Sometimes, I’m thinking if people really know how to appreciate things that people have done for them. Sometimes, we get disappointed over how the others react.

My family, JZ and Ceejay was my everything. Everytime when something happened, JZ will be there to support me, hugging me, making sure that I’m ok. Although not all the time, but most of the time will be sufficient for me. Another one is Ceejay. Whenever I’m back home, Ceejay will be at the door welcoming me. She knows how to differentiate the sound of our family members. She will dash quickly to the door only when it’s me or JZ. My darling girl. =D

Was having a bad arguement and disagreement with JZ for the pass few weeks. Luckily, everything is fine now. Ceejay and busy with the HDB application has drawn both of us a little apart. JZ complained that I have been so busy with the HDB thingy and only care about Ceejay.

I do admit and also said that if he could help me out, then I won’t be so busy. We just responded thru sms to each other and tell one another how we feel. =) I glad we are as loving as before now. =D

Oh, and I finally visited the new shopping malls at Tampines and Jurong. The road to Jurong was so long that Song Gao drove us there (Alice, JZ and myself), and after some shopping and dinner, JZ took over te wheel when we were going back home as SG was very tired.

In about two and a half hours time,  I should be waking up and start preparing to go out for work. I had to leave my place at 7.00am. With effect from today, my working hour will start from 8.30am to 5.30pm. Woohoo~ although I have to report to work earlier, but the thought of knocking off at 5.30pm just makes me so happy.

You know, in my previous job, I start work at 9am and knock off at 6pm, the wait was …… (ok, it’s just that I don’t like that timing).

Anyway, I’m really looking forward to reporting to work. Heh heh…

Ohhh~~ we saw rainbow on Saturday evening. I was telling JZ, “hey hey, you come and see thecolor of the sky”, and he replied, “got rainbow anot?” The next moment, JZ shouted “got rainbow, got rainbow!!!” -_-”

Then I started seeing other neighbour peeping out of their window, and some others shouting rainbow rainbow to their families.

Hee… Finally we went Icekimo on Sunday. The waffles taste good.

=D my lovely girl is now sleeping by my side. *off topic*

hmm… nowadays, dogs are so fortunate, really. There have been so many inventions that improve the living condition and entertainments for dogs.

Remember that I mentioned previously that JZ got Ceejay an “eat better” bowl, recently, we got him a “drink better” bowl. The bowls are so nice and it really slow down the speed Ceejay is gobbling up her food. As for the drink better bowl, as there is a floating object, the green piece (we got her the white drinking bowl) inside the bowl, it helps to reduce a little of Ceejay wetting her fur. =)

I chance upon this blog
and I think it really worth a read.

A PUPPY MILL PUPPY’S STORY

I don’t remember much of the place where I was born. It was cramped and dark, and we were never played with by the Humans. I remember Mom and her soft fur, but she was often sick, and very thin. She had hardly any milk for me and my brothers and sisters. I remember many of them dying, and I missed them so.

I remember the day I was taken from Mom. I was so sad and scared, my milk teeth had only just come in, and I really should have been with Mom still, but she was so sick, and the Humans kept saying that they wanted their money and were sick of the “mess” that me and my sister made.

So we were crated up and taken to a strange place. Just the two of us. We huddled together and were scared, still no Human hands came to pet or love us. So many sights and sounds and smells! We are in a store where there are many different animals! Some that squawk! Some that meow! Some that peep! My sister and I are jammed into a small cage. I hear other puppies here. I see Humans look at me through the glass. I like the “little humans”, the kids. They look so sweet, and fun, like they would play with me! All day we stay in the small cage, sometimes mean people will hit the glass and frighten us, every once in a while we are taken out to be held or shown to humans. Some are gentle, some hurt us, we always hear “Aw they are so cute! I want one!” but we never get to go with any of them.

My sister died last night, when the store was dark. I lay my head on her soft fur and felt the life leave her small thin body. I had heard them say she was sick, and that I should be sold at a “discount price” so that I would quickly leave the store. I think my soft whine was the only one that mourned for her as her body was taken out of the cage in the morning and dumped.

Today, a family came and bought me! Oh happy day! They are a nice family, they really, really wanted me! They had bought a dish and food and the little girl held me so tenderly in her arms. I love her so much! The mom and dad say what a sweet and good puppy I am! I am named Angel. I love to lick my new Humans! The family takes such good care of me, they are loving and tender and sweet. They gently teach me right and wrong, give me good food, and lots of love! I want only to please these wonderful people! I love the little girl and I enjoy running and playing with her.

Today I went to the veterinarian. It was a strange place and I was frightened. I got some shots, but my best friend the little girl held me softly and said it would be okay. So I relaxed. The vet must have said sad words to my beloved family, because they looked awfully sad. I heard Severe Hip Dysplasia, and something about my heart… I heard the vet say something about back yard breeders and my parents not being tested. I know not what any of that means, just that it hurts me to see my family so sad. But they still love me, and I still love them very much!

I am six months old now. Where most other puppies are robust and rowdy, it hurts me terribly just to move. The pain never lets up. It hurts to run and play with my beloved little girl, and I find it hard to breathe. I keep trying my best to be the strong pup I know I am supposed to be, but it is so hard. It breaks my heart to see the little girl so sad, and to hear the Mom and Dad talk about it might now be “the time.” Several times I have went to that veterinarians place, and the news is never good. Always talk about Congenital Problems. I just want to feel the warm sunshine and run, and play and nuzzle with my family.

Last night was the worst. Pain has been my constant companion now, it hurts even to get up and get a drink. I try to get up but can only whine in pain. I am taken in the car one last time. Everyone is so sad, and I don’t know why. Have I been bad? I try to be good and loving-what have I done wrong? Oh if only this pain would be gone! If only I could soothe the tears of the little girl. I reach out my muzzle to lick her hand, but can only whine in pain.

The veterinarian’s table is so cold. I am so frightened. The Humans all hug and love me.They cry into my soft fur. I can feel their love and sadness. I manage to lick softly their hands. Even the vet doesn’t seem so scary today. He is gentle and I sense some kind of relief for my pain. The little girl holds me softly and I thank her, for giving me all her love. I feel a soft pinch in my foreleg. The pain is beginning to lift, I am beginning to feel a peace descend upon me. I can now softly lick her hand.

My vision is becoming dreamlike now, and I see my Mother and my brothers and sisters, in a far off green place. They tell me there is no pain there, only peace and happiness. I tell the family goodbye in the only way I know how-a soft wag of my tail and a nuzzle of my nose. I had hoped to spend many, many moons with them, but it was not meant to be. “You see,” said the veterinarian, “Pet shop puppies do not come from ethical breeders.” The pain ends now, and I know it will be many years until I see my beloved family again. If only things could have been different.

(This story may be published or reprinted in the hopes that it will stop unethical breeders and those who breed only for money and not for the betterment of the breed)

Copyright 1999 J. Ellis

Source: http://www.dcr.net/~humane/index2.html