Woof! Mimi here, reporting from our new home
We finally realised what those ugly green crates are for. The awful memory is slowly fading, but one can never quite forget how one evening, just as we were settling into the now blissfully empty apartment, Uncle Peter with his tall body and limp (apparently a huge dog accidentally sat on his leg and broke his bone, oh dear) manouvred Rufus and I into the crates and drove us away in a white van. Daddy also came along, but soon we were separated from him and we found ourselves in a very dark place with lots of luggage. Then there was the loud noise and omg, i think we actually were flying. The luggage compartment was warm, Daddy said later he reminded the attendant to check that the pilot especially turned on the heater for us.
The flight took a seemingly long time, I was very scared and dared not make a sound. Then someone brought us out and we saw Daddy, boy were we pleased. Daddy looked very relieved to see us, we heard him say to the officer that earlier on, someone told him they could not find any dogs in the plane! Although I was pleased to see him I was still very frightened, and stayed well back in the crate. Rufus the silly boy was quite excited, I could hear him eagerly poking his nose out to lick Daddy's hand, Also, I couldn't help myself and pee-peed on my towel. Which was the first thing Mummy smelt when she suddenly appeared in the van with baby V and GG che-che.
The van took us to a white apartment. It smelled of new paint, and the first thing we had to do was pee-pee in our new toilet. Then GG gave us treat-treats. We sniffed around the place while GG and mummy cleaned the place up. In the evening we stayed at a hotel with very small rooms. We followed the humans to the restaurants but I was very nervous and barked to warn off strangers; Daddy was not pleased.
This new place is very cold. GG put on new clothes for us, Mummy even bought me a tres chic puffa jacket from BHV (she goes there a lot), it keeps me really toasty. Eventually more tall men in strange voices brought back all the furniture that we used to have in Singapore. Rufus and I happily reclaimed our sofas, sure beat the cold marble and parquette floors.
The humans were very busy, all the time. The apartment was a mess, they had to hoover and unpack. Baby V was also very naughty, Mummy caught her trying to plug in a hairdryer and she (Mummy, not V) freaked out. Unlike the rest of us, baby V is not afraid of the cold, she hardly winces when her bare feet touches the stone floor, and she actually laughs when she finishes her bath. Everynight she screams for her socks and blankets to be taken off, GG doesn't allow that, and V screams some more... it's a good thing we sleep with mummy in another room. But Mummy's room is very cold, Rufus and I need extra blankets and we still have to curl up into a tight ball for warmth. Poor Rufus, I think he doesn't like cold very much. Back home in Singapore he used to find the sunniest spot to doze in, here he is hopping from towel to carpet to sofa, his precious feet hates to touch cold floors. Don't tell him, but I don't like the cold too, fortunately Mummy is always happy to let me sleep on her lap when she is at her desk.
There were boxes everywhere but after about a week, two tall men came to remove the empty cartons. As you can see, the humans also packed lots of provision for baby V but they didn't forget us either. I know that there is plenty of treats in the lowest shelf in the pantry because I can smell them.
One other good thing that came with the boxes is the white paper that they used to wrap stuff in. We now use it for our toileting instead of newspaper, because daddy says newspapers are expensive here and the humans will have to read their news on the computer. But we don't mind, the white paper doesn't make our paws black and it is not so absorbent, which means our pee-pee doesn't run to many layers or everywhere. Of course this doesn't matter much to silly Rufus, he's been very naughty and started his nonsense of peeing and pooing all over the apartment. I think it is just his ploy to get treat-treats.
C yee-yee came to stay last week. She and Mummy went for lunch at a very nice fish restaurant in Alma Marceau and they took Rufus along, he told me afterwards that he could sit next to Mummy on the banquette seats and people said he is a petite mignon and generally cooed over him endlessly. Pfaah! But I didn't do too badly either. Last Saturday, I went with the humans to the outdoor market at Ave President Wilson. Standing inside my pink dog stroller I must have looked quite handsome, the fishmonger had to say loudly to Mummy, "attendre" (wait), so she could wave her husband over to have a good look at little ole me *blush*'. Mummy was proud of me because I did not bark at anyone, well there was that one small little growl once, but she considered that an improvement wor. She said she will take me out more often so that I can be more 'socialised', whatever......
I miss C yee-yee quite a bit. She bought some cheese and when she was packing up to return to London, she left the cheese on top of her bag. When she went to the kitchen, I managed to unwrap the package and ate a small bit of cheese. Yee-Yee was not pleased, oh no, she was quite upset.
Yee-Yee (to Mummy): Look what Mimi did to my cheese. So naughty. How ah? Would there be any problems?
Mummy: Should be OK lah, the cheese is salty which is not good for her kidneys but since this is an
isolated thing, she'll be fine.
Yee-Yee: Aiyah, I don't mean Mimi, I was referring to my cheese lah!!!
Mummy: *speechless*
