Much Needed Bonding

So I guess my humans missed me too. Just recently, Peter and Jen visited me at their parents’ home. I was soooo happy! They came in late that night and I was already very sleepy. So I spent most of my time snoozing beside them as Peter was cutting my very long nails. He had a difficult ime, I can tell. My nails were not only long, they were very hard too. Poor boy. Maybe they should visit me more often, just so my nails won’t grow too long. Teehee. Arf!

Here are some more  pictures they took… 

This is my enemy and her name is Saturday. Since the day I got here until now, she hates me. I don’t know why…

…Maybe because she’s old and she doesn’t want me getting the attention, especially not from his master, Mac, who is Jen’s brother. But I don’t. I really don’t try to get his attention at all. Is it my fault if I am so lovable? Arf!  

Here, you can see Peter struggling with my nails…

Careful… careful please…

  
Here, you can see Jen is already very sleepy too.
 
 
I am so glad they came over. I hope they visit me again, soon. 

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I Miss My Humans

It’s been so long since I last wrote about my state of affairs. My humans Jen & Peter have been so very busy with work that I always ended up pretty much all by myself  in my spacious stainless steel cage. I guess they heard me cry numerous times that thay allowed me to freely roam the house. Later on, this posed as a little problem since Jen is sort of a control freak when it comes to the cleanliness of their beautiful little white house. And since it is my nature to smell really bad after a few days of no bath, the house ended up smelling like me too. So taking everything into consideration, my humans decided to finally gave me away. Well, not really totally coz they brought me to their parents’ house. At first, it was heart breaking coz I thought I’d never see them again. The company provided by other dogs in that household served as my refuge. I also gladly welcomed my new masters’ friendly disposition. And it warmed my heart every time Jen and Peter will come visit me even for just a little while. I guess it’s all for the best. As long as I can still be with them every now and then and as long as I know that they’re okay, then I am at peace. I may cry every now and then, but I guess that’s normal. Just like you, I am also a living being with emotions and temperaments. I hope I can control my tears of joy every time they’d visit me coz it can be misconstrued as tears of sorrow. If only I can really talk. Then at least I can tell them how much I miss and love them so.

All Is Well

I haven’t been writing a lot lately coz I haven’t been feeling very well. Sometimes, physically, sometimes emotionally. But I guess more emotionally than physically. I think it has something to do with the fact that my humans haven’t been spending some quality time with me and it makes me sad. Peter is always away. He used to take me out every time he comes home from work. But lately, he just goes straight to bed.  And Jen is always with her pet laptop. I don’t know what she gets from it since it’s not even moving at all. And I am always left with Emy, the other nice, older lady in the house. Emy is ok, I guess. She comes to me at my beck and call, especially when I need to "go" and use my "bathroom". There are also times when I don’t feel like eating and it catches their attention. Sweet! Now I know how to make my humans come to me. Woof!

 
The other day, I heard Jen stressing about the new neighbors. It is true the new neighbors can be very annoying. They keep telling my humans what to do as if they have the right to. If they want to have their own rules, they should’ve lived in the middle of a farm or on top of the mountain where the air is always fresh and everything is always quiet. To think that they are the noisy ones, I can’t properly sleep during the day without hearing all those noises of pounding and scraping coming from their house! Woof! Woof! Grrrr…. woof! You see, us basset hounds like to sleep A LOT during the cold season. It’s in our genetic make up. How can I do that if they can’t stay quiet?
 

This is my usual diet… the 2 kilos of Royal Canin (P770) lasts for only a week and a can of d/d (P97) lasts for two days.       

These are my antibiotics… 

These are my top of the line shampoo and soap and a once a month spot on to prevent me from having fleas… 
 

One other thing, I overheard the other day too that I am becoming a bit of a burden to my humans. My food can get really expensive including my antibiotics and vitamins and regular check up with my doctor. I can’t help it. I got this blood parasite sickness from my previous owner’s other dogs! And I do want to get well so badly. If not for me, at least for them. I don’t want to burden them anymore.

But how come they want to have another dog too? A pug  is what I heard. It’ ok  guess. I do like to have some company. I get lonely most days when no one is around to play with me…

Fortunately, when we went to my doctor last Sunday, after pricking me with this long thin slice of metal and getting my red fluid, the doctor said "negative!". I think that means I’m already well. I saw Peter and Jen smiled at me for the first time in two weeks and I couldn’t be much happier! They got so perky that they bought me a new leash, this time, a metal one so I won’t chew it off when I’m angry. They also got me two shirts since I’ve been feeling really cold lately. And a new sack of food which I think is still branded and medicated, but at least, it’s 50% cheaper than the first one. They also brought me with them as they had coffee and banoffee pie at Bradlex. I think it was the branch near Jen’s former office because someone saw her and said hi to all of us, including me! All is well at last! And I hope it stays that way. Woof!

Mixed Emo

Although I love my new humans to pieces, I’m still quite adjusting to my life here in Alabang. It’s hard. Especially when I am still healing from this illness I have — parasites in my blood. There are days I can’t sleep well and I end up scratching and wounding myself. It’ just soooo itchy! Don’t know what to do. I hope the three antibiotics I take every meal finish their job soon. I just want to get well and make my humans proud. 

The other night, I think I got them  up so late at dawn coz I can’t seem to defecate at regular intervals and they were afraid I might mess up their lovely home. So we walked and walked and walked…endlessly into the cold, dark, windy night. It was refreshing though. I sniffed the grass, smelled the pavement, nibbled the nearby bushes and I saw my crush.Woof! And this cat really pushed my adrenaline to the roof!  I  was still not able to defecate though. Hey, don’t blame me! I didn’t feel like it yet. Finally, when they got tired, we all went to bed. The next morning, as expected, I have my poop lying on their perefect shiny tiles.  Woof! Woof!  Sigh, I think as punishment, they set up my play pen just outside their main door and had me stay there for one whole night. That got me depessed.  I wasn’t comfy and I ended up scratching myself even more. By the time we visited my vet, my human guy got a lot of scolding and it’s all my fault. Gosh! It’s so hard being a basset hound. Can’t they understand how stubborn I can be? I pity them. So today, I’m back inside the house, trying not to mess up their once again sparkling tiles and hopefully, I’ll be able to catch the right rhythm for my  poopoo time.  Woof! Woof!

The Day I Found Love

I thought I’ve seen them before. There were occasions when the daughter of my then "human" threw parties at their house that these two other humans would attend. The guy seemed to love dogs but the lady seemed to be afraid of us. Hmmmm…. Must be the other dogs’ fault. They’re always barking and crying for attention as I just sat here in my corner, penchant and obsrvant of the things happening around me. 

Then one day, voila! The guy and the girl came back! And this time, they took me with them. At first I got scared coz what if they had evil plans for me like being eaten in the side streets of the noisy and polluted city. I heard that from the grapevine. And yeah, word does get around even in the poshest villages of San Juan. On the other hand, my dreams of finally being taken care of by a human could also finally be coming true! At this thought, I let go of my fears and surrendered myslef to the hands of fate. 

They brought me to their car and went to my doctor of two years. Inside the clinic, I was given a nice cold bath. Ahhhhhh, what a refreshing feeling! If only the water wasn’t so cold. But it was invigorating nonetheless. My doctor showed them how to properly clean my ears coz I have such long and  big ones. And my favorite part was the cleaning of my paws especially the parts in between my toes. It tickles every time but I liked it! That way, no fungus can ever try to infect me. Then it was time to change the old leash. We went to the shop dowstairs and they bought me a lot of stuff like my play pen (which I hate… hush, hush), my body collar and leash, my plates and my special food and drink. Wow! I’m so touched. These humans really kow how to make a dog feel valued. I thought that was the end of the good stuff. But what happened next was the part I’ll never forget.

We got back inside the car and just when I thought hey’d let me sit at the back again, the guy let me sit in the middle and the lady who used to be afraid of dogs, sat beside me. She caressed my ears, my head, my neck, my belly…she touched me all over! And it was the nicest feeling in the whole wide dog world! I think my heart skipped a beat when she did that. Oh momma! When we came to a stop, they brought me to this huge place full of humans and other dogs. I’ve never seen so many in my entire life! Arf! Arf! Later that evening, I think my humans got tired already so we all went home… my new home. They fed me and put me to sleep as I started dreaming of more days to come like this. I hope they love me for real this time. Coz I know in my little doggy heart I already do.