March 25, 2012
It’s Puppy Day at Hobbes and Landes, Bonifacio High Street! This is the reason why I woke up a little (just a little) earlier than usual. I’m gonna be there to listen to my friend, Wendell Sabile talk about responsible breeding.
Drop by when you can!
February 21, 2012
I just came back from two very stressful meetings, one after the other.
Nonetheless, I’m going to take a minute to give a special shout out to the one boy who’s a constant source amusement, exasperation and frustration. This boy never failed to make me feel both loved and needed. Even though he can’t talk in a way that I’d understand, somehow I still do; and he understands me too.
Dear Sami,
I have no idea what mischief you’ve been up to today, after waking up to see you happily rolling around on the floor (looking like a rug with legs and tiny paws) and after you escorted me to the door on my way to work, but I hope you didn’t give anybody a hard time during your special day.
Did you finish your breakfast on time? Did you remember to properly thank the person who served you the chicken I left to thaw?
I was supposed to call and check how you were doing, but as you know, Mommy has a crapload of things that she has to deal with at work. But that’s okay; I know that you’re pretty happy being left alone to inspect every corner of the house.
Did you take a nap under the stereo again? I told you that place is dirty. But it’s okay; I’ll give you a bath this weekend (even if you don’t really like it).
Don’t leave your toys lying around. Stop chasing after the mice. And neither should you play with the dirty laundry or other people’s shoes!
Atleast you never fail to poop/pee in your crate so I don’t have to worry about the mess I have to come home to. I still have no idea how you figured out how to do that. Such a smart little boy. That or awesome parenting from my part.
I left fresh water for you straight from the fridge. If the heat is becoming too uncomfortable, just do your thing: sit in front of the fan (like a little monkey) and watch TV. What tricks did you learn today from the afternoon soaps you watch? Remember: Mommy wants you to be her villainous little boy. Make me proud, kid.
Oops. I almost missed our street! Anyhow, lemme finish this so I can pay for my cab. I can imaging you’re already peering through the window to see if I’m at the gate.
So finally, lemme just say: Happy Birthday to my sweet (but bratty) little boy. I love you, kiddo.
PS: I’m sorry that I won’t have gifts for you this year; no clothes or shoes and/or weird contraptions that are utterly unnecessary for dogs. Seriously. If anything, I want you to be a dog and not turn you into a hairy little human who walks on four legs.
PPS: Your Daddy had better buy those cupcakes. We’ll share ‘em.
November 6, 2011
The biggest chore I have during weekends is to give my Sami a bath. My back suffers, seriously. I have to place him on a kiddie chair that’s only as high as my knee. Still, as a pet parent, it’s something you gotta do.
And don’t get me started on the drying process.
So. How do I transform that (see above) to this:
No magic. No rocket science. And definitely no photoshop. Just a very reliable shampoo from Silk Creation.
October 22, 2011
Let’s take a break from all the makeup, shall we? Instead, meet my son, Sami.
Sami was born in February 2010 and is my very first dog. Yeah, I’ve never had pets before. We’ve had dogs, true, but they’re not mine, per se. He’s a Shih Tzu and according to the breed standards (as I learned later on), he’s hella faulty. But I’m not after a show dog, I wanted a pet that can keep me entertained and a baby I can dote upon.
Actually, Sami came from a litter of five boys. The dam / mother is owned by one of my students. I never actually saw him in person before, only in the pictures. Sure, there are others that are so much cuter but when I saw Sami’s picture when he was just 8 weeks old, I knew this isn’t a typical puppy. For one, the picture I saw of a very young him was that of one where he was staring intently at the camera/photographer. It wasn’t a blank stare either. It was attentive, intelligent and a touch shrewd.
I had to have him. Good thing my student had an INC in my class. Kidding. Getting the puppy was also a way of helping him out as his girlfriend just gave birth. It wasn’t an impulse buy, by the way. I spent considerable time researching on the breed and read 100+ pages worth of forum discussions – health problems, diet, how to housebreak, etc.
I also bought all his things: brush, food bowl, water dispenser, shampoo, toys and a cage. I’m not big on the idea of caging dogs but it was necessary – at home, I was asked who will take care of him when I’m at work and it was the only solution I could think of. Also, I didn’t trust anybody to keep an eye on him. The cage was also for housebreaking. I knew that nobody would bother to take him outside so he could poop and pee.
Sami was brought to me inside a paper bag.
September 27, 2011
Yo, readers. Every now and then I include a dog-related post. Why? It’s because I have a dog too. Even though he’s exasperating, weird and hella faulty according to the breed standards (ahem, Dell are you reading this?), I care about him more than I care about people around me. He’s not just a dog; he’s my little boy. Unless you raise dogs, you probably wouldn’t understand how much of a stress-relief they are because they will stick by you no matter how bad things are going for you.
When I read The Beauty Junkee’s post about her 3YO GR, Denver, I just had to share their story and hope that people would find it in themselves to feel for them.
And so, here we go:
