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Sunday, January 10, 2010

the thought of letting bobby and winnie go just kills me.
i don't know if it was selfish of me to adopt them in the first place.
i was mad excited about adopting dog cause i love dogs to bits.
apparently, a family was willing to take them in, and pay for any of their medical bills,
no matter how much it would cost them.
but the dogs came to me eventually cause i accepted the offer first.

i remember the first day when i brought them home.
i rang vicknesh every sec they did something.
cause i was unsure of everythingg.
i had to leash them up cause of my grandmother.
i took the risk of bringing them back knowing my grandmother detest dogs.
they barked non stop whenever no one was in sight.
probably they were traumatised or either not used to the environment.
i was in distress of whether to keep them further or not.
just after the first day.
i didn't know if i had sufficient energy to keep it going.
they were pretty sick.
one of them had blood in her diarrhea,
and the other had blood in the urine.
my heart sinks whenever i see them in such a state.

then gradually, everything else seems to fall in place.
i kept them in my house for more than a month of so.
for most who doesn't know, i told my grandmother that its my friend's dog,
and that she had to go overseas.
but how long can i keep this lie going?
apparently, i had to put the dogs at debbie's place.

but then again, she has a dog.
and its illegal to keep more than 2 small dogs in a hdb flat.
moreover, bobby and winnie barks whenever people are at the door.

so here they are back at my house again.
you don't really wanna know what i told my grandmother.
but vick has already found them a permenant owner.
and i'm pretty reluctant about the whole situation.
nothing to do with the new family, cause they are great.
but to part with them just pains me so much.
i wanna persuade my grandmother,
but i'm not sure if its works.
i'm buying for time.

i'd rather not go shopping and get them treats and toys.
i'd fufil any conditions, like doing the chores, just to keep them.
i'd take the time to bring them for walk everyday no matter how tired i am.
i'd sacrifice any time i have just to give them love and play with them.

i hope granny understands.

i'd sink into depression the day they leave my hands.


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