Christmas Dogs

Our friend Lorenza wanted to see our christmas tree, so here it is:




There are no gifts for us underneath the tree, because here they are:

( drum roll please)

Woody

Bambi

Blaze

HUWAAAAT? Moy spluttered and Jappy blinked in disbelief. "B-but those are real puppies, not toys!"

These puppies belong to our neighbors who did not want them in the first place but did nothing to prevent their dogs from making puppies. They already gave Bambi away but I guess her suppawsedly new family did not want her either. Aki and Shelly guessed correctly, these three little puppies are going to live in our house until we find a family who will really want them. Some hoomans might have treated them badly in the past because the pups scurry to their hiding place whenever hoomans try to approach them.

The Secretary told us about Christmas during our last sunday story time. She likened the three puppies to the Three Kings. Woody, Bambi and Blaze came to our house to present us with gifts:

an opportunity to show

love,
kindness and
compassion

to another living being.

Christmas is a time for gift giving, and some people think dogs make good gifts. Not so! This misconception is often the cause of misery and sadness to a lot of pet animals. For once, my nitwit brothers said something right. These puppies are not toys. They are live animals that have needs 24/7. They are not stuffies that hoomans can throw away or keep in a box when they outgrow their puppy cuteness or when they no longer fit the hoomans schedule or life plan.

This season, puppy millers are scrambling on their feet, getting their dogs mated without much thought; pet shops abound with animals in various sizes and shapes. Before you even begin to ask how much is that doggie in the window, please please please think of the thousands of homeless dogs in the street or in shelters hoping for some warmth and forever love this Christmas. Please think twice if you really need to buy a dog or if the person you'll be giving it to is prepared for the big responsibility.

By adoption, not only will there be one less unwanted dog in this world, but another person makes a stand against the indiscriminate breeding of animals solely for money.

It is,

A Mission

My real siblings Benji and Wacky are having a howling time in our house. Benji reached her target weight and compared to before, she really is much happier and livelier these days. She's no longer taking those yucky pills and is allowed to eat regular food. The Animal Doctor stole a bit of her blood yesterday to check if her kidneys will be fine with this arrangement, and the kidneys said yes! My brother, Wacky, on the other paw, will be neutered today. Thank God, he has no other major health issues.

I am a bit very sad because the Secretary told me that Benji and Wacky are going home to their adoptive moms this Sunday. Benji's Mom already visited our house and told Benji to come home. Wacky's Mom promised that she will sort her personal problems so she could take better care of my brother.

The Secretary is sad too, she hugged me and made me understand that we have to let Benji and Wacky go home because we have a new job to do.

~ It is~

Broken

The Animal Doctor had to amputate this dog's left forelimb after a traumatic fall caused his bones to break in several fragments ( a comminuted fracture). Tiny dogs are fragile and we do not recommend them as companions or playmates to very young children who may accidentally pull their leg or drop them to the ground.

This dog is lucky to have a family who loves him and is willing to spend for his treatment. If amputation was not performed, gangrene would develop and result to life threatening infection.

High five, anyone?

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Murder!

The Animal Doctor plead self defense.

The rat, which was bigger than a new born pup, had been claiming a stake in our house and our food supply. I caught up with him one night when he knocked over a tumbler in the kitchen. The rodent was clearly not amenable to negotiation because instead of escaping through the open door, he came charging at me like a demented assailant. I was screaming and jumping from one couch to another ( but managed to shoot with my cam anyway) until the Animal Doctor delivered the lethal blow on his head.

It was a good thing that the dogs slept through the mayhem, but I feel horrible that a bloodshed had to end my stand off with the rodent.

Confession

I have developed an obsession with towels. It started when our decision to offer grooming services at the Pet Clinic drove me to a relentless search for good quality towels at dirt cheap price. Because these towels do not really last long with the constant washing and bleaching, my obsession became insatiable. Its as if my brain is wired with a homing device that sends me straight to the towel section of every mall and department store. Banners and placards announcing 50% off discount equally seduce me to rummage through the mountain of towels on sale. Its crazy. Soon I started giving towels as gifts too.

My latest find is a Microtowel which is made of microfiber. It is highly absorbent and has a luxurious feel even at a ridiculously low price 0f P100 ( about 2$). I bought a set for our grooming services and another for use by our patients at the confinement section. I think the sick animals would feel better cuddled to something warm and fluffy.