Watchdog

Someone or something passed by our house this morning around 3am and I let out a series of loud barks that woke the whole family. Godpa came out to check but found nothing. He took a panadol this morning before heading to work, poor godpa.

It's a funny coincidence coz godpa just had this conversation with a friend last night; Tony has a miniature schnauzer and proclaimed how good a watchdog he's been. The dog's now 13yrs old, blind, and recently got operated for bladder stones. He told godpa how the family toiled when the puppy came into their lives, and the pain of seeing their dog through difficult times such as heartworm treatment, blindness, and recently bladder stones. Tony spoke of how some people and even vets quickly propose euthanasia, and godpa learnt there were vets who openly declare they opposed such an option in their clinic.

Not all vets are animal lovers. And Tony learnt this the hard way when an irresponsible vet was treating his dog for heartworm. It got to a stage where the vet said he was unsure what else to do and decided to vanish on a sudden vacation. Fortunately for me, godpa already knows good vets from previous experiences seeking help for the chinchilla boys.

Busy bodies

Godpa had been busy but he likes to capture beautiful images for me. He says this was taken in a school. Wow, human schools these days are so grand.

For me, obedience training has started. I'm into my 3rd day of homework together with godpa. I'm not afraid of the heavy choke chain, infact I think it's as cool as my regular collar and I love it when godpa brings out the 15 ft. longe line to snap it on. It's hard work for godpa coz he has to train me for 40 minutes each day. I walk pretty well so far but there's still much for me to bark at. I feel more assured about godpa each time he brings me out for training, one day I believe I can be confident enough to ignore all those distractions.

4 months!

I've been adopted for 4 months! No big celebrations but to brighten up the blog godpa put up some photos of goodies he had recently at Pacific Coffee. Too bad they're not dog edible.

A curious thing happened yesterday, which is my adoption day. I got locked out of the house! Godpa's dad had come home from shopping and he assumed that I returned indoors after my greeting at the entrance. Actually I slipped past him and stayed just outside. They only discovered I was missing when godpa's mum called me but I didn't come to her. After loitering around the corridor for 15 minutes, I began to worry whether I had been abandoned again. I was relieved when the door opened and I heard my name being called. When godpa learnt of the incident he was rather worried as I could have run downstairs or taken the lift down, or maybe got dognapped to be sold or eaten. Maybe godpa felt bad, so he gave special permission for me to sleep in his room that night. He knows I like to curl up on the comfy bathroom rug.