u - pls help by not giving this gal treats, food etc**in return pls do sayang her extra for the pain she gone throug. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all! Cookie promiss to recover soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-6140972955886831001?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6140972955886831001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanks-to-all-cookies-fans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/6140972955886831001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/6140972955886831001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanks-to-all-cookies-fans.html' title='Thanks to all CookiE&apos;s Fans'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-1226965418201490271</id><published>2009-11-23T20:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:54:28.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie was sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SwtnAtiJWyI/AAAAAAAAAvs/4BjMXDQsHkw/s1600/image-upload-16-766761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SwtnAtiJWyI/AAAAAAAAAvs/4BjMXDQsHkw/s320/image-upload-16-766761.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mummy:&lt;br /&gt;Havent nt been bloggin 4 sum time already as these few wks we were v super busy as our poor little have been continuously sick,one illnes aft another. We r in n out of vet almost every other wk. Wif her skin irradiation followin a high fever n 'lao sai wif blood',she reali scare us al,made daddy n me so wori,takin her temperature again n again,makin sure she drink n start eatin. E past weeks i reali had no time 4 jappy. Grh feel bad to neglect jappy but sicky cookie is v sticky,v cranky n she is so clingin to me esp this period. Cant wait 4 al to b well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-1226965418201490271?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1226965418201490271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/cookie-was-sick.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/1226965418201490271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/1226965418201490271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/cookie-was-sick.html' title='Cookie was sick'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SwtnAtiJWyI/AAAAAAAAAvs/4BjMXDQsHkw/s72-c/image-upload-16-766761.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-7792195395783398599</id><published>2009-11-10T01:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T01:05:38.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When he is at club4paw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Svks4dPA1PI/AAAAAAAAAvk/eQI6IHU3Smg/s1600-h/image-upload-6-737831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Svks4dPA1PI/AAAAAAAAAvk/eQI6IHU3Smg/s320/image-upload-6-737831.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mummy-&lt;br /&gt;This is how dirty jappy boy is,everytime we went club4paw. He wil run around like a mad dog even when he is e one n only dog there. Can u imgaine a mad dog runin al over at high speed alone. Haha dat jappy boy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-7792195395783398599?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7792195395783398599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-he-is-at-club4paw.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7792195395783398599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7792195395783398599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-he-is-at-club4paw.html' title='When he is at club4paw'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Svks4dPA1PI/AAAAAAAAAvk/eQI6IHU3Smg/s72-c/image-upload-6-737831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-6217533572768537702</id><published>2009-11-08T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:20:55.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Weekend</title><content type='html'>Mummy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat, we are suppose to brin Jappy boy for his health check and to obtain a health certicated from the vet that show that he is in his pink of health and fit. In order to join the dog therapy group and to became one, he need to be fit with no illness. But sat, i was down with a bad cramp - would nt walk much too much pain. So burn our sat staying at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was too in pain, Daddy had to do the job in bathing the babies. Cookie have to had her bath first as she already hasnt bath for two weeks. Daddy is confirm more rought in handling the two of them....immedicately after bath, cookie run to me and sat on my lap with her pitiful eyes. When daddy cum near us, the more she cuddle in to me. Hahaha, but she does smell heaven despite the rought handling.  ***Daddy, didnt brin in any pail to bath the kids and i tink he must have use the spray on them which i noe they hate it.*** hahaha this daddy ya, but good enought that he is helping me loh - so each time he bath them, i have decided not to peek in nor to even look at what he is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jappy boy had his bath on sunday. Ya, Daddy do the job too. Till the ending part, i heard Jappy boy screaming and banding againest the tiolet door. He must had enought of Daddy. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;But i control and didnt went in to rescue him thoug. Daddy said he is jumping and scream and banding as if he trying to ask for HELP - LET ME GO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-6217533572768537702?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6217533572768537702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/lazy-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/6217533572768537702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/6217533572768537702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/lazy-weekend.html' title='Lazy Weekend'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-375017510313050725</id><published>2009-11-04T19:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:11:05.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When oreo is juz a puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SvJCRx0iKzI/AAAAAAAAAvc/-n2NMJUflUw/s1600-h/image-upload-1-762836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SvJCRx0iKzI/AAAAAAAAAvc/-n2NMJUflUw/s320/image-upload-1-762836.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;This pic is speciali dedicted to bec who have a special love 4 oreo-my cousin chihuahua. Oreo is cookie puppyhood playmate til nw. E wan and only dog dat plays so wel wif monster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-375017510313050725?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/375017510313050725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-oreo-is-juz-puppy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/375017510313050725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/375017510313050725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-oreo-is-juz-puppy.html' title='When oreo is juz a puppy'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SvJCRx0iKzI/AAAAAAAAAvc/-n2NMJUflUw/s72-c/image-upload-1-762836.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-6234987284327786505</id><published>2009-11-04T01:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T01:21:49.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My handsome Godson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SvFHMMSo_4I/AAAAAAAAAvU/jH1WspR65y0/s1600-h/dou+dou+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400175702977347458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SvFHMMSo_4I/AAAAAAAAAvU/jH1WspR65y0/s400/dou+dou+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SvFHE3ayoCI/AAAAAAAAAvM/WfxCm71so_8/s1600-h/dou+dou+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400175577115303970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SvFHE3ayoCI/AAAAAAAAAvM/WfxCm71so_8/s400/dou+dou+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SvFHEZWfHEI/AAAAAAAAAvE/qZW9Klup2aM/s1600-h/dou+dou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400175569044184130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SvFHEZWfHEI/AAAAAAAAAvE/qZW9Klup2aM/s400/dou+dou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CookiE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another "chao" face, shortie cum act cute act puppy fellow that trying to snatch my Mummy.  Give me ur Treat - i m part time friend wif u. "Nah"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jappy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dou Dou my friend, my brother leh. Cookie mei mei - noti. Dun care her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SvFHEO5u2UI/AAAAAAAAAu8/rmjgLxCCxfo/s1600-h/dou+dou+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-6234987284327786505?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6234987284327786505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-handsome-godson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/6234987284327786505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/6234987284327786505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-handsome-godson.html' title='My handsome Godson'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SvFHMMSo_4I/AAAAAAAAAvU/jH1WspR65y0/s72-c/dou+dou+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-7070862125496967119</id><published>2009-11-02T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T03:53:38.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Therapy session</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mummy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends, i have puck up enough courage and determination to sign up Jappy boy as a therapy dog.  Jappy yet to pass the temperament test that is shedule on the 29nov. Lets hope he pass to became one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, last sat, we went to visit one of their visit to the Bishan Home for the intellectually disable. Hubby and me went together. And i must say its reali an eye opening for us. You noe, we always heard of these needy people ard but we had nv once step into their life. And by seeing reali made us feel for these people. We cum to the conculsion that this is something we wish to do. Actuali after grandma death, i hope i could do something for more old folk as i regret that when my grandma was ard....i nv give her alot. i m alway busy wif something...til the time i noe she is down wif cancer and only then its too late for me to make time for her. So since god make me well and good, and wif Jappy mayb i could do someting meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let prays for our Jappy boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya weather been turning cold these few days. And my boy were so scare of thunder. And each time thunder came, he go into panick mood...dash here and there and hiding at places u wont tink he be there. I once got him inside my cupboard - dun ask me how he get in there...he reali sque into my pile of cloths...covering himself wif my cloths for protection bah. Over the weekend, i caught him hiding in the concern of our common tiolet.He curl up and was shivering. And oh ya he got himself all wet.&lt;br /&gt;Let hope whenever the thunder is cuming, i m at home...comforting him bah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-7070862125496967119?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7070862125496967119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/dog-therapy-session.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7070862125496967119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7070862125496967119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/dog-therapy-session.html' title='Dog Therapy session'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-7124016520412031113</id><published>2009-10-31T06:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T06:52:14.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy wksite strays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SuxBDUw9swI/AAAAAAAAAu0/QyFZ-42wphk/s1600-h/image-upload-44-733438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SuxBDUw9swI/AAAAAAAAAu0/QyFZ-42wphk/s320/image-upload-44-733438.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mummy-&lt;br /&gt;These r e few strays in daddy wksite dat we r feedin. Wanna thanks certain people like h,h'contact m,reb,a,t...u noe who u r.thanks 4 makin e steralisatn proces possible 4 us. Hai,daddy been busy n sick past sats dat our catchin was delay but i promis i wil nt give up. &lt;br /&gt;wksite pups r growin fast,cumin out 4 food n runnin ard already. Pls pray 4 their safety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-7124016520412031113?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7124016520412031113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/daddy-wksite-strays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7124016520412031113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7124016520412031113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/daddy-wksite-strays.html' title='Daddy wksite strays'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SuxBDUw9swI/AAAAAAAAAu0/QyFZ-42wphk/s72-c/image-upload-44-733438.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-1012278665254480819</id><published>2009-10-26T20:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:33:30.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reali miss Monster puppyhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SuZqCQkO22I/AAAAAAAAAus/ME26kULaRGk/s1600-h/image-upload-7-709160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SuZqCQkO22I/AAAAAAAAAus/ME26kULaRGk/s320/image-upload-7-709160.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Look at e way she sleep. N c her fat tummy.she had a gd meal n then fal aslep fast aft dat. Monster dreamin of food.hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-1012278665254480819?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1012278665254480819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/reali-miss-monster-puppyhood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/1012278665254480819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/1012278665254480819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/reali-miss-monster-puppyhood.html' title='Reali miss Monster puppyhood'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SuZqCQkO22I/AAAAAAAAAus/ME26kULaRGk/s72-c/image-upload-7-709160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-4025948385035672690</id><published>2009-10-26T20:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:29:32.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can u spot monster?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SuZpG48kUsI/AAAAAAAAAuc/rTeuN6Zpwx8/s1600-h/image-upload-6-771559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SuZpG48kUsI/AAAAAAAAAuc/rTeuN6Zpwx8/s320/image-upload-6-771559.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mummy- &lt;br /&gt;I m in e common tiolet doin busines n dis monsteR insist dat she muz watch over me At All Times. See,she use her nose to puSh open e dooR as it nt close tighty. Can u al spot dat little nose of my monster cookie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-4025948385035672690?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4025948385035672690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-u-spot-monster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/4025948385035672690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/4025948385035672690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-u-spot-monster.html' title='Can u spot monster?'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SuZpG48kUsI/AAAAAAAAAuc/rTeuN6Zpwx8/s72-c/image-upload-6-771559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-3452675865320224169</id><published>2009-10-26T20:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:29:24.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See-i m 'killin' e bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SuZpEzCQBnI/AAAAAAAAAuU/tjFXWWygymQ/s1600-h/image-upload-7-763624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SuZpEzCQBnI/AAAAAAAAAuU/tjFXWWygymQ/s320/image-upload-7-763624.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;From-cookie e monsteR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-3452675865320224169?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3452675865320224169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/see-i-m-e-bear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/3452675865320224169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/3452675865320224169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/see-i-m-e-bear.html' title='See-i m &amp;#39;killin&amp;#39; e bear'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SuZpEzCQBnI/AAAAAAAAAuU/tjFXWWygymQ/s72-c/image-upload-7-763624.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-2106427839276651685</id><published>2009-10-22T21:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:09:46.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pls gave me dat burger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SuEsiZLCMII/AAAAAAAAAuM/fpnkNII2bBs/s1600-h/image-upload-49-785726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SuEsiZLCMII/AAAAAAAAAuM/fpnkNII2bBs/s320/image-upload-49-785726.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-2106427839276651685?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2106427839276651685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/pls-gave-me-dat-burger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/2106427839276651685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/2106427839276651685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/pls-gave-me-dat-burger.html' title='Pls gave me dat burger'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; 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JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SuEsHZts1oI/AAAAAAAAAuE/5lMM0rn8dd8/s72-c/image-upload-49-777758.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-1471836614332171429</id><published>2009-10-21T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:52:06.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jappy 's The Entertainer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mummy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Suddenly remember that i once wanted to blog abt this but end up too busy too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I send Jappy boy to Annie Pet Store for grooming…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;After the groom, Jappy boy was outside the grooming room, running and smelling all the pack treat that were laying ard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I decided to go to the next shop to buy something and I left Jappy under Annie care and Hubby was there to look after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;After getting what I want – I went back to Annie Pet Store. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And guess What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw a group of aunties. And I mean different groupssss of them standing outside. of Annie Pet Store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The auntiesss goes”oh…so cute…like so huggable….and I tel u all these aunties seem drooling over this boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And when I peek in….you noe what this Jappy boy doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;He is jumping up and down all the times, and I tink he is screaming. This boy is looking for his Mummy. And when he caught the sight of me – his jumping action became like a balloon going to burst. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And the more he jump – the more the aunties out there goes ---oh……so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hahaha- there is my boy crying and crying for mummy and yet here are the aunties who find him a cutie in that. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Annie say to me” Your boy providing entertainment for passerby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hahah – he is not suppose to be cute lor – he is cranky looking for his mummy leh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-1471836614332171429?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1471836614332171429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/jappy-s-entertainer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/1471836614332171429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/1471836614332171429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/jappy-s-entertainer.html' title='Jappy &apos;s The Entertainer'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-7284329233305706914</id><published>2009-10-18T02:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T02:54:11.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See-dis wan even more 'chao chao' face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StrlwY1Qi5I/AAAAAAAAAt8/K6RkNHcrN6U/s1600-h/image-upload-115-749656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StrlwY1Qi5I/AAAAAAAAAt8/K6RkNHcrN6U/s320/image-upload-115-749656.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-7284329233305706914?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7284329233305706914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/see-dis-wan-even-more-chao-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7284329233305706914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7284329233305706914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/see-dis-wan-even-more-chao-face.html' title='See-dis wan even more &amp;#39;chao chao&amp;#39; face'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StrlwY1Qi5I/AAAAAAAAAt8/K6RkNHcrN6U/s72-c/image-upload-115-749656.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-6547439089229431174</id><published>2009-10-17T21:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T21:15:47.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoz of jappy new top knot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StqWct2mQBI/AAAAAAAAAt0/BJ7un_yE4S0/s1600-h/image-upload-100-746450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StqWct2mQBI/AAAAAAAAAt0/BJ7un_yE4S0/s320/image-upload-100-746450.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;His face 'chao chao'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-6547439089229431174?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6547439089229431174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/becoz-of-jappy-new-top-knot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/6547439089229431174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/6547439089229431174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/becoz-of-jappy-new-top-knot.html' title='Becoz of jappy new top knot'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StqWct2mQBI/AAAAAAAAAt0/BJ7un_yE4S0/s72-c/image-upload-100-746450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-949018163021470577</id><published>2009-10-17T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T21:14:01.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jappy complaining</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StqWB3N3r7I/AAAAAAAAAts/nfa43UJ2G8g/s1600-h/image-upload-88-739592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StqWB3N3r7I/AAAAAAAAAts/nfa43UJ2G8g/s320/image-upload-88-739592.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-949018163021470577?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/949018163021470577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/jappy-complaining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/949018163021470577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/949018163021470577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/jappy-complaining.html' title='Jappy complaining'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StqWB3N3r7I/AAAAAAAAAts/nfa43UJ2G8g/s72-c/image-upload-88-739592.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-4301652030056805195</id><published>2009-10-16T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T18:37:01.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a look at dis unglam boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StkfulDD3wI/AAAAAAAAAtk/ITwqEz4rAdo/s1600-h/image-upload-2-718069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StkfulDD3wI/AAAAAAAAAtk/ITwqEz4rAdo/s320/image-upload-2-718069.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-4301652030056805195?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4301652030056805195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/take-look-at-dis-unglam-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/4301652030056805195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/4301652030056805195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/take-look-at-dis-unglam-boy.html' title='Take a look at dis unglam boy'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StkfulDD3wI/AAAAAAAAAtk/ITwqEz4rAdo/s72-c/image-upload-2-718069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-8118905717445763860</id><published>2009-10-13T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T06:04:18.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adopting a dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mummy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Many times i heard from people who are getting a dog, looks cum in and play a big part. Thus also becos of looks, not many people are willing to adopt dog frm a shelter as they are usuali those not v clean looking, in short they called it dirty looking, not cute enought....etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had to admit, we are all in the realistic world where by first impression - looks play a major part in our life. Even myself, i value my looks alot. As in, i will put on make up to go to work to look pretty etc. Cum on, i believe everyone is taken by good looks. U noe our eyes is a evil thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But i hope people who are planning to get a dog, do consider adopting one. I always believe all dogs can be v good looking. Wif good care and love - i m sure a ugly dirty wan can bloom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Many a times when i brin Jappy out, strangers will have high praise for this boy. And of all the praise - The most heard is he is so cute and handsome. (i m not trying to be boastful but i hope through Jappy more people will do gave those ugly dirty looking dogs a chance to live in a home). Wel, i believe if they had seen him way back then when he first cum to my place - i m very sure i wont heard such priase at all....or perphas no body will even lay their eyes on him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For those people out there who is planning for a dog - do gave those in the shelter a chance. U nv noe the one u c in the shelter who look dirty will surely bloom if given a chance to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As a proof - hahah below are pics of once to be ugly dirty darling Jappy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392069242561157826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StR6aF8q2sI/AAAAAAAAAtU/TUq0WpxEnDs/s400/Picture_148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392069253520321714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StR6auxibLI/AAAAAAAAAtc/URm9svkDZHA/s400/Picture_191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-8118905717445763860?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8118905717445763860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/adopting-dog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/8118905717445763860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/8118905717445763860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/adopting-dog.html' title='Adopting a dog'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StR6aF8q2sI/AAAAAAAAAtU/TUq0WpxEnDs/s72-c/Picture_148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-2091857721852248776</id><published>2009-10-11T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T06:22:53.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jappy's Gang of friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat, we were invited to join the Shih Tzu gathering cum Princess Bella bthday party at K9. I didnt noe anyone there except dou dou Mummy n Daddy. But in the end of the gathering, we made news friends. They were all v friendly and warm. hehe, we were also invited to join their monthly gathering leh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost all the prince and princess there got long flowy coat. Wow kind of tempered to grow Jappy fur but wif my course taking twice nites away frm my time wif the babies....dun tink can manage. mmm mayb after my course can consider leh. But hor somehow daddy protest leh - Daddy prefer Jappy in cut neat puppy cut like him.heheh shall c how in 9mths later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pices to share - credit to dou Mummy and Daddy who goes ard snaping these pices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391330431401761058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StHadn50mSI/AAAAAAAAAs8/JdXdupUwhGc/s400/P1030083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391277764560818690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StGqkAocEgI/AAAAAAAAAsc/PfXetbvW9PI/s400/P1030094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391277772826881954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StGqkfbOL6I/AAAAAAAAAsk/vPaUKAf02js/s400/P1030116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391277781003160450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StGqk94mS4I/AAAAAAAAAss/A2Jwdi7m-VI/s400/P1030107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391277786677810818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StGqlTBiloI/AAAAAAAAAs0/53rJJLVSiy4/s400/P1030117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;More pices on the Party can be found &lt;a href="http://www.princess-elaine-elaine.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.princess-elaine-elaine.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cookie:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Crazy Mummy cant get enought of this shih tzu - Dou Dou. keke(evil smile) Jappy korkor lost its beauty liao. hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jappy:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dou Dou is my friend. :-)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391330447717348178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StHaekrws1I/AAAAAAAAAtM/ysRh8DbPjMo/s400/P1030074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391330442132804978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StHaeP4TVXI/AAAAAAAAAtE/F0lWHpOkAac/s400/Handsome+Dou+Dou(10.10.09).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-2091857721852248776?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2091857721852248776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/jappys-gang-of-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/2091857721852248776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/2091857721852248776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/jappys-gang-of-friends.html' title='Jappy&apos;s Gang of friends'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StHadn50mSI/AAAAAAAAAs8/JdXdupUwhGc/s72-c/P1030083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-4233748567459603434</id><published>2009-10-07T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T07:08:27.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happi Birthday Cookie</title><content type='html'>Mummy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember how cookie cum about on my v v first post of this blog. After beloved grandma pass on - i swear that i must treasure each moments with families and love ones more. This mean more gathering and more bthday celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cookie 1st birthday was a real simple one. With just a birthday cake and wifout any friends except for oreo who is her fur cousins, we ended her birthday celebration in just less then 15min on the blowing of her cake and ya...thats all it is. Although we did spent quality time together and she is like the queeen as it the first time i allowed her to eat up all her cake....to me this wasnt good enought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always wanted to share this moment wif friends so that it will leave a deep impression on my mind that one day if she is ever gone to heaven - i could still remember that moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;26 Sept 2009, we celebrated hers and oreo birthday together. We book a bbq pit at my uncle condo, order the cake and shepherd pie for the dogs as well as our human food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, that day was real good memories...thanks to all my supportive friends. I would say the human had a great day chattering...i m not too sure abt the dogs though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One thing for sure...Cookie not so happi durning the first half of the party. She havent sleep enough as durning the day - we will so excited abt it. I dress Jappy and her up like a thousand times. hahah trying different matching outfit...till i finali settle down for the Red Theme. Cookie was upsad liao. Even the happy go lucki Jappy run away the moment i took out another set of cloth.After a few sayang, we set off to the bbq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well nothings caught her attention...thus she pull a long face and sit alone at the branch. Only until, we took out her cake and light up the cake....it was only then that brighten her up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She eye for the cake. And scold whoever that cum near it. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the singing, the cake was share to all her friends. This emo selfish gal, the moment she saw all friends had their share on her cake, she change colour liao. she stopped eating halfway n continue pulling her long face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hai -- - - what a emo gal she is. But nevertheless, i had fun as in gathering and chatting wif my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next yr, we shall plan for a party at home as emo gal is a home gal. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Birthday Emotional Gal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390951777874900258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StCCFFl-dSI/AAAAAAAAAqI/3f6FhMqHDD4/s400/EMO+GAL.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cookie tinking of HOME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390968164088055282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StCQ-4_ohfI/AAAAAAAAArs/4yudJmv0Hvc/s400/DEPRESS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chevro - So happi. Mummy love his long long fur&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390951793862891218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StCCGBJz1tI/AAAAAAAAAqY/nGKqlMbUGCo/s400/CHEVRO.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cayn - Mummy fav gal&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390960536859358530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StCKC7WmtUI/AAAAAAAAAqw/IuMRG3PTx3o/s400/CAYN.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Belly - The faithful JRT. She is v protective of owner wan k&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390960528619259778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StCKCcqAx4I/AAAAAAAAAqo/aiXW_9j1T4M/s400/BELLY.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dou Dou - Another of Mummy Fav - The handsome Shih Tzu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390960520344835266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StCKB91PFMI/AAAAAAAAAqg/VU46sRtNb7g/s400/dou+dou.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rusty - The beary Maltese&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390960546454920834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StCKDfGXXoI/AAAAAAAAAq4/7LNfeRlvV9o/s400/RUSTY.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oero - The tiny Mouse&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390965995416140258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StCPAqD9OeI/AAAAAAAAArM/7EAshs9MKZ0/s400/OERO.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Mouse head so small&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390966007116911250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StCPBVpo0pI/AAAAAAAAArc/d2kWnh2OfCg/s400/OERO+MOLE.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jappy - The checky Bear&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390966000812685202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StCPA-Kl95I/AAAAAAAAArU/95rxrY-Dsp8/s400/JAP.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another one of Dou Dou - see how handsome he is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390969220979233122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StCR8aOIEWI/AAAAAAAAAsE/FR0xOyYSCp8/s400/DOU.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Happi Cookie - Cake is on the way thus she wake up frm her home land&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390966018087244370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StCPB-hK0lI/AAAAAAAAArk/m45_aMleOWQ/s400/HAPPI.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cookie and her birthday cake - She cant get enought of her cake&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390965984564639810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StCPABoweEI/AAAAAAAAArE/0n8XDJBsdys/s400/CANT+GET+ENOUGHT.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See Monster cant let her cake go&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390968177971334418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StCQ_stqjRI/AAAAAAAAAr8/wdksjL4OMcg/s400/I+WAN+CAKE.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Last - Our one Family&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390968172248379666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StCQ_XZNMRI/AAAAAAAAAr0/Y5j9GFoMdAE/s400/FAMILY.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are other dogs that are not feature here - My sorri to them as its the first time Mummy handling Joey 's Camera. Mummy not good in taking pices at all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Special thanks to joey for the camera and XX for taking part of the pices and to all that cum for the party and the gifts....this moment will not be possible without you all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-4233748567459603434?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4233748567459603434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/happi-birthday-cookie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/4233748567459603434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/4233748567459603434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/happi-birthday-cookie.html' title='Happi Birthday Cookie'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/StCCFFl-dSI/AAAAAAAAAqI/3f6FhMqHDD4/s72-c/EMO+GAL.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-3548888980358261213</id><published>2009-10-05T21:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:38:09.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where r u? Monster- part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SsrJrox37JI/AAAAAAAAAqA/aukrVZrRMZk/s1600-h/image-upload-63-786695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SsrJrox37JI/AAAAAAAAAqA/aukrVZrRMZk/s320/image-upload-63-786695.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Close up view of e earlier post. I wonder whats is she doin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-3548888980358261213?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3548888980358261213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-r-u-monster-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/3548888980358261213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/3548888980358261213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-r-u-monster-part-2.html' title='Where r u? Monster- part 2'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SsrJrox37JI/AAAAAAAAAqA/aukrVZrRMZk/s72-c/image-upload-63-786695.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-9064134536411381374</id><published>2009-10-05T20:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:12:37.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where r u? Monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Ssq1oo53DWI/AAAAAAAAApw/8f4haf4rIsA/s1600-h/image-upload-48-754873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Ssq1oo53DWI/AAAAAAAAApw/8f4haf4rIsA/s320/image-upload-48-754873.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-9064134536411381374?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9064134536411381374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-r-u-monster.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/9064134536411381374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/9064134536411381374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-r-u-monster.html' title='Where r u? Monster'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Ssq1oo53DWI/AAAAAAAAApw/8f4haf4rIsA/s72-c/image-upload-48-754873.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-7818284259711441837</id><published>2009-10-05T06:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T06:14:08.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My groofy boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SsnxHgc8cXI/AAAAAAAAApo/lgwXBRzvirg/s1600-h/image-upload-43-746608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SsnxHgc8cXI/AAAAAAAAApo/lgwXBRzvirg/s320/image-upload-43-746608.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-7818284259711441837?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7818284259711441837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-groofy-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7818284259711441837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7818284259711441837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-groofy-boy.html' title='My groofy boy'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SsnxHgc8cXI/AAAAAAAAApo/lgwXBRzvirg/s72-c/image-upload-43-746608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-4337818793646060791</id><published>2009-10-04T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:11:05.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are back</title><content type='html'>To all cookie's fan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promissed, i m suppose to post up her bthday party pices but Daddy was busy wif work and yet to do editing to it. Gonna wait a little longer k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only was Daddy busy, Mummy also v busy. She disappear evey 2 nites per week. She cum home late. I waited extra 3 hrs then the usual time. SO angry....that i chew on all my soft toys and i almost kill all of them.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy said she is studing. Her company sent her to take up a course and ya this take mummy 's time away frm me. Not only this.... I got to share Mummy's times wif stupid act blur kor kor Jappy.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy promiss to spent more time wif us on weekends. ohya, Mummy smuggle me in the bag and we went shopping on last sunday. So fun wifout Jappy korkor. HAhahahh - blame kor kor for eating too much till so fat. He is fat. Mummy so skinny cant carry him for long so only me join Mummy in Shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Hope we had more shopping together.....soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-4337818793646060791?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4337818793646060791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-are-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/4337818793646060791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/4337818793646060791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-are-back.html' title='We are back'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-801925663557981398</id><published>2009-09-27T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:14:51.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog names</title><content type='html'>Mummy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never had i feel that chosing a name for a dog need great effort and guideline to avoid.To me, cookie's name came about just so that i love cookies alot and i feel that this name COOKIE does sound much fun and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a dog is adding on joy and laughter to our life isnt it? So i was convince to name her cookie without tinking of COOKIE MONSTER then. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, this cookie grows. And as she grow, of course she represent lots of fun and joy (in her self). I mean she do had lots of fun and joy in created rubbish. Thats her life! Since young her joy is in shredding paper. And as she ages, this joy turn into shredding tissue and now it became every soft toys that is in her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well - she live up for her name: Cookie the Monster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did some read up and research and found out that there are actuali certain guide when its comes to choseing a dog name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Syallables:A dog name is best when its a two syallables name. Why? Cos one syllables words goes for commands like - sit, down, stay, up, no....etcFor those who read up on training a dog should noes that there are no such words as SIT DOWN. It will get the dog confuse as in" you wan me to sit or you want me to down.???&lt;br /&gt;Well-back to name: one syallables name like Jo, as example could confuse the dog into tinking that owner is giving command.&lt;br /&gt;As for any name longer that two syallables - its hard for the dogs to proces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound of the name&lt;br /&gt;A dog name should not sound like anyone in the family, if not when u are calling Daddy, your Danny dog cum instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wel, in Jappy caase - this is what happen.&lt;br /&gt;I used to call hubby a few nick like Hubby on good mood, Daddy when the furkids are ard, Dardar when i feel like it....&lt;br /&gt;As u can hear, all these nick rhymes abit like Jappy&lt;br /&gt;Of course, our sweet Jappy boy nv once been confuse or mixed up his name before....instead its alway the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i call Jappy.........Hubby, Daddy, Dardar cum running to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-801925663557981398?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/801925663557981398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/mummy-never-had-i-feel-that-chosing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/801925663557981398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/801925663557981398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/mummy-never-had-i-feel-that-chosing.html' title='Dog names'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-4943249833847608548</id><published>2009-09-27T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:16:08.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CCS Silk Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mummy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CCS Silk Spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386367184790954994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 60px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SsA4apdJI_I/AAAAAAAAApg/R1pFfhFa1ts/s400/SilkSpirits8oz.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Liquid Silk Protein&lt;br /&gt;Smooth &amp;amp; Silky, Eliminates Frizz, Glossy Shine, Blocks Static&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Transform damaged skin and coat with Silk Spirits moisturizing Liquid Silk Protein with Panthenol™ to achieve a smooth silky texture, lively volume and a shimmering shine.&lt;br /&gt;Achieve instant luster and manageability, smoothing rough cuticles while relaxing waves and split ends without ever feeling sticky or looking wet. Eliminate static fly away coat and frizz caused from dry climate conditions and restore life to dull and dry coats for a soft silky touch while adding volume without weighing down the coat.&lt;br /&gt;Silk Spirits moisturizing natural organic silk fiber proteins replenishes the coat to a natural balance. Addressing the health of the skin and coat.&lt;br /&gt;CONTAINS: Silk Peptides, Vitamin B, Panthenol&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS: apply a small amount of Silk Spirits into the palm of your hand, rub your hands together, then massage into wet or dry clean coat and skin. Comb or brush throughout coat, making sure ends are treated. Do not rinse out. Follow by styling in your normal way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Verdict:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Best after bath leave in vitamins for fur. Cookie had some spilt end and fly away fur ard her butt and ear and this ccs silk spirits reali helps to smooth out the frizz and give a real smooth silky touch and best of all - u dun feel oily at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jappy boy began to use tis too. Work wonders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-4943249833847608548?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4943249833847608548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/ccs-silk-spirit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/4943249833847608548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/4943249833847608548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/ccs-silk-spirit.html' title='CCS Silk Spirit'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SsA4apdJI_I/AAAAAAAAApg/R1pFfhFa1ts/s72-c/SilkSpirits8oz.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-4119129859158459319</id><published>2009-09-27T18:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:00:24.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someting wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SsAKp_iiuuI/AAAAAAAAApY/k7pJYfvdrEE/s1600-h/image-upload-56-723381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SsAKp_iiuuI/AAAAAAAAApY/k7pJYfvdrEE/s320/image-upload-56-723381.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cookie gt a new nick - emo gal. Which stand 4 emotional gal. Dun noe why 4 e whole of sunday,aft her bthday party on sat she became like dis. Eat too much? Stomach upset? Bored? Angry her bthday cake need to b share? God noes wat?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,stay tune 4 her bthday party pics soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-4119129859158459319?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4119129859158459319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/someting-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/4119129859158459319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/4119129859158459319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/someting-wrong.html' title='Someting wrong'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SsAKp_iiuuI/AAAAAAAAApY/k7pJYfvdrEE/s72-c/image-upload-56-723381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-5544168997169796460</id><published>2009-09-24T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T01:26:50.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Blackie</title><content type='html'>Yes…its been almost more than 3mths that we had parted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finali, the real truth sank it to Mummies and Daddies heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came to us as a lonely skinny fearful black little pup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now We lost you as our precious little black pearl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have always been our pearl – The one and only black pearl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perphas that the reason why u are born Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is sad, Life is cruel to a stray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is final even no matter how much its hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for once being there to teach Mummies and Daddies how to “Give”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye our baby black pearl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You be always in our heart, ones that make us ache so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall met again, for sure the day will cum when u are forever ours in heaven…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A final Goodbye baby blackie, til the day we became one again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This shall be the very last time we tok abt baby blackie. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She will remain in our heart til the day came.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**the whole journey of our preiouse black pearl can be found in** &lt;a href="http://homelessinseletar.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://homelessinseletar.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-5544168997169796460?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5544168997169796460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbye-blackie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/5544168997169796460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/5544168997169796460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbye-blackie.html' title='Goodbye Blackie'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-5539839842761224117</id><published>2009-09-21T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:03:12.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Jappy 's Fan</title><content type='html'>Special Thanks to My greatest dearest friend, Ms A and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms A and Family helps to take reali good care of Jappy boy when i was away on a bangkok trip. While cookie is at home, taken care by my mum.&lt;br /&gt;That week that i m going is a bad week. Mum predict to be busy in market as it the festive preiod and Jappy need extra care as in peeing and pooing.&lt;br /&gt;Easier for mum to just handle cookie as she does her business right at the pee tray and even if they are busy to replace the pad - the pad could last til i m back as we had 2 big tray at home for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms A and kind family were great nice people. One who i reali tink can go through thick and thin as a friend with me, hand by hand. Despite noeing all Jappy bad habits, they nv nv once show that they mind. Jappy boy got many many bad habbits. Well, he love to mark certain places. And he wasnt smart enought to noe where he should pee and where not, he make himself wet all the times and he love to clean his wet mouth on the floor, he love the mud and he dun care how dirty his paw is.....etc.......In fact, i m the wan who feel so paiseh cos they are just too nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jappy first nite was horrible. Many of friends, my mum and dad and even myself tinks that Jappy's happy go lucki nature would nv look for Mummy. I even tink that he might be too blur to know that Mummy is not by his side.&lt;br /&gt;He surprised everyone. He cried the whole nite. I believe he must have try to tear down Ms A bedroom door. Although my good friend say ya he scratches the door and wanted to look for mummy....i knew how bad he can gets. He got elephant strenght. (whenever i prepare his food, in order to make me hurry up - Jappy boy will cried....whine....bark. These will go loudly and loudly all the way and sometime even after scolding - he continue its seem as thoug he is too deaf to hear scolding)(not only that he used his elephant strenth to bang our cabinet a hundreds times) So i knew its bad. Thank god, my dear friend is v understanding toward this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few day, Jappy had fun and joy there wif their family dog vivi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i m back, now Jappy boy stick to me like a real duber super glue. real bad. Yesterday brin the babies down for a walk and after the walk i tie them up while wanting to help hubby to wash his car. But the moment, i try walk away, Jappy panick and whine and scream. And he keep pulling, i was so afraid he might hurt his own neck. Guess he is afraid i might leave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby said " so now u noe - Jappy boy is not a blur blur gong gong! He noes how to look for Mummy and Daddy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms A and family - if u are reading this: Again the gifts i got is just not enought to express my thanks. Well, keep it my heart... my dear pal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-5539839842761224117?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5539839842761224117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-jappy-s-fan.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/5539839842761224117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/5539839842761224117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-jappy-s-fan.html' title='To Jappy &apos;s Fan'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-6206029858231592563</id><published>2009-09-21T19:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:13:12.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our bangkok best buy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SrgytrUR_0I/AAAAAAAAApQ/uClbiZFqUY8/s1600-h/image-upload-18-790149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SrgytrUR_0I/AAAAAAAAApQ/uClbiZFqUY8/s320/image-upload-18-790149.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mummy-&lt;br /&gt;Brought dis special hand drawn cartoon figure of our two babies in a t-shirt. Daddy wanted to frame dis up n hang at our living rm. Nice rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-6206029858231592563?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6206029858231592563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-bangkok-best-buy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/6206029858231592563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/6206029858231592563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-bangkok-best-buy.html' title='Our bangkok best buy'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SrgytrUR_0I/AAAAAAAAApQ/uClbiZFqUY8/s72-c/image-upload-18-790149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-4146774821285243762</id><published>2009-09-16T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T19:52:33.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbows after the rain</title><content type='html'>Mummy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long while since i last update the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on Mc since last friday after a day surgery. Well, i tot i will be able to endure the pain as its a small opt afterall....but i was wrong. There is a 10cents size wound on my belly and another smaller hole on the lower part. Well, both wounds made me in bed for at least the first and 2nd days after the opt. I didnt expect i could nt even move an iche as each move brin pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my two lovely babies, they seem to understand Mummy is sick. Mayb by the way i walk they could tel i m in pain. I do believe dogs feel how we feel.&lt;br /&gt;For the first and 2nd day, i fall asleep on the bed like a hundred times, and guess what? Each time i open my eyes, i found cookie's face right in front of me. She been keeping watch of me throughout my sleep. Many times, i peep and find this gal dozing off while keeping a watchful eye on me. And she will jeke herself up and continue her watch.&lt;br /&gt;When i rush to the tiolet to vomit, the two babies will be rite there. Although they cant do much, but each time i vomit, i could c the wori and shock look on cookie face. Its reali shows. And i had nv once see her so wori and shock before. The worri look is double the same kind of look when i send her in for her nail cutting. Somehow they keep me strong in a way or rather.&lt;br /&gt;Jappy was not so affected as cookie. Jappy was stil the happy go lucki boy. But he does help too. Whenever i m on the bed and need help. I will call out for Hubby to cum to my aid. But sometime, hubby cant hear me as i m too weak to shout loud. Jappy boy will bark and bark and bark. All the way til my needs is attented too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a dog is such a wonderful experience. They keep me going strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-4146774821285243762?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4146774821285243762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/rainbows-after-rain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/4146774821285243762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/4146774821285243762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/rainbows-after-rain.html' title='Rainbows after the rain'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-2358131925353462200</id><published>2009-09-09T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:36:19.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cookie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mummy brought me and kor kor to serangoon. There is a dog event there. Kor kor take part in e fastest eating competition. And Daddy said Kor kor "throw our face" not only he didnt win, he ate like a gal. First he smell and lick and smell and lick. Kor kor didnt even finish the whole plate. Lousy korkor Jappy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happi Moments to share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAWA - The tiny little chihuahua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379377229122517202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SqdjFrasONI/AAAAAAAAAng/LtsaSpd-NBA/s400/PICT0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As white as snow - Vivi the pure white one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379377233170868578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SqdjF6f5KWI/AAAAAAAAAno/2tivW9mlwNc/s400/P9062308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pure White Vivi wants a hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379636893918918546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SqhPQKKfd5I/AAAAAAAAAoI/71xAiZN7-O8/s400/PICT0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jon Jon - The Yappy Chihuahu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379377240357742354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SqdjGVRYJxI/AAAAAAAAAnw/rcz-2z3LMc0/s400/P9062217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who say Messy is not pretty? See pretty clove&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379377247276873746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SqdjGvDBuBI/AAAAAAAAAn4/SmQZ7GOzUKc/s400/P9062237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The fat mouse oreo - she is dreaming of Food&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379377252118982002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SqdjHBFebXI/AAAAAAAAAoA/q-enYSWzjUA/s400/P9062213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cookie: I m so angry wif this guy. He sat at My Mummy Lap for so long. Pls get ur butt off my Mummy. I M NOT HAPPI.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379636903320913250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SqhPQtMGhWI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/o7KWOMLR3Mk/s400/PICT0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy: My fav beautiful Ben Ben&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379636906312233666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SqhPQ4VScsI/AAAAAAAAAoY/d3Ls1kM194Q/s400/PICT0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jappy: This korkor so much bigger then me. Mummy: Milo is such a calm boy who give in to all the small friends ard. Big cheer to him. Well Done - Milo&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379638792909491218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SqhQ-sdIDBI/AAAAAAAAAog/1LzdobWlvqg/s400/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jappy: Does this T-shirt make me look FAT?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379638797531450690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SqhQ-9rFjUI/AAAAAAAAAoo/-O9sLKNAt40/s400/P9062218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jappy: I M FAT anyway. I dun CARE. HAHA&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379638799617878258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SqhQ_Fch6PI/AAAAAAAAAow/tRL_MvK8DCo/s400/P9062220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jappy signature Silly Look&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379638807287824082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SqhQ_iBL_tI/AAAAAAAAAo4/t8eyavOvNLk/s400/j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last is ME. My Butterfly Look&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379644024621146354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SqhVvOGYoPI/AAAAAAAAApA/Kg_93P1zDn0/s400/c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Pamper Me being hug by My Daddy&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379644035521989458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SqhVv2tWS1I/AAAAAAAAApI/L19D_CkXleY/s400/PICT0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-2358131925353462200?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2358131925353462200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/weekend-events.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/2358131925353462200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/2358131925353462200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/weekend-events.html' title='Weekend Events'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SqdjFrasONI/AAAAAAAAAng/LtsaSpd-NBA/s72-c/PICT0030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-1988341197189596542</id><published>2009-09-03T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T19:58:46.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fur loss</title><content type='html'>Cookie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stupid korkor Jappy keep trying to play bite my ear. U all noe my ear got nice long fringh rite, and this korkor keep pulling off my fur. Mummy said this long fringh ard my ear is suppose to cover up my long muzzles look and now noti KORKOR pull it all off. Mummy said i look so funi wif one ear full of long nice fringh and another ear botak. BOTAK leh.&lt;br /&gt;KORKOR trying to make me ugly. **Dun friend kor kor anymore**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jappy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHE...i playing wif mei mei. **what fur? what did i do?** hehe wif a big silly smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor mummy is due for a day surgery next week. Mummy going for a laparoscopy where by the doc will cut a small hole ard mummy's tummy and insert a camara and then follow by some laser treatment and inject some med. Mummy will be down wif 5days mc. waho - my mummy will be home for 5days wif us.&lt;br /&gt;But Daddy warn us Not to climb or jump onto Mummy tummy and cannot play rought and cannot be noti that make mummy angry for at least til mummy is feeling better. ahyo so many cannot.&lt;br /&gt;but heard say mummy will be in great pain on the first day ok lah, first day i sure sayang mummy. Next few days shall c how. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jappy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m good boy. i sayang mummy and no noti. Meimei, noti gal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-1988341197189596542?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1988341197189596542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/fur-loss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/1988341197189596542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/1988341197189596542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/09/fur-loss.html' title='Fur loss'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-7271902382697258797</id><published>2009-08-31T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:43:52.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs digestive system and the barf diet</title><content type='html'>Comparing a dogs digestive ability to a humans is like comparing apples to oranges. Mother nature has given each species an appropriate digestive capacity.&lt;br /&gt;Dogs, mainly eat meat or at least should only eat meat. A dogs stomach acid (&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/hydrochloric%20acid" target="blank" jquery1251704678891="2"&gt;hydrochloric acid&lt;/a&gt;) is 15 times greater than in humans so that they digest meat in 10 hours, which accommodates their very short intestines.&lt;br /&gt;Humans produce an equal amount throughout the stomach and intestines combined, allowing raw meat and other raw animal products to digest easily and efficiently in our much longer digestive tract within 16 hours. (It is interesting to note that cooked meat takes 24 -36 hours to digest accompanied with putrefaction.)&lt;br /&gt;The lesson here is that the dog has the ability to digest and assimilate raw meat diets much easier than a human. For this reason they are able to handle bacteria and microbes that might injure a human. It is important to realize that microbes and pathogens are everywhere and that they are needed for the process of dealing with decay.&lt;br /&gt;The message is to feed each species appropriately. Thus the &lt;a href="http://www.barfworld.com/"&gt;BARF DIET&lt;/a&gt; which is the most biologically appropriate raw food for dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.barfworld.com/blog/"&gt;http://www.barfworld.com/blog/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been researching alot on the barf diet and til some time last few weeks back, i happen to chance upon barf singapore wedsite and read abt a maltese owner who desperately turn to barf diet as she had tried all kind of diet/med/vet/ you name it she tried it. And nothing cure her maltese's v v bad yeast infection til she turn to barf. Slowly after, condition improved. There are the before and after pices of her dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See below pices of the maltese i m toking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://barfsingapore.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=36&amp;amp;Itemid=80&amp;amp;limit=1&amp;amp;limitstart=1"&gt;http://barfsingapore.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=36&amp;amp;Itemid=80&amp;amp;limit=1&amp;amp;limitstart=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading, i m sort of convice to switch their diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i have a long coat Monster that shed like no body business. Yes - i understand chh is a shedding breed but my fav chevro and cayn and button dun seem to shed as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ndly, i have a super duber double thick coat boy that seem to chew on his ichy hands everynite. Vet say its some sort of mild alergies. And i cant seem to noe what he is alergy to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this two main reason is good enought for me to put aside more saving on their exp diet. Cutting down on supplements to replace this as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It been two weeks since they are on these new diet. For the first two days, Noti monster reject her food. 3rd and 4th day she start to eat but she puke out every single bones she could feel.(jappy boy is like a snake, the moment cookie puke - he will be frm behind vacum up all the bones) And now, she could finish up her meal in less than 5min. All thanks to Jappy boy. Jappy boy is the leader in this and each meal cookie watch him eat and slowly she accept the food as like jappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict -&lt;br /&gt;Their poo is not smell at all. And the portion that they poo is so little which is good as it mean they are absording the nutrients frm the meat they needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-7271902382697258797?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7271902382697258797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/dogs-digestive-system-and-barf-diet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7271902382697258797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7271902382697258797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/dogs-digestive-system-and-barf-diet.html' title='Dogs digestive system and the barf diet'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-7125158694636844378</id><published>2009-08-27T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:10:08.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Mummy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two babies are having holidays mood these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday before we step out for work, we will lead them into my master bedroom and place a playpen gate at the door to prevent them from free roaming into the living hall and other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actuali cookie used to have free roam of the whole house as she had proof herself to be v guai when we are not ard. or rather i should say she passed the mark cos she simply sleep throu the hours that we are not ard. Mayb to her - she see it as Mummy and Daddy not ard, so no one to make them angry thus sleeping and restore energy durning this timming is best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But eversince Jappy came, we could nv let cookie roam freely as Jappy wasnt 100% tiolet train yet. We tried to let cookie roam free in the living hall while Jappy only in e room. Jappy bark for cookie the whole day. (Surprise ting for Jappy is when he is lock in my room, he actuali noe he should go to the tiolet to pee and poo. But when he is free roam = free peeing and pooing also)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few day, i almost recieved calls frm my mum that the two babies somehow manage to escape and push over the gate. And they are out in the living hall. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The master mind is JAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He jump and jump and each time he jump, he use his elephant strength to push against that piece of gate. And u noe its just a piece of play pen fence so of course the fence topped. And both escape out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mess is - Cookie went to dig into the dustbin and mess up the whole floor wif whatever she pick up frm there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jappy mess is poo everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cutest Jappy chose the best place to poopoo and that is rite behind our main front door.&lt;br /&gt;Wel, he poo a huge pile.&lt;br /&gt;And when mum came home after work...u noe what. She opened the door. And gosh the door smeash throu all the poopoo. Flatten the poo, leaving one pile of poo in front of the door and another pile rite behind the door.&lt;br /&gt;OMG til now, i cant figure out how to clean my door. Cos the below part of the door where there is a gap inbetween the floor and our door (the part where it help to flatten the poo poo) sure got stain of it. but its so so tiny gap - i reali got no idea how to clean that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a nightmare to us but a holiday period for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need helps to figure out how to lock them in my room without closing my door. Perphas i need a baby gate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-7125158694636844378?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7125158694636844378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/updates.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7125158694636844378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7125158694636844378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-8723613300102623948</id><published>2009-08-25T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:01:26.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conditions that may affect these breed</title><content type='html'>Chihuahuas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patellar Luxation&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Also known as "slipped stifles," this is a common problem in small dogs. It is caused when the patella, which has three parts-the femur (thigh bone), patella (knee cap), and tibia (calf)-is not properly lined up. This causes lameness in the leg or an abnormal gait, sort of like a skip or a hop. It is a condition that is present at birth although the actual misalignment or luxation does not always occur until much later. The rubbing caused by patellar luxation can lead to arthritis, a degenerative joint disease. There are four grades of patellar luxation, ranging from grade I, an occasional luxation causing temporary lameness in the joint, to grade IV, in which the turning of the tibia is severe and the patella cannot be realigned manually. This gives the dog a bowlegged appearance. Severe grades of patellar luxation may require surgical repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hypoglycemia&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Hypoglycemia, or low blood sugar, is a possible problem with all toy breed puppies. [Note: I have left this as toy breed here. There is a difference between toy size and small dogs-the difference, say, between Chihuahuas and yorkies and beagles and mini dachshunds.] Hypoglycemia is easily treatable in the early stages but can be fatal if not treated. It is important that breeders and owners of toy breed puppies recognize the signs and symptoms because this condition can sometimes be misdiagnosed as viral hepatitis or encephalitis by veterinarians. A puppy with hypoglycemia will slow down and become listless, followed by trembling or shivering. Place some honey under his tongue and get him to the vet immediately. If the situation is allowed to continue, he'll eventually collapse, go into convulsions, fall into a coma, and die. Any time your Chihuahua is limp, with grayish-blue gums and tongue, it's an emergency. Hypoglycemia occurs in toy puppies when they don't have the fat reserves to supply adequate glucose in times of stress or when they don't eat regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heart Murmurs&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Heart murmurs are caused by adisturbance in the blood flow through the chambers of the heart. They're an indicator that there may be a disease or condition of the heart that will need to be monitored and treated. Heart murmurs are graded on their loudness, with one being very soft and five being very loud. If disease is evident, as diagnosed through x-rays and an echocardiogram, the dog may require medication, a special diet, and a reduction in the amount of exercise he gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pulmonic Stenosis&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;This congenital heart disease occurs when blood doesn't flow properly through the heart because the pulmonic valve is malformed, causing an obstruction. This means the heart must work harder and can become enlarged, leading to heart failure. Treatment depends on the severity of the disease. In mild cases, there's little or no obstruction and no treatment is necessary. If the dog is severely affected by the disease, surgery is recommended, but the procedure differs depending on the location of the blockage.&lt;br /&gt;Collapsed Trachea: It is not completely understood how this occurs, but the rapid inhalation of air causes the trachea to flatten and makes it difficult for air to enter the lungs, much like a soda straw being drawn on too vigorously. This condition may be inherited; it occurs in certain breeds, and dogs with it show an abnormality in the chemical makeup of their tracheal rings in which the rings lose their stiffness and become unable to retain their circular shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hydrocephalus&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Cerebrospinal fluid (CSF) can accumulate in the brain because of a congenital defect, obstruction, or the result of trauma during birth, placing pressure on the brain. The head looks swollen or enlarged, but the diagnosis can be confirmed with an ultrasound if necessary. There's no cure for hydrocephalus, although in mild cases steroids can help reduce fluid pressure. A shunt can also be used to divert fluid from the brain to the abdomen. Puppies with severe cases usually die before they're four months old, which is a good reason to delay purchasing a Chihuahua until that age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Open Fontanel&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Chihuahuas are born with a soft spot on the top of their head. Usually the soft spot closes, much like a baby's will, but sometimes one will not close fully. Treat these dogs gingerly. An accidental blow to the head can kill them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shivering&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Shivering is a common occurrence in Chihuahuas. The mechanics of why they shiver or tremble is unclear but it usually occurs when the dog is excited, stressed, or cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shih Tzu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allergies:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are a common ailment in Shih Tzu. There are three main types: food allergies, which are treated by eliminating certain foods from the dog's diet; contact allergies, which are caused by a reaction to a topical substance such as bedding, flea powders, dog shampoos, or other chemicals; and inhalant allergies, which are caused by airborne allergens such as pollen, dust, or mildew. Treatment may include dietary restrictions, medications, and environmental changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dogtime.com/hip-dysplasia.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Canine hip dysplasia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;An abnormal formation of the hip socket that can cause pain and lameness.&lt;br /&gt;Patellar luxation, which means dislocation (luxation) of the kneecap (patella). The knee joint (often of a hind leg) slides in and out of place, causing pain. This can be crippling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Juvenile renal dysplasia (JRD):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a genetic defect of the kidneys seen in young dogs. The dog is excessively thirsty and urinates frequently. He loses weight, vomits, and lacks vigor. Currently, there is only one definitive test for the disease that can be performed on breeding dogs--a wide-wedge biopsy of the kidney, which is very invasive and carries a lot of risk. There have been swab tests developed by geneticists, but, to this date, none of them appear to be 100 percent reliable.&lt;br /&gt;Bladder stones and bladder infections can be caused by many factors, such as excessive protein, magnesium, and phosphorus in the diet, or long periods of time between urination. Bladder infections can be caused by bacterial or viral infections. If your Shih Tzu needs to urinate frequently, has bloody urine, seems to have difficulty urinating, or suffers a loss of appetite, take him to the vet for a checkup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eye problems:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are not uncommon among Shih Tzus because their large eyes bulge. Disorders include keratitis, an inflammation of the cornea that can lead to a corneal ulcer and blindness; proptosis, when the eyeball is dislodged from the eye socket and the eyelids clamp behind the eyeball; distichiasis, an abnormal growth of eyelashes on the margin of the eye, resulting in the eyelashes rubbing against the eye; ectopia cilia, a condition similar to distichiasis; progressive retinal atrophy, a degenerative disease of the retinal visual cells that progresses to blindness; and dry eye (keratoconjunctivitis sicca), a dryness of the cornea and the conjunctiva. Contact your vet right away if you notice any redness, irritation, or excessive tearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ear infections:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strike the Shih Tzu because his drop ears create a dark, warm ear canal--a perfect environment for infection. Check and clean the ears weekly to avoid problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teeth problems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Retained baby teeth and tooth and gum problems are not unusual because the Shih Tzu's baby teeth may remain intact when the permanent teeth emerge. Sometimes it is necessary for the veterinarian to extract the baby teeth. Because of the Shih Tzu's undershot jaw, he also can have missing or misaligned teeth. It's important to brush puppy teeth regularly and report dental problems, such as bad breath and loose teeth, to your veterinarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Umbilical hernias:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are common among Shih Tzus. Quite often, these are caused by delayed closure of the abdominal midline. If the hernia is small, it may close as the puppy matures. Sometimes surgery is necessary to correct it, usually while the puppy is being spayed or neutered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A portosystemic liver:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shunt is a congenital abnormality in which blood vessels allow blood to bypass the liver. As a result, the blood is not cleansed by the liver as it should be. Surgery is usually the best treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snuffles:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayplague the Shih Tzu because teething tends to be difficult. At about four months, the gums swell; since the gums are directly under those pushed-in noses, there isn't a lot of room. Puppies may snort, snuffle, snore loudly, or wheeze during this time, and may even have a clear nasal drainage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reverse sneezing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;occurs when the dog is overly excited, gulps his food too fast, or allergens are present. Nasal secretions drop onto the soft palate, causing it to close over the windpipe. The dog makes a wheezing sound and may become alarmed. Talk soothingly to him and try to get him to relax to shorten the episode. Some say that pinching the nostrils closed, so the dog is forced to breathe through its mouth, is the quickest way to stop the reverse sneezing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-8723613300102623948?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8723613300102623948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/conditions-that-may-affect-these-breed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/8723613300102623948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/8723613300102623948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/conditions-that-may-affect-these-breed.html' title='Conditions that may affect these breed'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-7412409628723133306</id><published>2009-08-19T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:27:11.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canine Milk Teeth</title><content type='html'>Mummy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So funi - yesterday nite, i happen to caught cookie playing wif a real tiny white tingy. And she was just about to gup down that white tiny thingy and i was just in time to stop her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise the tiny thing is a Canine Baby tooth. heheh - i m having two almost going 2 year old babies at home and i reali dun noe who this tooth belongs to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only god noes who is the real owner then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if i have time - will post pics of the tooth that i found.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-7412409628723133306?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7412409628723133306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/canine-milk-teeth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7412409628723133306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7412409628723133306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/canine-milk-teeth.html' title='Canine Milk Teeth'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-8549629709950436683</id><published>2009-08-16T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:51:22.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yishun gathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cookie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sat, mummy and daddy brin us to a place ful of all kind of dogs. And u noe what, my stupid korkor go and make friends wif everybody and every dogs there. Me not so happi lor. I hate them to smell my butt or cum near my mummy. I flang my teeth so many times lor. The only times i m happi is when mummy brin a meat loaf over to us. But korkor got a super big mouth that gump up almost half of it. On the way home, mummy praise korkor for being so friendly, and my mummy simply look like a stupid cheerleader lor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hopefuli one day korkor will be dognap then i be the wan and only in the house. Since korkor so friendly mah - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its Me - Monster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370779596162170322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SojXlkwpfdI/AAAAAAAAAlA/oTgnF6yfnrQ/s400/6212_121371285282_707640282_2879172_8034621_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Beary Jappy&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370779616712266770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SojXmxULFBI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AYkbzLI5EUA/s400/6212_121366680282_707640282_2879123_321059_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370784509982183490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SojcDmKokEI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/YaNOnv7mIxs/s400/5735_130573802776_708502776_2168196_112633_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Paw Works&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370788335931048930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SojfiS77Q-I/AAAAAAAAAmo/75LskjivbRg/s400/6091_114007523075_624153075_2225571_7611156_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The Two Babies having their meat loaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370779610670023714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SojXmazlxCI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/j-zjWIH5VTA/s400/5735_130574102776_708502776_2168242_8096677_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Groofy Golden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370779601911409698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SojXl6LX7CI/AAAAAAAAAlI/khmv7MRcoiI/s400/5735_130574052776_708502776_2168233_2904739_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The "Star" of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370781313402156978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SojZJh-kN7I/AAAAAAAAAmA/x1SzaZ__9Vc/s400/5735_130574082776_708502776_2168239_3566168_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The cheerful Boy despite all &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370781322937301138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SojZKFf6-JI/AAAAAAAAAmI/mO7x2GkAuwY/s400/5735_130574172776_708502776_2168252_5859261_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The Sweet Momo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370784516416744898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SojcD-IwLcI/AAAAAAAAAmY/w6Y9reC35JM/s400/5735_130573597776_708502776_2168165_3624200_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Cutie pie&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370784524019015954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SojcEadRoRI/AAAAAAAAAmg/FSC588nyq0I/s400/6212_121367725282_707640282_2879125_5125439_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The White bear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370788340141403218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SojfiinwLFI/AAAAAAAAAmw/BbKs911wSfE/s400/6091_114007558075_624153075_2225576_2656623_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Kiss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370788354239807298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SojfjXJEv0I/AAAAAAAAAm4/b5lcuhHYuNQ/s400/6091_114007653075_624153075_2225591_1875567_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The brown smiling wan&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370788362199699122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Sojfj0y3DrI/AAAAAAAAAnA/FSHxHuEm_G0/s400/6091_114007663075_624153075_2225593_221501_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Dessert : Mummy ate lots of this and nv gave us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370788367968198546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SojfkKSLX5I/AAAAAAAAAnI/6pVPQIyrbec/s400/6091_114007658075_624153075_2225592_4972530_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mummy: Thanks to the wonderful photographers: Domo Pa/ma(Brain and Serene) and Bon Pa/Ma(John and Dana) and Pony Ma (Joy Tan).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-8549629709950436683?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8549629709950436683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/yishun-gathering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/8549629709950436683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/8549629709950436683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/yishun-gathering.html' title='Yishun gathering'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SojXlkwpfdI/AAAAAAAAAlA/oTgnF6yfnrQ/s72-c/6212_121371285282_707640282_2879172_8034621_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-1654940230339056384</id><published>2009-08-13T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:55:20.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayb we should change Monster name to ....</title><content type='html'>Mummy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nite, i was busy in the kitchen doing housework after dinner. After finishing up chores, i walk into the living room and caught monster in this act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369675848907725298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SoTrvB0jmfI/AAAAAAAAAk4/uoWu5IImbuQ/s400/Picture_314%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Cookie: hehe Mummy is so busy in the kitchen and no one in the living room to catch me: good chance to jump up the dinning table to steal yum yum.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Look at the monster stupid look. She refuse to acknowledge the fact that i m STANDING right in front of her. She refuse to face the fact that she is CAUGHT in action liao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My first reaction is - "Cookie Seah come down!" and i was reply by ignore and turn away face lor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Without waiting i go - " CAN CAN, come down!" and i tel u - she jump down in split sec and dash to hide under the sofa. Can can - works wonder on her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Example 2:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Whenever hubby or me want her to kiss us - no matter how gentle we go by saying : "Cookie, kiss mummy! faster gal good gal kiss mummy" and the kiss nv once come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But if we go like - "CAN CAN ya....and even before we say the word kiss, this monster would immedicatly plant countless kisses right at our lips.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;See - CAN CAN works.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Example 3:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Monster love to hide under the sofa for God noes what reason. And no matter how we called and coax her to cum out of her hide out - she refuse and ignore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We often had to use treats to lure her out. But soon i find out someting works better and even faster than treats. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And it is using the words - CAN CAN. The moment i say " CAN CAN ya" she will dash out and sit right in front of me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mayb she shouldnt be called COokie, perphas her name should be change to CAN CAN. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-1654940230339056384?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1654940230339056384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/mayb-we-should-change-monster-name-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/1654940230339056384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/1654940230339056384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/mayb-we-should-change-monster-name-to.html' title='Mayb we should change Monster name to ....'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SoTrvB0jmfI/AAAAAAAAAk4/uoWu5IImbuQ/s72-c/Picture_314%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-7610237633899937610</id><published>2009-08-12T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:23:26.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becos of him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SoOU9dkyR2I/AAAAAAAAAkw/FW8Sh0uCe74/s1600-h/image-upload-8-759654%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369298964387612514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SoOU9dkyR2I/AAAAAAAAAkw/FW8Sh0uCe74/s400/image-upload-8-759654%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Becos of our dearest sweetest Jappy boy, Mummy and Daddy 's dream black tan wawa gonna wait long long loh. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-7610237633899937610?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7610237633899937610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/becos-of-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7610237633899937610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7610237633899937610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/becos-of-him.html' title='Becos of him'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SoOU9dkyR2I/AAAAAAAAAkw/FW8Sh0uCe74/s72-c/image-upload-8-759654%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-4757149924425776068</id><published>2009-08-11T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T19:43:19.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy and Mummy's dream wawa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Our dream Black Tan Chihuahua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SoIqwY4r9II/AAAAAAAAAkY/gISExpW1oJU/s1600-h/long-hair-chihuahua-black-tan-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368900716581352578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SoIqwY4r9II/AAAAAAAAAkY/gISExpW1oJU/s400/long-hair-chihuahua-black-tan-9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SoIqpcz2tXI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/qeDlUtYA95w/s1600-h/long-hair-chihuahua-black-tan-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368900597375743346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SoIqpcz2tXI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/qeDlUtYA95w/s400/long-hair-chihuahua-black-tan-14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SoIqoxsWt4I/AAAAAAAAAkI/DOUsfsUBzzA/s1600-h/long-hair-chihuahua-black-tan-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368900585801561986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SoIqoxsWt4I/AAAAAAAAAkI/DOUsfsUBzzA/s400/long-hair-chihuahua-black-tan-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SoIqohPGWcI/AAAAAAAAAkA/guZ6nAqRN5Y/s1600-h/long-hair-chihuahua-black-tan-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368900581383887298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SoIqohPGWcI/AAAAAAAAAkA/guZ6nAqRN5Y/s400/long-hair-chihuahua-black-tan-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368900575713263298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SoIqoMHHfsI/AAAAAAAAAj4/N8ZTu1eLYI8/s400/long-hair-chihuahua-black-tan-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SoIqniHJgUI/AAAAAAAAAjw/54PmFg9XmjM/s1600-h/long-hair-chihuahua-black-tan-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368900564439105858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SoIqniHJgUI/AAAAAAAAAjw/54PmFg9XmjM/s400/long-hair-chihuahua-black-tan-10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Our Real life LOVE - MONSTER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901117948342834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SoIrHwGCMjI/AAAAAAAAAkg/JRRmNnmX8-c/s400/n635072653_1863357_4042603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368901128214541010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SoIrIWVr8tI/AAAAAAAAAko/UN1o1tfsxjM/s400/n635072653_1863346_7589758.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(pics extract frm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.furrycars.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;http://www.furrycars.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-4757149924425776068?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4757149924425776068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/daddy-and-mummys-dream-wawa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/4757149924425776068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/4757149924425776068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/daddy-and-mummys-dream-wawa.html' title='Daddy and Mummy&apos;s dream wawa'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SoIqwY4r9II/AAAAAAAAAkY/gISExpW1oJU/s72-c/long-hair-chihuahua-black-tan-9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-9161825218764839258</id><published>2009-08-11T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T06:00:02.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good people will have good return &amp; the bad people will have their fall as well</title><content type='html'>Mummy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we brought Jappy boy back to his old place – My cousin house. &lt;br /&gt;Jappy stay there for almost 6mths and all these while the maid love him a lot. &lt;br /&gt;The maid who is the main care taker will be leaving spore back to her home town on Monday. Thus tinking it would most prob be the last time they met, I brought jappy back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remember when Jappy first came to me, the maid cried and kept asking when is Jappy boy going back to the family.&lt;br /&gt;But stil the maid doesn’t have the means and ability to protect and hold him. What can a maid do rite?  My uncle simply want Jappy to be out as he mark and bark too much. &lt;br /&gt;Guess, its just fated that Jappy boy is mine. Cos serious speaking, although he does make mistake and pee on our bed, but til date – he nv nv mark our house. &lt;br /&gt;Unlike when he is at my uncle place. (heheh when he was for visiting, he mark like crazy again leh, and he actuali mark til – he hike his leg but no single drop of pee cum out cos he simply hike too MANY times liao) &lt;br /&gt;Well, just so funi, at my place, he nv hike his leg at all. When ever he pee, be it in our toilet or accident mistake places, he pee wif his four legs on the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found out some real horrible truth abt Jappy’s past. My uncle finali tel me the whole story of how Jappy cum about. All these while – I only heard story from my cousin and not frm my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frm my understanding, Jappy boy belong to a Pilipino maid. I was then puzzling how could a maid own a dog but I quickly brush it off wif the ans of “there are many weird happening on earth mah so why not”. &lt;br /&gt;Wel the real truth is Yes – Jappy boy belong to a pilipino maid in disguise. Lets gave the owner  a nickname – PM for Pilipino maid k.&lt;br /&gt;PM is actuali my uncle friend called Peter ‘s mistress. They noe each other way back and somehow Peter manage to get PM over as maid. &lt;br /&gt;And he rent a pent house for her in east coast area convince for them to do their hangi panki. And of course jappy was a gift frm peter to PM cos PM love dog a lot. &lt;br /&gt;Jappy was brought at a high price at 1.2k. Dun understand why would someone spent so much on a dog and yet later gave it away. In jappy case – I tink he is being used as a puppet to make PM happy.&lt;br /&gt;After a yr, after the sweet little pup turn into adult....somehow PM had to go back to her own country thus she entrusted Jappy to her friend. And just after 3days, jappy was return.&lt;br /&gt; And having her date to return her home town draw nearer, Jappy was passed on to Peter. Peter own a shop and jappy was leash tie to the entrance of the shop everyday. &lt;br /&gt;Since my uncle is peter close friend and noeing my cousin love dog a lot, peter push my uncle to take in Jappy. And that how Jappy ended up wif my cousin. &lt;br /&gt;And frm my cousin place, due to the marking issue and barking issue, uncle want him to be out and he was looking for anywan to take over him. Thats somehow the way I got this boy into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wel, I really tink that this PM is very irresponsible. Having noe the fact that she is here only temp why stil take on a dog. I m not trying to say I m a very good owner but the very least bit I noe I would not just gave up my babies like that. Frankly for those people who are tinking of having a dog and yet you cant commit yourself for at least 20yrs for the dog then I consider u as not fit to own one. True enough we may have our future plans, work commitment and etc but the dog only have U. If one cannot tie in the dog wif one's commitments then dun have a dog. &lt;br /&gt;For those who already have a dog and for some reasons u say u cant continue keep it by ur side, then pls be good hearted enough to at the very least make sure the dog goes to a good home and not dump it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good people will have good returns and the bad people will also have their fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-9161825218764839258?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9161825218764839258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-people-will-have-good-return-bad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/9161825218764839258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/9161825218764839258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-people-will-have-good-return-bad.html' title='Good people will have good return &amp; the bad people will have their fall as well'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-5513789745040512852</id><published>2009-08-10T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T06:12:38.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ticks</title><content type='html'>Mummy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat - a busy day for us. Early morning, we got a urgent call from my MIL asking for help. She said her nini - silky T skin rotten and ask if hubby could help to drive them to the vet. Of course we agree. Skin rot? i was preparing for the worst. As in - this family dog nini is already very old. 15yrs old wif heart problem, organs are already slowly failing. I was so dam worried and could wait to fly there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reach, was happily to see nini smiling away although he was panting real hard. Frankly, i was imagining that nini couldnt even walk, in pain and had to be carry on arms. I was all wrong. hehehe good to be wrong rite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i realised, there wasnt any skin rot lah, just some bites frm ticks. And omg, nini got countless of baby ticks all over his body. I m serious...its looks like small tiny seeds all over. And when u look clearly, its crawling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the clinic, heehe we got a good scolding. The vet scolding SIL for bringing the dog to the grass and caught all these ticks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dam angry wif all these pest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after sending them home, we did a good "tick and flea bombing" to our company van. Thank god we didnt drive our own car there. hehe, anyway the two babies are band frm taking the van for at least two week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will pray for all of our furkids to be pest free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-5513789745040512852?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5513789745040512852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/ticks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/5513789745040512852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/5513789745040512852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/ticks.html' title='Ticks'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-3592111756976350412</id><published>2009-08-05T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T01:13:16.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Collars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mummy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Order two handmade collars for the two babies. These new collars are meant to wear only when they goes for their swim. Ok, i guess u must be wondering why swimming need to wear collar as they are suppose to be in the water swimming on their own rite plus its an enclose area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here is the ans: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Collar for Monster is to make sure she dun get out of the pool and easier for us to catch her when she is on leash. This monster hate swimming and whenever we dump her into the pool she is so smart to swim to the nearnest steps and get out of the pool asap. So New Collar to leash her and make sure she does her laps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Collar for Jappy is reali for safety reason. This boy cant swim at all. All the times he doesnt move except trap water at a corner. Sometime the wave will push him inward to the deep pool level and he seem as thoug he will drown anytime. Lousy swimmer. hahah we are stil working hard on him. So the new collar is suppose to leash him and for us to pull him to safety if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I actuali order the collars from &lt;strong&gt;Animal Lover League&lt;/strong&gt;. Part of the proceed will goes to the poor doggies in ALL. Why not rite? And more over the designs are all nice and trendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Cookie's new collar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366738126348342386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Snp75EeJ1HI/AAAAAAAAAiw/hmmUVRglXiw/s400/CandyCane.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Jappy's new collar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366760685224109922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SnqQaK1Qp2I/AAAAAAAAAjo/uP7OP-5Bx_s/s400/Lollipop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Other designs that i like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366737051523001890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Snp66gb0riI/AAAAAAAAAig/7yg7MUcn92c/s400/Brownie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366737057911463394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Snp664O83eI/AAAAAAAAAio/v6Y6aj8osQI/s400/limesherbet.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366740448961478402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Snp-AQ4RvwI/AAAAAAAAAi4/SbcNfca7A30/s400/Summer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Remember in my earlier post that feature the two babies's T-shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Also frm ALL. Here are some of the designs: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366753039457364082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SnqJdIIaqHI/AAAAAAAAAjY/MA7B7UJ4O6A/s400/T8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366753013538592658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SnqJbnk5l5I/AAAAAAAAAjA/tLkqDjTf7uI/s400/T3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366753022466080258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SnqJcI1YPgI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/wievO8JZuW4/s400/T7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366753017885765202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SnqJb3xWLlI/AAAAAAAAAjI/P5X_aZlylMY/s400/Tshirt-Whatareyoulookingfor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The Price List for the T-shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366759534749423298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SnqPXM-uFsI/AAAAAAAAAjg/zU_Nqw-W7ko/s400/P-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below msg extract frm ALL online shop - (Do gave ur support) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://animalloversleague-onlineshop.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://animalloversleague-onlineshop.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal Lovers League is very pleased to showcase beautiful pet products for your precious furry friends. Cute tee-shirts, uniquely hand crafted collars, comfortable and creative looking beds in the shape of a cow and doggy carrier bags are on sale at affordable prices.&lt;br /&gt;These items are not only nice to look at but they are of good quality, easy to maintain and washable.&lt;br /&gt;We also have specially designed merchandise called the "A.L.L. Specials", like our newly created and beatiful Car Decals, practical Notebooks and Animal Greeting Cards featuring our very own Kennel dogs and cats.&lt;br /&gt;On sale too are other products like the unique and innovative dust bins with auto sensors, and many more more coming your way. Keep a look out for updates.&lt;br /&gt;Through the kind support from our wonderful Sponsors, revenue generated from these sales will be donated to Animal Lovers League for the cats and dogs at Pets Villa.&lt;br /&gt;By purchasing one of our beautiful products you not only get a good quality item but you are also supporting us in our cause.&lt;br /&gt;To verify the authenticity of our Online Shop Blog, we invite you to visit &lt;a href="http://www.animalloversleague.com/"&gt;http://www.animalloversleague.com/&lt;/a&gt; and view their merchandise page or send them an email at &lt;a href="mhtml:%7BAA3ABDD3-9753-4B48-8E29-E1C5BE15315A%7Dmid://00000112/!x-usc:mailto:general@animalloversleague.com"&gt;mhtml:%7BAA3ABDD3-9753-4B48-8E29-E1C5BE15315A%7Dmid://00000112/!x-usc:mailto:general@animalloversleague.com&lt;/a&gt; to confirm our legitimacy.&lt;br /&gt;This is dedicated to A.L.L.'s Kennel Dogs and Cats&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your kind support&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-3592111756976350412?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3592111756976350412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-collars.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/3592111756976350412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/3592111756976350412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-collars.html' title='New Collars'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/Snp75EeJ1HI/AAAAAAAAAiw/hmmUVRglXiw/s72-c/CandyCane.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-4098040607912727024</id><published>2009-08-03T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T19:17:09.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Faithful loyal boy and gal</title><content type='html'>Jappy boy had been wif me for abt 2 mths plus already. He is a wonderful dog to me. Although yes – he did make mistake in his pee and poo. But I realized ever since I had him, I became more tolerant towards things. My expectation became lower – iszit better? Hahaha As in I learn not to expect too much from him but to give as much as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I m totali in love wif this boy. &lt;br /&gt;Not that I dun love him at the start, but its that I knew my life would be so different if he is not by my side anymore. &lt;br /&gt;After grandma death, I got a taste of what it mean by “there is no such thing as I cant live without another person”. I knew I wont just die even wif grandma not being ard anymore. Life stil goes on. However, its different in the sense I m feeling empty. &lt;br /&gt;I use to tink that only if cookie is not ard then I will have this emptiness again. But I realize it apply to jappy boy too…cos he is so close to my heart now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my shadow ALWAYs. &lt;br /&gt;Cookie is also my shadow but just that when I m ard – she feel safe and noeing that I wont leave her behind thus she gave her attention to seeking of some monkey business. Jappy is a very sensitive boy. &lt;br /&gt;When he is playing wif his soft toy, he will always take note of what I m doing. When I stood up and abt to move off frm my current position, he will immediately drop whatever he is doing and follow me. &lt;br /&gt;Every nite, I try my best not to wake up and goes to the toilet too many times, as every time I goes, I find this loyal pig, half asleep – sometime even snoring away, he would jerk himself up and drag himself to the outside of the toilet waiting for me to finish.   &lt;br /&gt;As for Jappy – he cant afford to lost cos he lost his love too many times before. **Adoption him into my life is the greatest thing how would I leave him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my closest friend and advisor Ms A told me this and I was very touch by what she said abt Jappy, abt adopted dog, abt love for our dog.&lt;br /&gt;a adopted dog tend to show that he treasure his love more as he noe what is zit like when he lost his love. What is zit like when he had nothing at all. &lt;br /&gt;By giving you(me) his(Jappy) loyalty and devotion, that means he is giving you his ALL.&lt;br /&gt;Not just a bit, but everything. With dogs it is never half half but completely.&lt;br /&gt;He looks on you as his saviour, his mom, dad, rescuer, feeder, everything.&lt;br /&gt;He wakes up and sees only you. he sleeps knowing that tomorrow he will see you.&lt;br /&gt;He can only give you what he knows best which is his love and devotion. If he could talk he would say that but he can't so he shows you by following you around&lt;br /&gt;For humans, that may be little but from the dog's point of view, itis everything and humans always underestimate that.&lt;br /&gt;That is the trouble with us, human. To us love is not enough. we have to show it by saying it or buying things&lt;br /&gt;But a dog, can't do anything like that. So people think keeping a dog is useless but they don't understand devotion canot be bought.&lt;br /&gt;It can only come from pure love, understanding caring and trust.&lt;br /&gt;so no matter how tired or sleepy he is, he by following you around is showing his thanks. To tell yu that he appreciates it even tho he can't talk what he does is more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I had nv deam that I would have Jappy in my life. Indeed adopting a dog is such a wonderful thing that happen in my life. Althoug I adopt him out of pity, out by chance but stil I m very gald I have him. - MY LOYAL LITTLE PIG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Cookie's Fans,&lt;br /&gt;Cookie is never any less loved even after I had Jappy. &lt;br /&gt;In fact, all along I knew this gal wel. She had a loyal faithful side as well. &lt;br /&gt;She nv show it in front of us but we know.&lt;br /&gt; Stil remember, one evening, we sent her to my cousin place while me and hubby went for our dinner at parkway. We tot its best to leave her there to play wif her childhood playmate: Oreo, a CHH too. So we left her there for a good 3hrs. &lt;br /&gt;After I left, my cousin called me and said “ cookie dash to the door and keep scratching the door”. I get my cousin to trick her wif treat and to calm her down. I happily went ahead for my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went to fetch her. I tot all these 3 hrs she should be having fun wif oreo as oreo is her fav playmate. When I was ard, they can play for hours witout resting.&lt;br /&gt;I was all wrong. Cousin told me the whole 3 hrs, she stood by at the door, never ever move an iche. Even wif oreo temping her into play, she ignore and stood there for the whole 3long hours.&lt;br /&gt;Thats monster, my quiet faithful monster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-4098040607912727024?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4098040607912727024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-faithful-loyal-boy-and-gal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/4098040607912727024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/4098040607912727024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-faithful-loyal-boy-and-gal.html' title='My Faithful loyal boy and gal'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-7040942615670864896</id><published>2009-08-02T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T05:22:00.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E meat ball recipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SnWE5sABPeI/AAAAAAAAAiA/J_MNUGQ5mBE/s1600-h/image-upload-87-718134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SnWE5sABPeI/AAAAAAAAAiA/J_MNUGQ5mBE/s320/image-upload-87-718134.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cookie&lt;br /&gt;Since sumone is askin my mummy hw to do this meal 4 us,tel me share wif u guys! I was rite there eyein at her al e time,throug out e whole proces.&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: cut sum long bean into smal tiny size.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: boil potato&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: after e potato r cook-cut it into smal tiny size too.&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: mix e veg n potato into e mince meat.(e pic show only pork meat 200g but we had another 250g of mutton meat too-no pic)&lt;br /&gt;Step 5: optional-add rosemary herb n pasley leave&lt;br /&gt;Step 6: turn e meat into ball shape&lt;br /&gt;Step 7: coat e oven plate wif olive oil&lt;br /&gt;Step 8: bake e meat ball-remember to turn n flip e meat ball on n off e bakin session&lt;br /&gt;End of e day-u have ur meat balls.&lt;br /&gt;If any of u r tryin to make dis,remember to kep sum 4 me yah.-but dun tel my mummy lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-7040942615670864896?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7040942615670864896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-meat-ball-recipe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7040942615670864896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/7040942615670864896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-meat-ball-recipe.html' title='E meat ball recipe'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SnWE5sABPeI/AAAAAAAAAiA/J_MNUGQ5mBE/s72-c/image-upload-87-718134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-6274136603185432919</id><published>2009-07-31T20:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:08:49.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden bake meat ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SnOxwDVrAMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/7QQMAYBpvek/s1600-h/image-upload-56-728100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SnOxwDVrAMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/7QQMAYBpvek/s320/image-upload-56-728100.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mummy:&lt;br /&gt;Dis mornin,i wake up so dam early to prepare this 4 e babies. We are goin to club4paw 4 their swimmin session. So hahaha,e babies gonna work hard for their meat balls. &lt;br /&gt;Ohya,wil b sendin jabby boy there 4 grooming. I gave up growin his fur.i gave up tryin to save money on his groomin. He got e most cottoney fur i ever feel b4, n nt only dat,his thick coat made his ichy due to e humid weather. N i actuali found him scratchin himself more. His cottoney fur gt matted at e end of e day n i had to slowely comb it throu to avoid it gettin worse. Did i mention b4 when jabby bog first cum to my cousin place,we simply cant comb him at al. As e matt were sign of neglect,its juz too painful 4 him whenever we try to comb n detangle it. Endin-we send him 4 a real botak cut,but stil my cousin didnt reali take care of him n he came to me as dirty too. I m nt goin to let e same ting happen again. So friends,stay tune 4 jabby new haircut pic-hehe plannin 4 a teddy bear cut 4 him.hoho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-6274136603185432919?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6274136603185432919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/golden-bake-meat-ball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/6274136603185432919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/6274136603185432919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/golden-bake-meat-ball.html' title='Golden bake meat ball'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SnOxwDVrAMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/7QQMAYBpvek/s72-c/image-upload-56-728100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-6667712714767946813</id><published>2009-07-31T05:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T05:50:56.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hihi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s497.photobucket.com/albums/rr338/serenehuang16/?action=view&amp;current=CIMG0484.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i497.photobucket.com/albums/rr338/serenehuang16/th_CIMG0484.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-6667712714767946813?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6667712714767946813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/photobucket_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/6667712714767946813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/6667712714767946813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/photobucket_31.html' title='hihi'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-2289803476232338285</id><published>2009-07-30T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:57:18.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 1.5km jog and walk</title><content type='html'>Mummy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside providing the two babies wif healthy meals and treats, I knew that regular exercise is just as impt too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these while, we been bringing them to club4paw for their once a week swimming session(if possible) but stil I find it not enough at all especially for monster cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are closer to monster should know that this gal is a JRT in disguise under a bigger size Chihuahua body. She gots tons of energy that need to be burn off. Thus every nite Daddy dun mind her humping her Miss piggy. Daddy said it’s the only way for her to do some works. But however hard or long she does humping – she gets back her energy just after a slip of water. And friends, she is putting on tons of fats from our house treat lady(my dearest mum) so this made me determine to start our jog and walk session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nite, daddy drive us to sengkang park(if I didn’t get the park name wrong). Its just somewhere near our house. I wasn’t even on track shoes hehee cos my only pair of track shoes gave way some mths ago liao. Its times new track shoes to cum in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching, Jappy boy run. He is so excited that he is the wan who start the ball rolling first. He ran at high speed. He look as though he is a furry ball flying in the air.&lt;br /&gt;After much coxing and encouraging, cookie starting her pace too. Indeed, our family had fun. As we jog, we encourage each other to keep going. And I tink the two babies are enjoying as well as we praised them like nv before. We are like mad parents!! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way though, jappy boy slow down wif his big fat tongue sticking out already. As he had a shorter muzzle, he was panting like hell. And daddy had to walk slowly wif him as he gashing to catch his breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and cookie continue our jog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, our Jappy boy simply lay flat in the lift – didn’t even wan to move. Even when the lift door open, even when I threathen to let him stay there alone – he just not moving. And I had to carry this fat boy home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie dash to the water bowl. Hahaha and I tot hurray after their dinner mayb they be tired and would wan to just rest for the nite. But I was all wrong. I was rite only on Jappy boy. Yes indeed after dinner – he went straight into our room, lay on his mattress and I tel u this lazy boy was there the whole nite – resting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While her mei mei The MONSTER – she is as usual. Like nothing happen before, she jump up and down the sofa, the bed. She went to the dustbin a hundred times. She bite and flang her toys all over. She dig our bed as if she is finding gold. She even had the energy to hump her miss piggy TWICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the 1.5km is just not enough for MONSTER at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-2289803476232338285?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2289803476232338285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-15km-jog-and-walk.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/2289803476232338285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/2289803476232338285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/our-15km-jog-and-walk.html' title='Our 1.5km jog and walk'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668220636336809984.post-1747187630971007957</id><published>2009-07-30T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T05:54:03.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The life of A stray</title><content type='html'>A life of a stray.&lt;br /&gt;Born not into bloodlines of pedigrees only a stray I am Dirty, ticks infested, mad, dangerous, unworthy even comes into mindwhen one sees a stray/strays roaming around.&lt;br /&gt;How many times do we try to understand or even take a second glance at them?&lt;br /&gt;Tortured and Abused, heavy vehicles colliding into them (not tomention hit and run), starvation, eaten by foreign workers these strays are susceptible to the above and far more.&lt;br /&gt;Rummaging thru rubbish bins for leftovers, the prize for the day?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a chicken bone or some decaying meat.&lt;br /&gt;Quenching their thirsts, they turn to muddy flower pots/ drains or even rotten fluid flowing out from the rubbish container.&lt;br /&gt;A bittersweet sight to behold: the pitter patter of rain brings joy tothem as they lick off dew droplets from the leaves.&lt;br /&gt;Have you tried to look deep within those tough, fearless, attitudesthese strays always portray?&lt;br /&gt;Look harder and you will find one of the most sincere and unconditional love these strays will give; if given a chance.&lt;br /&gt;The harsh reality fact is; sadly most of them don’t get to express it out.&lt;br /&gt;With a simple plea to just perhaps live life a day more, would take twice/ three times more the effort compared to a lived in house dog.&lt;br /&gt;A permanent solitude to call home seems like a fable told; only to beunfolded in dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Would you care to make this dream a reality?&lt;br /&gt;Would you care to let me walk by your side?&lt;br /&gt;Would you care to make me yours?&lt;br /&gt;I am a stray, love me for who I am and I will love you for who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4668220636336809984-1747187630971007957?l=cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1747187630971007957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-of-stray_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/1747187630971007957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4668220636336809984/posts/default/1747187630971007957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cookiethemonsterstory.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-of-stray_30.html' title='The life of A stray'/><author><name>CookiE the MonSter &amp;amp; JapPy the PaStoR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04917618066343298942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4rh0jZjaUw0/SdavVEs8W5I/AAAAAAAAABo/SzjbnCdkZHY/S220/Cookie+pics+2+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
