Tooth plucking

Mummies helped me to pluck my back upper row of tooth today. They were revising with me the tricks that I learned. (So boring, tell you all I already know le. Must do how many timeessss?) And so while eating one of the treat that mummy H gave me, I began to feel something wrong inside my mouth. My tooth is hurting me! I tried all my might to chew it out. I chewed and chewed and chewed and chewed. Until I'm shivering from the strength that I'm forcing out. In the end, mummy H open my mouth while mummy Z pulled out my tooth. There's a little blood but after my baby tooth is out, I'm so happy that I can run to the kitchen and back. But after awhile, I felt sleepy from all the strength I used and went to nap for awhile with mummy Z.

That's how big my teeth are compared to the paper clip. The top one is my front tooth that mummy H found it on the floor. The bottom one is the one mummies pluck it out for me.

So at around 7 plus, mummies brought me down for a walk. It has been 4 days since I went downstairs. I think they realised the hint that I kept giving them. Including using my creativity with tissue papers. Hehehe. So I was so excited that I barked all the way at the 9th floor corridor to the lift. For those who don't know, I only bark when I'm super excited or super desperate.

Mummies brought me to see the handsome Mongrel that lives downstairs as a guard dog. I still don't know his name yet. But he doesn't bark at me and mummies when we walk past except for the first 2 times. After which, he never bark at us anymore. He walks towards us and wag his tail. Hehehe. Must be my poodle beauty that attracted him. *shy*

Throughout the journey, I saw a Jack Russell that knows how to say "Hello" by shaking his two front paws even in a excited situation. Saw a Corgi and a Samoyed. A Chihuahua-Pomeranian mix, Kenny. A Maltese and 2 Chihuahuas. The younger Chihuahua, Skipper, keep growling at me in his funny voice. It sounds like the gargling of mouth. Hehehe. But he bit mummy H's hand when she pat him. How dare he do that!! So angry. But mummy H says that she is not angry with Skipper. She says Skipper is lacked of socialisation. You know what? He's 11 months and this is the fifth time the owner brought him out for a walk! Skipper has an older Chihuahua sister (not blood related) who is 14 years old and when mummy H felt her paws, it was so soft. But maybe that's what the owner prefer ba. Hehe.

Ok after the walk, I'm very tired. I shall go to sleep now. Good night everywoof. (: