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!