Its a Dog's Life

Its tough being a Doberman in Singapore.

We're so misunderstood.

• No, we don't generally eat people (though sometimes we'd like to)
• No, we don't only come in black (though my girlfriend Storm would wish it be)
• No, we are not chocolate-coloured labradors on a diet
• No, we are not related to those pesky little things called Mini Pinschers.

So what is the need to blog? Well, I guess if the bulk of your vocabulary consists of

• Woof.
• Woof !!
• Woof?
• Woof.... woof

.... after a while you would conclude that it is probably easier to carry a conversation with Man through a blog.

Anyway, a bit about me.

I was born in the highlands of Indonesia to a Yugoslavian father (Bilbao Dente Gigante) and an Indonesian mother (Harmonic Anja) in a litter of I think 6 pups.

Mom was an SPG, would you say. So you see, I'm Eurasian.

My pals call me Boris, though mom calls me Uno.

My master just calls me "Boy" - Gee, they give me a fantastic name and I get called "Boy". What's wrong with these people.

I live in a household with 2 girls.

My girlfriend Storm, who is a locally-bred black doberman (if you work in an office, she'd be known as well... the Office Bitch), and Tara, a UK-born West Highland Terrier who thinks she is bigger than me. Ha!

I think that's enough about me for today.