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.