Turning Point 转折点

Made dog treats over the weekend. SIL asked why did I make dog poo. Then I realised the treats do look like dog poo. From someone who ate too much oats but failed to digest them :p I've been buying dog treats to reward Jack and Gypsy after their walks but I find them expensive. So I've decided to make them myself. Found the following recipe online. It's really easy to bake them: Ingredients   1 cup wholemeal flour or low protein flour 2 eggs 1 cup rolled oats Pre-heat the oven to 170 dgree C. Mix all the ingredients together and form a dough. Start shaping the dog treats (you can use a dog bone mold if you have one :)) Place the dog treats on a baking sheet. Send into oven and bake for 25 mins. Lower down the heat to 120 degree C and bake for another 20 mins. Let the cookies cool down and store them in air tight container. They can be kept for 1 - 2 weeks. Gave the treats to both of them and they love it! Jack gave up his escape plan just for the cookie....

 2 weeks ago, I picked up Mr Oreo from the groomer and...he's so silly that he did this... He bit his own tail till it's bleeding! So geram and heartache. He's giving us no choice but to make him wear cone of shame (e-collar). When you thought that's the only silly thing he did...He surprised us again with... Sorry for posting the gross photo. When I pointed at his pee and asked him "Why You Pee In The House?" in a stern voice. He did this... Hiding under the chair and refused to come out I don't know whether to be pissed or to laugh. The daily dose of my happiness :)   The great pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too. ~Samuel Butler, Notebooks, 1912

I almost cried my balls out reading the eulogy written by John Grogan to his dog - Marley. I guess you will never understand the pain of losing a dog if you never owned one. If you do, you will know that they are never pets to us, they are family. Not sure about others but dogs have taught me so much about love, compassion and loyalty. You can read the eulogy below:  In the gray of dawn, I found the shovel in the garage and walked down the hill to where the lawn meets the woods. There, beneath a wild cherry tree, I began to dig. The earth was loose and blessedly unfrozen, and the work went fast. It was odd being out in the backyard without Marley, the Labrador retriever who for 13 years made it his business to be tight by my side for every excursion out the door, whether to pick a tomato, pull a weed, or fetch the mail. And now here I was alone, digging him this hole. "There will never be another dog like Marley," my father said when I told him the news, that I finally ha...