My current mood: Contemplating on adopting a puppy!
My parents always have always had a dog at home. We are dog people. I looked at my pictures as a baby, I saw 2 dogs roaming around in the pictures. My parents named one of the dog Mary. She got the mentioned more than the other one. I was too young to remember what kind of dog they were. But growing up, many other dogs come and go. There is Joni, died of old age, there is Mopi died poisoned by a burglar that attempted to get into the house, then there was another big black dog, and then the one that I loved so much, Roby. I have been bitten a few times by him. Long brown coating. I don't even know what kind of breed he was. To me, he was just beautiful. My dad wasn't very fond of him for the fact that Robi sometimes tried to bit him too. He always said "all this while, he has never had a dog that tried to bit him." But even after the biting, I had never stopped loving him. However, I know that I failed him for not being able to help him out of whatever he was experiencing at that time.
The memory is very blurry but we have another dog that has given birth to 9 puppies, 3 puppies at a time. Gosh they were so cute. And I always cried whenever other people come to adopt them. :'(
At home, my dad is the one in charge in the grooming, bathing, etc, My mom in the feeding, I am in the playing. My sis is an exception. She somehow isn't really into them.
As parents got older they switched to a smaller breed. The first Cihuahua that they have named Bojes. He died from the injury after the fall that he suffered. My little cousin was trying to hold him and accidentally dropped him. And being so small, the height must have done some damage to him. And he died a few weeks after that.
The next one is joy. Joy is our current dog. She has been with my parents for more than 10 years. My mom is very thoughtful in feeding her, she doesn't want Joy to be obese. So mom weighed her often and try to keep Joy in certain shape at particular weight. My dad sometimes play the harmonica and joy will howl to it. Mom and dad said that is Joy singing.
Lately, I really like to watch the Cesar to the Rescue show on Nat Geo and also many interesting show on Animals Planets. Some of the show is entertaining, putting smile on my face. However, there are a few others that do the reverse effect, they make me cry, touched by their stories. The latest favorite series that I am trying to keep track is the show calls "My Wild Affairs". It is a beautifully wrapped story about the bond between human and animals, not the usual domestic pet, but rather bizzare animals, like elephant, rhino and Orang Utan.
After getting so much exposure on this kind of show, I am kinda contemplating to get a pet of my own. However, I believe it is a huge responsibility to give them the life that they deserve. The thing with most animal is that they are the creature that know best how to love unconditionally. So for us to deserve that kind of love, I thought human to have to commit their 100%.
Still thinking.....................................
My parents always have always had a dog at home. We are dog people. I looked at my pictures as a baby, I saw 2 dogs roaming around in the pictures. My parents named one of the dog Mary. She got the mentioned more than the other one. I was too young to remember what kind of dog they were. But growing up, many other dogs come and go. There is Joni, died of old age, there is Mopi died poisoned by a burglar that attempted to get into the house, then there was another big black dog, and then the one that I loved so much, Roby. I have been bitten a few times by him. Long brown coating. I don't even know what kind of breed he was. To me, he was just beautiful. My dad wasn't very fond of him for the fact that Robi sometimes tried to bit him too. He always said "all this while, he has never had a dog that tried to bit him." But even after the biting, I had never stopped loving him. However, I know that I failed him for not being able to help him out of whatever he was experiencing at that time.
This is Robi, whose life was a bit of finding self but failed not capturing heart, my heart.
At home, my dad is the one in charge in the grooming, bathing, etc, My mom in the feeding, I am in the playing. My sis is an exception. She somehow isn't really into them.
As parents got older they switched to a smaller breed. The first Cihuahua that they have named Bojes. He died from the injury after the fall that he suffered. My little cousin was trying to hold him and accidentally dropped him. And being so small, the height must have done some damage to him. And he died a few weeks after that.
The next one is joy. Joy is our current dog. She has been with my parents for more than 10 years. My mom is very thoughtful in feeding her, she doesn't want Joy to be obese. So mom weighed her often and try to keep Joy in certain shape at particular weight. My dad sometimes play the harmonica and joy will howl to it. Mom and dad said that is Joy singing.
Lately, I really like to watch the Cesar to the Rescue show on Nat Geo and also many interesting show on Animals Planets. Some of the show is entertaining, putting smile on my face. However, there are a few others that do the reverse effect, they make me cry, touched by their stories. The latest favorite series that I am trying to keep track is the show calls "My Wild Affairs". It is a beautifully wrapped story about the bond between human and animals, not the usual domestic pet, but rather bizzare animals, like elephant, rhino and Orang Utan.
After getting so much exposure on this kind of show, I am kinda contemplating to get a pet of my own. However, I believe it is a huge responsibility to give them the life that they deserve. The thing with most animal is that they are the creature that know best how to love unconditionally. So for us to deserve that kind of love, I thought human to have to commit their 100%.
Still thinking.....................................
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