Left behind.. again

This dog of mine, Dama, just died this afternoon. He was not feeling well yesterday, he was restless and his back was very painful and was rather shaky suddenly so I brought him to the vet. The vets said that it was probably canine distemper. I never really saw a dog with it before or what- all I know is that my dog's vaccines were updated.. but I guess vaccines just don't work sometimes. So anyway they gave me all these medicines and told me to come back in a week's time. I brought him home and gave him some dog food and his favorite- fresh milk. He lapped the milk up but didn't touch the dog food, then slept. At around 10 pm I heard him crying so I came out and checked on him and gave him more blankets and the like, he wasn't looking too good. I talked to him for a while and told him it was ok to go if he needed to. He couldn't get up anymore this morning, so I kept coming out and seeing if he was still around and talking to him a bit and telling him not to worry so much. Then this afternoon around 4 pm I was studying in my room and wondering how he was and just kinda thinking about him in this way. I went to see him and he was gone. I had his body buried in our property already and have disinfected the whole place. Another friend, come and gone. He never was much of a dog in a sense that he was so gentle all the time, and even if he was a german shepherd, he was the calmest guy you'd ever meet. He hardly ever barked and welcomed everyone in. The only thing scary about him (to our neighbors/strangers) were his looks and size. Otherwise, this guy was a big puppy who loved milk and papayas- no joke.

You'll be missed Dama, but I know you're better off where you are now, and am happy you did not have to go through so much pain.

Normalicy

Well.. things looked better this morning. I'm embarrassed about my rant yesterday. At least I got it out right?

I realized that it really doesn't make much sense to just wallow on the problem. Got to just .. do something else, think of something else- get engrossed with some other things and it just fixes up the whole problem. Can't see it, can't feel it.

Right?

I'm thinking of getting some hamsters.. oh.. I never got to talk about my pets again anytime recently.

I'll talk about the very first puppy I got- his name was Dunlop (my unlce gave him to me) he was an extremely ugly puppy -oh my god.. and this guy, all he did was have the runs, and well... way back then my dad had told us that if we wanted pets, we had to clean up after them and etc. So there I was I happened to be given the ugliest puppy my uncle sent (he sent one for each of us kids) because my sisters woke up earlier.. yeah yeah.. early bird gets the best dog. Anyway.. he died soon after. He had a bad case of worms and frothing in the mouth from what I can remember.. so .. there went my first puppy.

My second puppy was another ugly ugly dog, we named him... "kamote" because he was so ugly. Poor guy got poisoned. After these two dogs (mix breed/cross breeds), I got my first purebred dog from the same uncle who sent me Dunlop. This time it was a labrador.
Speaking of which, I LOVE HUGS- from people I like that is. My labrador changed everything. I loved him so much. He and I spent endless hours playing everyday. I had him from the time I was 9-15.. well, nearly 16, like, two months off. My poor friend died of some weird disease that the vets couldn't even figure out either. He had all these huge sores on his legs that stank like his body was rotting away. I would clean them for him and one day I saw the bone when I was cleaning his wounds... be back..


Ninjai Gang ... where are our goodies? Chapters?

Of pets and past

2. I had this pet Labrador once, I actually named him chucky, but chunky would probably be a better name.  He was chucky boy, I often called him. He was always smiling, like Labradors love to smile. He was the most pleasant dog I had so far. He just loved running away though. Any open door, open gate- was too tempting not to run into or out of. He would run around gleefully, me in hot pursuit, but it was oft that I would only catch him after he scratched the beautiful mahogany floors of my step dad’s house. Oo.. trouble. Or, he’d run out the gate, bolting here and there, peeing on neighbor’s bushes or relieving himself in bigger ways. Sometimes it would just be my rabbit that would be able to coax him back.
Chucky had a strange love for my other pets. Even cats he liked. (Oh how I wish some of my pets now had the same pleasant disposition for their co-pets) I could leave him with my bunnies and not worry that I’d find them in his stomach when I’d get back. He’d let them sleep on him or snuggle in his armpits. One of my cats even attempted sleeping on his head and he was cool with it and just slept too. Of course, Chucky, being true to his breed, was not a good guard dog at all. Friend or foe he couldn’t distinguish. Anyone who took attention of him was worth a wiggle butt.
We played hours and hours on the beach, in our garden, and at the parks. The problem was that nobody told him that after retrieving things, he was meant to give them back. He’d just retrieve them, but he wouldn’t deposit. I guess that is just part of the wiring in the heads of many Labradors – like that Marley doggy.

And as always, tributes to my heros, the Ninjai Gang. And more on Ninjai on "Interviews About Ninjai".


Oh My God. How can I resist??

Stormin

It's storming, storming inside of me,
Fear, anger, frustration
When shall you all flee?
You leave me with so much confusion.

I suck at writing or poetry. What I like is math and science.
I realized I haven't written about my pets yet, so I'm going to dedicate this post to my many, many past and present pets.

I've said before.. my family is quite a mess. Throughout it all I've managed to keep some pets who kinda help me get through all the arguments, pain, etc... that having stupid parents can inflict. I've had tons of rabbits, birds, dogs, cats, turtles, fish, hamsters, chinchillas, ducks, geese, chickens, and well... I'm still dreaming about a horse and a cow.

Anyway... the past 8 years I've had only german shepherd dogs and one crazy, crazy, toothless boxer from South Africa. I'm not kidding either. His name is Spencer. My other dogs- Rocky, Sharky, and Dummy are German Shepherds. Sharky and Rocky are mates- Sharky'll be giving birth in November! Late last year she gave birth to 3 wee puppies, one died at birth, the other died on Shristmas eve, and the last one died on Christmas morning. I was devastated. I will do everything to make sure they won't die this time.

I love all kinds of dogs. The small breeds I don't really fancy- pugs are fine- but everything else I'm not really into. I like medium/large dogs like Labradors, golden retrievers, st. bernards, newfoundlands, huskies, shepherds- etc.

I've had only german shepherds and my toothless dear spencer for a while... it's a real blessing that spencer is toothless because he loves to attack other animals. I've nearly gotten sued because of him :(. As for german shepherds- they stink, they're not too clean, but they are one of the if not the smartest breed of dogs I know.

:) Oh, and of course, the daily Ninjai Chapter, Kudos to the Ninjai Gang as always.