Thursday, June 4, 2009


Daemon K9 (3 months) and Raya (8 years)

When Deamon K9 came to live with us in 2005, he was the cutest ball of fur. He was so cuddly, no one could resist him. We already had a gentle 8 year old labrador named Spike "Raya" (prosperous in Malay). The two of them were exact opposites. Raya had the patience of a Saint and the perfect temperament befitting a labrador. He would allow MartianGirl to do anything to him without snapping back - pull his ears, sit and sleep on him, snatch his toy and food. He lead a very contented and uneventful life with the family. It was so peaceful at home until ...the fur ball arrived. We named Daemon after "Demon" cos there was not a moment of peace after one month of him joining the family. Daemon could push a Saint to commit suicide!
Daemon (1 year) with Raya
Life was like a broken record being played the entire day, "Stop it; give it back, don't go there; come here; where are my slippers; do not do it in the house." It was never ending and he would shoot around the house like lightning and break everything in his way. It was probably our fault, we should have enrolled him in Obedience Class. He never slowed down. It was impossible keeping him white and when he escaped from the house, he would come happily home all smelly and dirty. He has never returned home without a roll in mud.

He had a passion for scrunchies (hair braids). He would jump and snatch our scrunchies right from our hair and we would be screaming after him. The scrunchies had to be washed cos they would be wet and coverd with slob. I have had many dogs in the family but none like Daemon. He did fall out of my sister-in-law's lap when he was about two months old. I like to think that the accident was responsible for his "rabid" personlaity, and not his genes. Daemon's father was a very elegant dog.

The little devil bullies passive Raya, though they both get along very well. You can see who is the boss, but Raya would sit on Daemon, pin his head onto the ground and growl when he could not take any more nonsense. It did not happen often but enough times for the devil to back off for a while. Daemon would be around Raya all the time like an unmatched clone. Raya passed away from a heart attack on Valentine's Day this February. They were Best Friends Forever.


  1. It's so hard to lose a pet! I still miss my Frederick, my gray tiger striped tabby cat who died almost three years ago. I had him for 19 1/2 years.

  2. Lovely pictures. My labrador has gone now. Aren't they the softest, most gentle animals. Just right for the boisterous one.

  3. 19 1/2 years, thats really amazing. I didn't know cats can live for so long and you must have taken care of Frederick very well.

    Totally agree with you Val, no other dog can be as gentle and kind as a labrador

  4. I'm so sorry about Raya but he sounded a mischievious bundle of fun!

  5. Looks like they enjoyed playing together !

    Wizz :-)