Verves In Composition

FOR NOT BLOODY DOING HIS JOB!!! IT’S INCREDIBLY ASSHOLIC-ALLY HOT IN MALAYSIA DAMMIT!

It’s been a utterly hot and humid weekend and over this course of time my car air conditioning decides to choke spew and sputter out all it’s gas that keeps it cold.

At first it started with it dancing side by side my accelerator. It moves, then air con moves. So when I was stuck in a pissy jam, bloody hell.

This morning I put on a Coldplay CD, and all of a sudden i hear this “pshhhh…” noise
“Chris Martin,..is that you?” 

psssshhhhhh….

“My CD isn’t scratched now is it?”

psssshhhh….

 

*turns of CD player and presses ear towards air conditioning*

PSSSSSHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

“OH DAMN!”

Thus now, my car feels worse than a bloody construction site. I was at the Turf Club Today and I SWEAR, even the horses’ stables felt so much better than mine (Smell and humidity wise, since I have been perspiring  uncontrollably.

SO SOMEONE PLEASE SHOOT HIM! BEFORE I GO NUTS AND START LOADING AN ELEPHANT GUN AND GO IN A THIN AIR SHOOTING SPREE! GYWARHHHH

Perhaps it could be “FREE DOG FOOD” or “LOVING PATS AVAILABLE HERE!”. What ever it is, there must be something written in dog language that would have dogs gravitate in my direction.

In all my life, even if a dog(s) was/were barking at me, it’ll/they’ll stop when I come over to give them a pat of approval. I would be called for road trips to babysit dogs. And strays would always come looking for me.
Then, last night, there I was, my arteries were at the brink of releasing evaporations of boiled blood..cause of my pretty dimwitted maid who kept unloading and loading the wrong things in my car. Then a little fellow crawled from under the car, whimpering and looking Oh-so lost.

Late for my appointment at my usual Starbucks, I handed him to mom who was already muttering to the air about providing it a plush, comfy lifestyle. After much pampering and shampoo treatment, the lil male now looks somewhat like this

There he is! He was accompanying me doing some spring cleaning and ended up frolicking in my pile of unwanted old bras

Doesn’t he look like ‘THE DOG’? This is such a greeting card/ mass mailing worthy picture.

Up till now, we have no real clue about what breed he is. Dad has got this thing about only keeping pedigree dogs, which is a shame. We figure he’s a rough age of about two weeks old, cause he’s just barely teething. I’ll let the vet give his expertise tomorrow

This makes dog No.5 in the house. Oh yes, we do need a name for him, the thing is that all my dogs (except Pixie, the miniature pinscher who was named  that way for obvious reasons), are named after famous designers, we had HUGO and BOSS, we have Giorgio, Coco and Chanel at the moment. Please something more manly and nothing under a third rate brand. Any suggestions?