name game

hey guys. check out the picture at your right. yep, that's my new (japanese spitz) puppy, almost 2 months old. so sorry i don't have a better shot of him. i just got him last week so we're still in the getting to know each other stage. :P (pau's note: i changed the picture. hope you find it cuter ^_^)

anyway, help me pick out a name! i just ran out of cute puppy names (what, with all those pets who died in the last several months). usually kasi, after someone tells me she's gonna give me a puppy, my mind goes berserk and *boom!* i already have a host of names to choose from. when i get the puppy, i just give him/her the name that fits. but now, i'm having trouble giving him the perfect name. before i knew its sex (and breed), i wanted to name *it* kimmy, after kim clijsters and kim stolz from america's next top model. but when i got him, kimmy just doesn't seem to fit (besides the fact that it's too girly). i'm thinking of a japanese-inspired name, since he's a japanese spitz after all, but my mind is absolutely blank.

the poor thing has been nameless since his birth, so please help me out!

goodbye, chiqui

First, Justine withdraws, now this. My beloved Chiqui got hit by, er, several cars early this afternoon. Poor thing. I can't be sure, but she's probably in the early stages of pregnancy, as she had recently been in heat (for the first time!) last week.

*sigh* This year isn't starting so good. (Care to check that, Grammar Police?)

Lulu died today. Hit and run accident. Such rotten horrible cursed luck I have with the things I hold dear.

happy days are here again

I’m so happy. Last Friday, an aunt dropped in and gave me the puppies she promised me. She owns Tiny’s mother, and fortunately the bitch (Tiny’s mother, not my aunt) gave birth to four puppies last January. So when she (my aunt, not the bitch) found out that Tiny passed away (*sniff*), she told me she’ll give me two puppies. Para may spare in case something bad happens again. (Maybe I should just ask for the mother, so I’ll have a puppy factory.)

The puppies are so cute! And they still have puppy breath! Isn’t that adorable? They’re still a month and a half, and I had thought of returning them to their mother so they could drink breast milk for at least a few more weeks. But my uncle dissuaded me, saying that the mother probably wouldn’t recognize them as her pups anymore. So I feed them with milk na lang. I was tempted to buy them Pedigree, but the humans in this house would surely kill me.

I christened the puppies Lulu and Chino. Lulu is female and has the same coloring as Tiny: white, with a brown head and brown spots at the back. I named the male Chino because he’s like a cappuccino upside down: brown body with white underbelly. Lulu is chubbier and big-boned while Chino is thinner and has longer legs.

Lulu’s feisty and the friskier of the two. And she’s fearless. I read somewhere that if you want to nip bad behavior at the bud, you should scare them with loud noises when you catch them in the act. Well, I saw Lulu enter the garage (it’s a forbidden zone) so I made loud noises to make her go out, but she wasn’t even startled. After one glance at me, she continued sniffing the floor so I had to carry her out.

I also caught Chino chewing a slipper and made loud noises again. He got scared and fled the scene. I doubt if he’ll ever chew another footwear again. He’s also the more laidback and subdued of the two. He toddles around slowly and cautiously, while Lulu would scamper about.

Lulu is more frolicsome than Chino when it comes to playing with humans. But when they’re playing with each other, I can’t make a generalization. Sometimes, Chino would just lie there and let Lulu “attack” his ears or tail. Other times, it’s the other way around. Most of the time, though, when both are in playful moods, they’ll attack each other with gusto.

They take their naps after playing, and I think it’s reflex that they curl against each other for warmth. And the positions they get into! One time, I saw them in what I call the yin and yang. Lulu’s head (or cheek) was on Chino’s hind leg, and Chino’s on Lulu’s. I so wanted to take their picture then and there, but I’ve become superstitious na. I don’t want to take a picture of them. I took gazillions of pictures of my three other dogs, and look what happened to them. I’ll probably take their picture when they’re five (human) years old already. :P

And for the nth time, they’re so cute! :D

P. S.

Our older puppy, Chico, is insanely jealous and absolutely terrified of the two. It's so amusing to watch him squirm and then later run for his life as the two curios little devils attack him.

I just realized we have lost three dogs in four months. Four, if you count the one we lost in the middle of last year. And our cats are getting older, too. I think they’ve hit menopause (or a dry spell in the mating season) because they haven’t been pregnant for a long time. Oh well.

Obvious ba na pets lang and inaatupag ko dito sa bahay? :P

my beloved pooch, tiny


doesn't she have the saddest eyes?

Tiny Bubbles, my beloved pet dog, shouldn’t have died today. Had I followed my ritual of greeting my pets first thing in the morning, she would probably still be alive. She would’ve gone back to the dirty kitchen area instead of playing by the highway. But it’s Sunday and we were already running late for church. I figured I could play with them longer after mass. I was wrong.

I cried. I cried because her death was cruel in its swiftness. One minute she was happily rolling on the ground, the next she was being hit on the head by a truck. I cried because she was just six months old – too young to die. We only had her for a few months. But I cried more for myself because I know I’m going to miss her terribly.

*sigh* Why do we have the worst luck when it comes to pet dogs? :(

I bought three tiger barbs a couple of days ago. That’s a kind of tropical fish, if you still don’t know. They’re small and light brown, with four dark vertical stripes on their sides. Two of them died last week. They're in the freezer right now, awaiting burial. Don’t worry, it can’t be mistaken as ulam because I placed it inside a box of matches. Oh, and we’re planning to buy an aquarium (complete with aerator, filter and the customary miniature castle). But my younger sister, Nadya, and I have to use our own money. So we have to “work” in our family business. *sigh* My first taste of “independence” in the “real world.”

Nadya actually has more money, whether in the wallet or in the bank, than I have. And to think she’s ten years younger than I am.

By the way, she’s taking Math and Science classes that her school is offering this summer. It’s not because she failed or did poorly during the school year. She actually won a couple of Math contests already. District level nga lang, but she’s quite good. And this is not just the proud sister talking. Gahd, aren’t we a bunch of nerds.

But for all her potential, she has one shortcoming: she hates reading. She actually got sleepy after reading a page of Nancy Drew. (To her credit, it wasn’t really that interesting. Nevertheless…) So what’s wrong with that, you ask. A lot. How is she suppose to know important stuff when she won’t read anything other than her textbooks? How is she suppose to pass her entrance exams when her vocabulary is miserable and her reading skills are next to zero? Besides, reading is a way better than sitting in front of the idiot box all day. What is wrong with kids nowadays? Don’t they know that if they don’t read, they’re gonna grow up bobo? Sheesh.