I first laid my big doggy brown eyes on "Stimo" in 2004, when he came in to play a solo acoustic gig one lazy Tuesday evening. The audience... boss and me. It was very quiet back then. No one knew we existed. Stimo kept coming back every Tuesday for over a year! And when he wasn't entertaining the small but appreciative audience, the boss got him behind the bar serving beers...and he did it all for free! I love Stimo..
I also get to stay at Stimo's house with his kids and missus when the boss is on a holiday with one of his lady friends.
These days Stimo plays in a duo called "MEGASTIMULATOR" and they get big gigs all around town... of course, Stimo has a day job too... something about digging up liquid black stuff.. the same black stuff you can find washed up on Sentosa beach. I love to play at Sentosa beach and my boss loves washing the black stuff from my fur and paws. We are all soo happy...
See you soon for tummy rubs and big face licks.
Love Jessica
When i was a little girl, before living in the Attic of The Prince of Wales Pub/Hostel, the boss and I lived at 62A Sing Avenue, Farrer Park. About a 20 minute walk from The POW. The boss and I would walk up and back every day, sometimes thrice! He never put a leash on me, which is great because I get to sniff everything! The bushes, trees, lamp posts and especially any passer by who smells a little K9. Once I've had a good whiff, I then bolt to catch up to the boss.
"Get up!" he says, and i trot up ahead. "Waaait" and i slam on the paw brakes. "Stay with me" and i get in real close. And the bosses favourite, "lie down Jess" when he wants to meet a new lady friend.
One day, my boss calls me downstairs and he has this funny looking contraption in his hands. It could make a ringing sound and had two round things with rubber on them. To my shock he then got on top of it. He then turned to me and said, "c'mon, lets go"... Go where? I thought, there's no room for me on that thing. Then it starts moving and i don't know what to do, accept worry that the boss may damage himself. It starts to build up speed and I find myself starting to enjoy it too. Before you know it we are at the pub in half the time and we've never looked back. Boss, me and "the bike".
See you soon for tummy rubs and big face licks.
Love Jessica
When i was a young pup, the boss decided we move into the attic of the POW hostel. The boss was doing incredible hours of work, opening the pub at 9am and closing at 12 midnight. 7 days a week. Sometimes he would be so tired that one of his lady friends would help him to bed and stay until the boss was asleep. That was nice, i always thought, though a little noisy at times...
Around the time of our move, I'd just worked out, through lots of "encouragement" from the boss, that it was good to poo on grass, but not so good to poo on footpaths. I was getting the hang of it, and it did come naturally... but one night we had this new band playing loud and the doors were kept shut to keep the noise in. I was looking everywhere for a place to go, but all i could see was shiny concrete floors. And then my eyes spotted the comfort of a carpeted stage. In the middle of their performance i gave the best performance of my life, to an amazed, and stunned crowd. Touche!
See you soon for tummy rubs and big face licks.
Love Jessica
The boss and I used to live in the POW hostel attic way back when. He always said it was "convenient". Well, it sure wasn't convenient getting up those attic stairs on four legs and my snout getting occasionally stuck between each stair on the way up. I guess, the bosses lady friends thought the same, because once they were up there, it took forever for them to go back down again.
The bosses bed was in the middle of the room under the ceiling fan, and my little mattress off to the side. I remember occasionally being read a bedtime time story or two. My favourite was always "The adventures of Kev & Trev - The comfortably numb Koalas". (my second being, New Zealand Sheep Stories., which always culminated in a happy ending).
Kev & Trev were cheeky little fellas who worked for the local council, and whenever there was work to be done, they'd munch down a load of THC laden eucalyptus leaves, and head to the beach. They were always getting busted by Constable Cockatoo, as koalas are the only mammal, besides you primates, that have fingerprints. These fellas were generally your quiet types, accept when mating. Trev was known for his very loud call during the mating season that could be heard from almost a kilometre away. Sort of remindered me of my Boss!
See you soon for tummy rubs and big face licks.
Love Jessica
