Pepper was playing around on the sofa with Bailey (the other dog that I haven’t blogged about) when he suddenly leaped onto my Macbook and ripped 2 keys while jumping off.

So I thought it was about time that Pepper should be locked up in the kitchen with his namesake, next to the salt shaker.

But of course his “mom” softened with his constant whining and let him out shortly after. -_-

Well, what’s the point of naming your dog a condiment if he can’t spice things up as his name promises, right?

So I present to you, Pepper and his masterpieces:

“You went out without leaving me a snack”

“I don’t like it when you watch DVDs and ignore me”

“Did you think I was joking the last time?”

“I’m from China. I cannot live without firecrackers.”

(Pepper tore a cork placemat into smithereens, making the remnants look like that of used firecrackers that residents in China incorporate into their national pastime.)

Left: My 2nd pair of spectacles chewed by Pepper. The 1st one (no pic) barely resembles anything like a pair of reading aid. Post-Pepper’s chewing, it looked more like a twisted piece of plastic and wire from an industrial dumpsite.

Right: My DBS IB token that is no longer functional after being punctured by his teeth. Woohoo.

It’s time to get him toy spectacles so he can vent his terminator prowess (or sexual frustration) on something unimportant. After seeing the state of my spectacles, I tried to show him I was pissed off for having to wear my contact lenses at home as well, so I shot him a dirty look…

…but…

he looks back at me with his doe eyes so… I just couldn’t help it…

…I held him in my arms.

Come on, you wouldn’t have been able to help it too!

Left: Pepper in his Stitch outfit

Right: BeePee snuggling against my legs.

Awwwwww.