"The dogs were fighting at home this morning"
"Why??"
"I don't know. They were not even eating at that time."
I got out of my mum's car to greet my two little buddies who were tied up. They had just had their dinner and were sitting quietly. As soon as they saw me, they woke up, barked and started wagging their tails, waiting for me to pat and play with them. As soon as I pat them, my maid took the dogs out for a walk.
After they were back, I wanted to see if any of them was hurt as I heard that the fight was quite ferocious. I couldn't see any scratches or marks so I assumed that they were fine. Then, when Rocky started to try and play with Rusky, everything went wrong.
Rusky became really fierce and another fight was about to break out. I knew the sound the dogs make if they were angry and I quickly puled them apart just in time. I asked my maid to tie rocky while I tied Rusky. Then, as I inspected the dogs, I realized that Rusky's left eye was slightly red. However, Rocky leg was already fine as the maid told me that rocky had injured his leg during the fight.
After some time, I released Rocky to see whether there were any changes. Everything was fine until he started to walk near Rusky. Rusky gave that growl that he usually does when he's angry and I knew immediately that the they were still not calmed down.
After some time, I released Rusky. He was fine right until he got near Rusky. I went in between them as soon as I released Rusky. Rocky didn't like him coming near me and he started to growl, prompting Rusky to bark as well. Before things got any worse, I pulled Rusky away.
I didn't know what to do. I just stared at them. They were fighting over me and each didn't want the other coming near me. Usually, it was Rocky who would be overprotective of me but then this time Rusky thought he should have his say in his owner as well.
I knew that this cannot be going on for long. I just can't leave it like this. And I knew what the only option was. Tears started rolling down my face. I've cried before when my parents suggested it to me. I couldn't choose between them. I loved them equally. I went up to my room and just sat in silence there, wiping tears off my face.
I know it had to be done. I was looking for the guts to tell my parents. All this while, my parents were keeping quiet because of me. As I thought about my decision over and over again, I kept on thinking what it would be like without one of them.
I went downstairs and tried to produce some words out of my mouth. Tears preceded the tears and somehow I managed to stutter out what I wanted to tell my dad. I told him to return one of the dogs to the shelter home and to do it as soon as possible so that I won't have to go through this pain in me longer. I didn't finish the sentence as my crying just intensified at the thought of letting go of one of them.
I took the keys and went to the porch just to be with my puppies. I knew which one they were going to give away. When this topic propped up the last time, they already decided whom to give away. I sat by him as he nibbled my finger and licked my arm. he sat there under the bench quietly and I patted him.
After some time, my father came down all dressed up to take the dog out. I couldn't control my tears anymore. I told my mum to go with my dad because I would be able to let go off him at the shelter home. I said goodbye as my dad walked him out of the house.
Just before my dad put him in the car, I told him to hold on as I wanted to to pat my dog one more time. As I went near the dog, he started running towards me just to lick me. I gave him a long meaningful hug, with tears rolling onto him. I knew I had to let go off him.
I watched as my father drove away taking my buddy with him. I had to pick up my sister from her tuition class. As I drove, the only image that kept hitting my mind was the moment when he ran to me before I gave him my last hug. That image didn't leave my mind as I kept my sister in suspense by being quiet throughout the journey back home.
When I reached home, the first thing I did was pat my other puppy. Then, when my sister asked where's the other one, I couldn't hold back my tears. She understood and went in. I just sat there on the bench outside, crying and recalling the memories I had with my puppy who was gone.
One of his favourite things to do was to jump and rest on my lap whenever I sat on the bench I was sitting on. He'll usually be the first one to do so. He was very protective of me. He always wanted me to stroke his body when he lies down upwards.
He was the most obedient among the 2. He used to wait patiently for food and never had a problem when we tie him. He hated medicines for some reason. I still remember trying to give him his immune booster after his first visit to the veterinarian. It took him some time to get used to it.
As I sat by the sofa gulping down some hot chocolate drink, I thought of times when he would sit by the grill and seek my attention. Sometimes, I would stroke his body from inside my house (he would sleep right by the grill). I remember that he used to eat his treats slowly as his teeth wasn't as strong as the other.
He was the more energetic of the 2. He always jumped to get his toy when I held it high. He also used to be very excited when my brother kicked the ball around on some evenings. He would try to get the ball but I would steal it away and throw it for him to run and get it again.
I realized that after this, I can't say "hello boys" when I get back home from college, "come here boys" when I want to take them for walks, "good morning boys" when I wake up, "good night boys" when I close the front door at night. I'll have to remove the plural sounds.
I know if I go to the shelter home and call "come here boy", he'll run towards me, jump on me and lick me. I built a very strong bond with him as with my other puppy. The good times with him have gone but the memories will always be with me. I hope you're doing well. I'll miss you. Good Bye, Rocky.............
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Monday, January 7, 2013
Finally, Light At The End Of The Dark Tunnel
2012. It was supposed to be a year full of excitement at the face of a new life after leaving school. So much expectation, enthusiasm, and aspirations for the supposedly free year. However, it turned out to be a year full of surprises.
Using the word surprises doesn't seem so fitting if you look at it from a positive point of view. Every year, there are always ups and downs but I'll give it to 2012 for the most extreme ups and downs in a year.
Let's start off on a positive note. One of the most amazing things to happen in 2012 was that I got 10A+ for my SPM examinations. I was really elated by the results as I was honestly expecting something slightly lower. Well, you know, when you see you've gotten an A+ for the subject which you struggle to get an A, you have to be delighted that your hard work has paid off.
The next best thing that happened to me was the fact that I got 2 puppies towards the end of the year. Cute little puppies, playful and joyful as ever. I really enjoy their company as they're creatures who you can say anything too and they'll still love you.
The other good thing that happened in 2012 is that my friends and I had a lot more outings and meet ups. The dinner sessions were really fun to go for because we'll usually laugh our ass off joking about everything. For instance, during our latest dinner together, we caught on to the topic "harry potter and the missing muruku" and I almost threw up my dinner because I laughed too much.
It seems all so happy when I point out the positives but last year really brought me down to my knees. A year that tested me till the the bottom of my heart. A year that tested my courage, patience, determination and self reflection skills throughout the year.
I won't forget the depression I went through. The main reason I became depressed was the fact that the injury to my adductors were taking too long to heal, which meant I couldn't run. Running is my passion and to take that away for a long time proved to be the reason for my ultimate downfall.
Since I've shrugged off the depression now, I don't want to go in details with it. The worst part was that I was losing ground on all the things that mattered the most to me that I felt so helpless. The idea of giving up struck my mind time and time again.
Luckily for me, my closest friends helped me out of it. They advised me, each in their very own way on how I should tackle my problems. Today, I have to thank them for all they've done for me.
Other negatives for 2012 was the robbery that happened in my house and the fact that I couldn't bode well with my current classmates. I'm getting on pretty well but then there's still this thing inside of me to be around fun people who enjoy life while in class. I made up my mind that if I was going to go through 1 1/2 years in my current college, I must learn how to accept differences.
So you see, 2012 isn't really a year I can look back to and say, "Hey, I really did have a meaningful year". If there's another thing I can take from 2012, it would be how strong I've become, emotionally. Due to so many problems, I've had to train myself to suppress feelings for affection and to keep strong. Tough times, when I look back, but, I'm going to use that strength to carry me after this.
Determined to shrug off that dreadful year, I made a few plans and resolutions for this year. Unfortunately, I'm not planning to reveal them here as I'd made quite a few personal ones. The thing is, my life revolves around a few people who read this blog so revealing some things won't be so appropriate for some.
Well, one thing I can reveal here is that I've made quite a tight schedule for myself. I've had to because I would be sitting for 5 exams this year-AS exam, A2 exam, TOEFL, SAT 1 and SAT 2 (Maths and Physics). So, I've got a pretty busy and hectic year up ahead.
Bad times come and go. What we've got to do is to learn from them. I'm grateful in the sense that I've managed to get some positives out of 2012. The most important one will be the emotional strength I've obtained from the depression I went through. And you know what, I'm already staring at the door of a brighter 2013 in front of me. Happy New Year!
Using the word surprises doesn't seem so fitting if you look at it from a positive point of view. Every year, there are always ups and downs but I'll give it to 2012 for the most extreme ups and downs in a year.
Let's start off on a positive note. One of the most amazing things to happen in 2012 was that I got 10A+ for my SPM examinations. I was really elated by the results as I was honestly expecting something slightly lower. Well, you know, when you see you've gotten an A+ for the subject which you struggle to get an A, you have to be delighted that your hard work has paid off.
The next best thing that happened to me was the fact that I got 2 puppies towards the end of the year. Cute little puppies, playful and joyful as ever. I really enjoy their company as they're creatures who you can say anything too and they'll still love you.
The other good thing that happened in 2012 is that my friends and I had a lot more outings and meet ups. The dinner sessions were really fun to go for because we'll usually laugh our ass off joking about everything. For instance, during our latest dinner together, we caught on to the topic "harry potter and the missing muruku" and I almost threw up my dinner because I laughed too much.
It seems all so happy when I point out the positives but last year really brought me down to my knees. A year that tested me till the the bottom of my heart. A year that tested my courage, patience, determination and self reflection skills throughout the year.
I won't forget the depression I went through. The main reason I became depressed was the fact that the injury to my adductors were taking too long to heal, which meant I couldn't run. Running is my passion and to take that away for a long time proved to be the reason for my ultimate downfall.
Since I've shrugged off the depression now, I don't want to go in details with it. The worst part was that I was losing ground on all the things that mattered the most to me that I felt so helpless. The idea of giving up struck my mind time and time again.
Luckily for me, my closest friends helped me out of it. They advised me, each in their very own way on how I should tackle my problems. Today, I have to thank them for all they've done for me.
Other negatives for 2012 was the robbery that happened in my house and the fact that I couldn't bode well with my current classmates. I'm getting on pretty well but then there's still this thing inside of me to be around fun people who enjoy life while in class. I made up my mind that if I was going to go through 1 1/2 years in my current college, I must learn how to accept differences.
So you see, 2012 isn't really a year I can look back to and say, "Hey, I really did have a meaningful year". If there's another thing I can take from 2012, it would be how strong I've become, emotionally. Due to so many problems, I've had to train myself to suppress feelings for affection and to keep strong. Tough times, when I look back, but, I'm going to use that strength to carry me after this.
Determined to shrug off that dreadful year, I made a few plans and resolutions for this year. Unfortunately, I'm not planning to reveal them here as I'd made quite a few personal ones. The thing is, my life revolves around a few people who read this blog so revealing some things won't be so appropriate for some.
Well, one thing I can reveal here is that I've made quite a tight schedule for myself. I've had to because I would be sitting for 5 exams this year-AS exam, A2 exam, TOEFL, SAT 1 and SAT 2 (Maths and Physics). So, I've got a pretty busy and hectic year up ahead.
Bad times come and go. What we've got to do is to learn from them. I'm grateful in the sense that I've managed to get some positives out of 2012. The most important one will be the emotional strength I've obtained from the depression I went through. And you know what, I'm already staring at the door of a brighter 2013 in front of me. Happy New Year!
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
My New Buddies
"There's a surprise for you at home"
"What surprise? Did you buy anything special?"
"Nope, continue guessing"
"Is there a dog at home?"
"No. Why did you guess that?"
"I don't know, sounds like the most likely surprise"
"Continue guessing..."
"I give up"
Moments later when I reached home...
"I knew it. You lied"
.....I saw two little puppies running around the front porch while my dad was fixing the steel netting to prevent the dogs from going out. I quickly got out of my mum's car, grabbed my bagged from the back seat and skipped to the front gate to get a closer look at the puppies.
As soon as I stepped in, the dogs started jumping on me playfully. I bent down to pat them and they continued running around me and the others at home to get used to our odours. I put my bag inside my house and went out to play with the dogs. But then, it struck me that I had my semester 1 examinations the next week so I couldn't spend too much time with the dogs.
This was something I really hated. Every day, I could only spend little time with the puppies because I had to study. I felt kinda pity for them because whenever I left them after playing, they would give a kind of sound which sounds like they're crying. Well, once my exams were over, I was really happy I didn't have to worry about time constraint for the time being.
Rusky and Rocky are really friendly to the people they know. They like playing with people, especially once they're used to someone. Usually, when I see them for the first time in the morning, they'll start jumping on the grill for me to come out. And once I'm out, they'll jump on for quite some time. They really make my mornings wonderful.
However, my sister is still scared of them. I can't only laugh looking at her antics daily, especially when she wants to go out or come into the house. We have to hold the dogs every time she has to come out and she always asks help from someone to get her footwear. She's slowly improving but I hope she can improve at a faster rate.
Rocky doesn't like the veterinarian. He didn't like the immunization injections or the medicines. He's not the adventurous kind when it comes to eating. He hated the immune booster initially but then got used to it. Rusky on the other hand will eat just about anything you serve him.
They kinda hate bathing or getting wet. I guess almost all animals are like that. I still remember the first time they had their baths. They were like squealing the whole time as they hated getting water all over her body. They continued squealing after bathing as they were feeling cold. It was kinda cute seeing them being wrapped up in towels.
They're also not the kind of dogs who like toys. My dad bought for them a toy each a week after bringing them home. At the beginning, they liked nibbling it and liked it when I threw the toy for them to catch. Now, The toys are just sitting in a corner.
Rocky, the rottweiler and spitz mix, is the fiercer dog. He likes to play rough and he barks more at the sight of strangers. However, Rusky, the spitz mix, can become very very fierce when it comes to food. There were already 2 big fights between them due to food before.
Due to this, my parents are planning to give away one of the dogs. But, I don't have the heart to let go of any of them. I really love both of them equally and the thought of having one go away really saddens me. My parents are still considering the move as I'm constantly trying to convince them to keep the dogs. Now, I tie them up far away during meals so that they don't fight.
While that decision is still pending, one thing's for sure. I've already built a strong bond with my two puppies even though it's only been about a month. It's like a relationship I don't know how to explain. Maybe some of you who have had dogs before will understand. I guess the saying that "a dog is man's best friend" has some truth in it, or should I say it's very true......
"What surprise? Did you buy anything special?"
"Nope, continue guessing"
"Is there a dog at home?"
"No. Why did you guess that?"
"I don't know, sounds like the most likely surprise"
"Continue guessing..."
"I give up"
Moments later when I reached home...
"I knew it. You lied"
.....I saw two little puppies running around the front porch while my dad was fixing the steel netting to prevent the dogs from going out. I quickly got out of my mum's car, grabbed my bagged from the back seat and skipped to the front gate to get a closer look at the puppies.
As soon as I stepped in, the dogs started jumping on me playfully. I bent down to pat them and they continued running around me and the others at home to get used to our odours. I put my bag inside my house and went out to play with the dogs. But then, it struck me that I had my semester 1 examinations the next week so I couldn't spend too much time with the dogs.
This was something I really hated. Every day, I could only spend little time with the puppies because I had to study. I felt kinda pity for them because whenever I left them after playing, they would give a kind of sound which sounds like they're crying. Well, once my exams were over, I was really happy I didn't have to worry about time constraint for the time being.
Rusky and Rocky are really friendly to the people they know. They like playing with people, especially once they're used to someone. Usually, when I see them for the first time in the morning, they'll start jumping on the grill for me to come out. And once I'm out, they'll jump on for quite some time. They really make my mornings wonderful.
However, my sister is still scared of them. I can't only laugh looking at her antics daily, especially when she wants to go out or come into the house. We have to hold the dogs every time she has to come out and she always asks help from someone to get her footwear. She's slowly improving but I hope she can improve at a faster rate.
Rocky doesn't like the veterinarian. He didn't like the immunization injections or the medicines. He's not the adventurous kind when it comes to eating. He hated the immune booster initially but then got used to it. Rusky on the other hand will eat just about anything you serve him.
They kinda hate bathing or getting wet. I guess almost all animals are like that. I still remember the first time they had their baths. They were like squealing the whole time as they hated getting water all over her body. They continued squealing after bathing as they were feeling cold. It was kinda cute seeing them being wrapped up in towels.
They're also not the kind of dogs who like toys. My dad bought for them a toy each a week after bringing them home. At the beginning, they liked nibbling it and liked it when I threw the toy for them to catch. Now, The toys are just sitting in a corner.
Rocky, the rottweiler and spitz mix, is the fiercer dog. He likes to play rough and he barks more at the sight of strangers. However, Rusky, the spitz mix, can become very very fierce when it comes to food. There were already 2 big fights between them due to food before.
Due to this, my parents are planning to give away one of the dogs. But, I don't have the heart to let go of any of them. I really love both of them equally and the thought of having one go away really saddens me. My parents are still considering the move as I'm constantly trying to convince them to keep the dogs. Now, I tie them up far away during meals so that they don't fight.
While that decision is still pending, one thing's for sure. I've already built a strong bond with my two puppies even though it's only been about a month. It's like a relationship I don't know how to explain. Maybe some of you who have had dogs before will understand. I guess the saying that "a dog is man's best friend" has some truth in it, or should I say it's very true......
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