Category Archive: Tikki

Happy New Year!

Aerosmith…

…was in Singapore. Correction. …IS in Singapore. Did you miss a thing?

DIY Family Books

I had great fun doing our own family versions of fairy tales for Little B. The last one was The Little Red Riding Hood, starring Little B as Little Red Riding Hood and… Continue reading

Tikki Having a Bad-tummy Day

He probably ate something rotten… That’s why they call this the ‘bomb-shelter’…

Tikki is sulking…

He’s upset that he hasn’t had much air time on my blog of late. He feels left out and forgotten. Poor fellow. Here’s a little something to cheer him up. ??? Technorati Tags:… Continue reading

Tikki and the Tick

Tikki made friends with a Tick and brought him home last night, much to our horror. It was the size of a fat raisin, only it was ugly; grey and plump with tiny,… Continue reading

Belly Button Biscuits

One of my favourite childhood treats!! Every time I come across these biscuits, I’m filled with happy memories like running across green grassy fields, tapping on Mimosa leaves and catching butterflies under blues… Continue reading

How Tikki Got His Name

In case you’re wondering why anyone would call their dog something that sounds parasite-infested, let me clarify, that’s not his full name. His full name is Tikki-tikki-tembo-no sa rembo-chari bari ruchi-pip peri pembo.… Continue reading

Tikki Hates Rainy Days

It’s another rainy day. I love rainy days and grey clouds! Tikki hates them. He is scared of thunder, that wussy. Every time it rains, he becomes a nervous wreck and starts combing… Continue reading

Sleeping Beauty…

…with slimy chick pacifier …with feet in the air… …with scarf …with hot belly on a cool water mat …having cold feet …headless during a thunderstorm …headless with favorite soft toy during thunderstorm… Continue reading

Baby Eeyore Climbs a Snowy Peak

Tikki is clueless as usual… Technorati Tags: cool dog, tikki.

Bottom Dog.

And not the least bit bothered… Technorati Tags: bottom dog.

Delayed gratification…

…is a hallmark of maturity. Am I a good boy?

Me and my favorite pillow…