tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-160013882011-04-22T10:54:24.598+08:00Life of a Doberman Pinscher in SingaporeBoris the Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06957627396666141266noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16001388.post-1125426706153382522005-08-24T22:19:00.000+08:002005-09-03T00:34:41.413+08:00Its tough being a Doberman in Singapore.<br /><br />We're so misunderstood.<br /><ul><li>No, we don't generally eat people (though sometimes we'd like to)</li><li>No, we don't only come in black (though my girlfriend Storm would wish it be)</li><li>No, we are not chocolate-coloured labradors on a diet</li><li>No, we are not related to those pesky little things called Mini Pinschers.</li></ul><p>So what is the need to blog? Well, I guess if the bulk of your vocabulary consists of </p><ul><li>Woof.</li><li>Woof !!</li><li>Woof?</li><li>Woof.... woof</li></ul><p>.... after a while you would conclude that it is probably easier to carry a conversation with <em>Man</em> through a blog. </p><p>Anyway, a bit about me. </p><p>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. </p><p>Mom was an SPG, would you say. So you see, I'm Eurasian. </p><p>My pals call me Boris, though mom calls me Uno. </p><p>My master just calls me "Boy" - Gee, they give me a fantastic name and I get called "Boy". What's wrong with these people.</p><p>I live in a household with 2 girls. </p><p>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!</p><p>I think that's enough about me for today.</p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16001388-112542670615338252?l=adobie.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Boris the Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06957627396666141266noreply@blogger.com2