Just the Three of Us

Allow me to introduce Dodo, younger sister of Lil' Torres. The resemblance (to myself) is uncanny, like Bob Sagat and Papa Jumba. Even I got confused.

Can you identify the three of us?

While we heard she went through a bit of a rough time with her foster home a while ago, we're all glad that she's found a nice home now. Not here though. The "household dog count" limit imposed by Daddy has been met. Dodo was here for the weekend on a social pass and we wasted little time getting acquainted.

Dodo reminds my pawrents a lot of myself. First to yelp at the slightest pitch of an oncoming footstep outside our corridor, and last to give up whining (in the odd event that our pawrents manage to adjust their ears to filter off that humanely intolerable whiny frequency) during seperation anxiety.

Like me, she is uber active during the day, prancing around non-stop with seemingly endless energy. Dodo  also has that innate talent of finding the "X" spot on your lap to cuddle up. Her "manja" skills are pretty impressive too!

Meanwhile, Torres, like most men or boys, has been caught up with the World Cup Fever.

While Paul the Octopus and Mani the Parakeet are having their fair share of the limelight predicting the World Cup results, Lil' Torres wants his 60 secs of fame too. 

But the coming semi final is proving to be a bit of a headache for him.You see, dachshunds are a German breed. Torres, is a Spanish inspired name. Errr...It's Germany vs Spain.

On second thought, he'll be leaving the predictions to the expert faunas and just sign off with a neat pose.

Till the next post (hopefully not too long later), take care everyone!