This post is not about the movie Must Love Dogs. Though I watched it recently and mentally tagged it as one of the boring “Rom-Com” movies ever. This is about my long-time love for dogs. Dogs have always been part of my growing up years which is why I always develop some kind of attachment to them. When our puppy died last year, it took me weeks to move past it. The urge to get a new puppy then was so intense because I wanted to cover up the pain. I know this sounds like I was just overreacting but it was something I couldn’t help feeling. But we didn’t get a new puppy. Because I don’t think I can bear losing pets anymore. Add to that the deaths of my favorite hamsters that also happened last year.

sandra

Our ugly dog, Sandra, gave birth to three puppies who are just as ugly. But they’re puppies, and puppies are always cute when they’re that tiny. Wait a few months and their cuteness shall come to pass, transforming them to full-fledged ugly askals.

But why do we love these askals to bits? For one, Sandra was Papa’s dog when he was still alive, and she’s one of the things that remind us dearly of him. Every time I see her grow a few inches longer (and taller) I would always smile and silently tell Papa how big his favorite dog is now. She’s a menace but most of the time we overlook that fact about her. Except during the times when she successfully chews off her leash and jumps on top of the table to gobble up what’s supposed to be our ulam for lunch. Or when she runs inside the house right after she has gotten her paws soiled from walking in the mud. Or when she leaves (more) chew marks on our sofa and sandals — She can really get into my nerves!! What was my point? Oh yes, despite all these, we still love her. And she’s a good guard dog.

pups

Her three pups (I’d rather not mention their names here because my little cousins gave them the most horrible names, lol) are almost two months old, and it’s almost time for Mama to give them away. I’ve only “bonded” with them for a month, but I already feel sad when I imagine they’d have different masters soon. I asked my mom if we could at least keep the furry black one and give the other two and Sandra away. But of course we can’t give the mother away. Who would want a big ugly mongrel?

It won’t be long til I would need to say goodbye to these puppies. It may even be before this week ends. So I’m writing this entry to at least keep a remembrance of them. I really hate saying goodbyes. Even if it’s to pets.

What’s wrong with me??