Greeting the New Year with a Bark. Or not.

Happy first day of Chinese New Year. Or whatever. Right now I'm at grandfolks' place, having spent last night at my uncle's condo, where my brother and I had also stayed at last year. Distant relatives are now in the living room, but heaven knows trying to socialise is too much effort, so I'm here sitting outside on the garden swing, blogging on my mobile in the 38 degree heat. Uh-huh.

Anyway, sorry for all this negativity. This grumpy attitude will pass, I'm sure. Oh, speaking of pass, I arrived at grandfolks' place only to be told that the poor sick puppy that we'd been trying to look after (see previous post) had died this morning. So, you know... way to greet the lunar new year! Poor puppy. Here's a pic in memoriam:

Rest in Peace, Blackie / Bobby / Boy Boy. Yeah, we couldn't decide on a name.