we should hang out like this more often. just that we would have to do lunch somewhere cheaper. a lot a lot cheaper.

it was fun trying out all the crazy accessories on our hairs and heads (for country hats)

and something happened to Chelsie the next day. earlier on, I had arranged for the groomers (I still giggle at this word- welcome the groom! i mean, groomer! where's the brider then? teeheeee) anyway I arranged for him to be groomed. (HA) and I was greeted by a skinny small face dog when I reached home in the evening.

if not for his incessant licking, I would not have known it was Chelsie at first glance. of course, at closer and more glances, its obviously him lah. anyway the point is. on Friday after reaching home, Chelsie was on his leash as my dad had just brought him for a walk downstairs. and he couldnt move. nor run towards me. nor jump at my feet and lick me. you get the point.

so I teased him for a little bit and went to do my things. while my mum washed him up.. then as I settled down to watch survivor, I heard this pitterpatter of feet and turned to the left. Chelsie was GALLOPING. HAHAHA

and he took one big leap up the table and another huuuuuge leap towards my lap. and tada! goal reached. licking starts.

and to me, thats his little confession of love. and I felt loved more than ever. =) i think my dad was a little jealous. teehee. *grins*