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Sunday, March 20, 2005
whoever invented summer vacation, he/she didn't invent it for me.. *sigh* responsibility... does pet-ownership come with it?? i say yes, yes,and yes! i never owned a pet whatsoever since birth.. i didnt like cats, i hated dogs, i loathed iguanas or however you spell that.. okay, so i so loved those furry rabbits but eww, i dont like the idea of having to clean their poops and all that.. imean, yikes! one day, a family friend gave us a dog.. he's not something you could sell for like 20k.. no, not evem for a 2k.. yup, askal.. that's what you call it/him. but the family welcomed him as much.. hello? our first pet ever! when he was still little, i would feed him, play with him.. everything! sure, i was still afraid of dogs.. but no, he didn't scare me at all.. but as he grew, man! he became.. umm.. horrible?? scary and tapang, as in! but to my dad and brother, the now-hideous creature still remained the sweet pup mo fo.. grr.. and if you can just see the teeth!! man,, as if he's gonna eat you alive!! h god knows how i would lock up myself inside the house instead of having to confront that dog before i could pass through our gate..urgh. i love him for guarding our home.. but i hope he could just be a little kinder and less-scary to me.. please.. on another occasion alia, a friend of mine, gave me Marshy, a terrier.. she was so tiny... ahh, exactly the epitome of cuteness.. my brother, who's also a dog lover, would always tease me, "hindi ka ba marunong tumingin ng pagkakaiba ng pusa at aso??" nevertheless, he also fell for Marshy's cuteness.. he and our dad even gave her another name, ET.. dont know why.. but just like that.. they had their own terms of endearment.. but i was still in la salle then, meaning, i was only for durgin the weekends.. so i didn't get to spend much time with my first ever pet! and then, one tiring school day.. my phone rang.. twas my mom.. saying "patay na si Marshy.. kanina.. blah blah.. [everything went blank.. i could understand anymore the other words]" oh god.. went i got home, my brother said the two dogs (the askal and Marshy) were sick.. they were puking blood.. they tried to rush them to the hospital but only the askal made it.. but still confined in the hospital.. as for Marshy, she's already buried and all.. hu hu.. my brother said that mom was partly to blame.. she knew that Marshy was sick but she still wouldn't allow the poor thing to get inside the house.. mom really isn't much of a dog-lover.. when dad got back from us/canada , he surprised me and my other bro by bringing home a Tyson, new pup.. a rottweiler that is.. ah, lovely! big bones.. shiny hair.. uber-sweet.. barely 2 months old meaning, tiny.. ahh, perfect! we all fell in love with him.. except for our 2 family members (mom and my eldest bro) who did not enjoy having Tyson around. hee hee.. too bad i dont have pictures of him when he was still little.. okay, so no words can express how much i love that creature.. i just do.. despite his gigantic features, for me, he's still a baby.. he'll always be my baby.. aww.. when i started driving, i thought id be able to spend much time at home... i asked dad if i could get a dog for my own.. he refused.. said i dont have the time and all that.. i couldn't agree then.. you can call it timing or whatever you want but there, our neighbor's labrador gave birth and the pups were just soo adorable.. they were all chubby and playful.. every time they see me, they would escape from their cages and play with me!! hooray!! the owner was selling the pups.. and yup, i so wanted to buy them.. or at least one of them.. again, i asked dad.. answer was no. i considered using my own money but my bro talked to me..said, "dapat alam mo kung sino sa mga yun yung unang lumabas kasi yung lang yung kadalasang nabubuhay.." at first, i thought that was absurd.. but one sunday, our neigbor was carrying 2 boxes.. call me usisera, i wouldnt care.. hehe.. i asked what those boxes were.. and i learned each contained a pup -- a dead pup. suddenly, fear dawned on me.. "what if my being stubborn got the better of me and bought one of those pup.. and now.. DEAD!" geez.. that would be like throwing away at least 6k! thats how i got over the i-so-want-to-have-my-own-pet phase.. and then.. one night, when arrived from i-dont-knw-where, my bro was wearing this evil grin and said, "punta ka sa terrace, may surprise ako sa yo!" a new rott!!! whoa!! this time, its a girl.. dad named her Lady Lac something.. err.. im embarassed here.. dad's not really good with giving names.. but no worry, she carries that name only for legal purposes.. her new name is Saki.. the pup's only staying with us for a while.. dad bought her for his bestfriend.. okay.. hmp. even so, i treated her like my own... she's sweet and all but there's just this one problem.. every time i touched her, Saki pees!!! no exagge ha.. as in every time!!! we managed to train her not to poop inside the house.. but not to pee whenever i touch her?? argh!! i already ran out of patience.. sometimes, i so want to play with her and everything but the thought of "she's just going to make a mess" stops me from even going close to her... i love her and all (she's leaving on tuesday!!). yesterday, i decided to play with Tyson.. god, i realized i just have to stop calling him baby coz he's so damn huge!!! bigger than me i guess.. haha.. he's still the best pet we ever had.. i love him more now.. and when im already settled and all, id bring him with me in the states.. i swear.. so where does responsibility enter the picture??? haha.. was supposed to talk about responsibility here.. but i got lost.. tee hee. :D next time na lang pala.. wait, id like to make a shoutout::: tyson, I LOVE YOU so much!! 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