Showing posts with label About the Animal Doctor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label About the Animal Doctor. Show all posts

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Scarlet's Note: Please excuse our Secretary, she got someone out of jail and can't keep the story to herself.


Secretary's Note:

It was two years ago when I first saw Bam ( not his real name). The Animal Doc was driving me to work, when we passed by Bam's house and spotted his small wire cage. That was where I saw him the following day and every single day that I went to work.

I felt sad for Bam. On Christmas 2008, I wrapped him a gift consisting of food bowl and treats, with a note wishing he could get out of his cage soon. I was elated when Bam actually used the food bowl, but he did not get his reprieve.

Christmas 2009, I again dropped him a gift. It was a leash and collar, with a note letting him know how sad I was to see him imprisoned, and that it was my Christmas wish for him to be freed from time to time and be taken out for walks.

I almost forgot about him, but when I went back to work this January, a surprise was waiting for me. Yes, Bam outside his cage! I was so excited that I called the Animal Doctor from work and begged him to take pictures ( Please excuse the blurry images) for my remembrance. And bring some treats, I squealed.

Goodbye Prison, I hope I never see you again!


Hello walkies! Lorenza, will you be my date?


But the Animal Doc is not so good with detective work and was caught by Bam's owner. He had to come clean and admit that we were the ones dropping gifts to their dog. Lucky for him, Bam's hooman did not call the police. She welcomed our gestures, though unsolicited. She also told us that she wont be keeping Bam inside his cage anymore.Tomorrow, the Animal Doc will go back to give Bam his vaccines, while I might take him out for a walkie myself

It has always been my habit to observe dogs when I'm on the road. Some images amuse me, but some can be ugly. I used to close my eyes because the only way that I could avoid tormenting myself with these images, is to pretend that they are not happening. But not anymore today. It gives me courage to confront animal suffering knowing that I could do something about it if I chose to.

Looking back to a year of sacrifices and hard work for animals in need, I want to thank the one person who truly deserves much of the credit: the Animal Doctor. By providing his facilities, expertise and services, as well as immense patience and understanding, he has empowered me to realize my Purpose in life. Now I see the full benefits of marrying a veterinarian. LOL.

P.S. Talking about gifts, big thanks to Charlie's Mom for sending gifts to our dogs. For the past two christmasses, they have not been getting any gifts from us because we told them its better to give than receive. Im sure Moy would stop whining and throwing words like "lame".




Thanks to Sweepy, Popsy Sumo and Bogart who sent us a lovely christmas story via email. Thanks for all our friends who sent us lovely cards and greetings last holiday. May 2010 be a wonderful year for all of us. :)

Monday, January 4, 2010

Gone to Boracay

We apologize for not visiting your blog and leaving comments because our hoomans went on a holiday vacation to Boracay. This tourist destination is known all over the world for its white sandy beaches. Mom had to borrow a picture from the internet to show you. Oh, she did bring her Nikon DSLR with her, but the only picture she took was that of this cat outside their hotel room. Lame.


P. S.

Boracay is about 5 hours drive from the city of Iloilo, which is the Secretary's hometown.The Animal Doc mentioned that Mom kept fretting during their trip because dogs loitered in the highway and seemed to be oblivious of speeding busses, trucks and cars behind them. Fortunately the hoomans did not see any fresh road kill.

Mom said the dogs in the rural areas were taller and more muscular than city stray dogs. Food is probably sufficient because people in the farm keep livestocks and grow their own rice and vegetables. The fields are also vast enough for dogs to run and exercise. Mom saw a dog running down a hill. She also saw dog trying to engage a carabao to play. The poor dog was play bowing repeatedly, but the big black beast just ignored him. It was a funny sight, Mom goshed.

I wish city dogs like us could one day go to the farm, smell fresh clean air, and run like crazy in the rice fields. But I would like to see the beach, before anything else.

~Scarlet

Sunday, June 15, 2008

A special day for the Animal Doctor


Happy Father's Day,
Dear Itay!

Play With Me
by Warren Throckmorton

Theres a magic moment sent down from the sky.
Descending so stealthily, it almost passes me by.
It may be in the morning or the late afternoon,
Or sometime after midnight, when the cow jumps over the moon.

Come, play with me.
Your presence is requested at a banquet for a bear.
The giraffe and the tiger insist you be there.
Please, hurry daddy, the tea is getting cold.
And you are getting old.
Come stay with me, play with me, daddy, please. . .

She brightens me with sunshine twinkling from her eyes.
She captures me with silence and playful long good-byes.
Its see you later alligator, after while crocodile.
Watch my special cartwheel, lets be buddies for a while.

And come, play with me.
Your presence is requested at a banquet for a bear.
The giraffe and the tiger insist you be there.
Please, hurry daddy, the tea is getting cold.
And you are getting old.
Come stay with me, play with me, daddy, please. . .

Our Dogs in Iloilo City