I’ve wanted a dog to call my own for the longest time. When I was about 6 years old, I used to have an imaginary pet. An imaginary dog, to be exact. Whenever it was time to head out, I’d bring my ‘dog’ (never had a name for it though) along with me to the car and I’d make sure that my ‘dog’ would be safely in the car before I climbed in. During particularly long car rides, I’d even have a conversation with my ‘dog’. I wonder if my parents noticed and if they thought that their elder daughter was a bit of an oddball.
So yes, I have always ALWAYS wanted a dog to call my own. I love dogs. I’m definitely a dog person more than a cat person. I do like cats too but if I had to choose, the dog would win. Hands, or rather, paws down. The sister has a toy poodle named Domo and on some occassions, we’d take him out. However, he is, ultimately, not mine. He is also rather aloof towards me and despite my best efforts, doesn’t take to me very well even though he hung out with me a lot when I was staying at home. Hmph.
In fact, I love dogs so much that I remember vowing to myself that the first thing I’d get when I get my own place is a dog, never mind the furniture 🙂 I even knew exactly what type of dog I’d get: A miniature schnauzer.
We’ve got our own place now and the first few bits we got for the house were necessities and definitely not a dog. We went through our daily life (sleep-work-home-eat-sleep) with little kinks thrown into the mix. My yearning for a dog never faded and I was constantly hopeful that one day, we’d get one to join our twosome family. I dream of days where I’d take my (real) dog out for walks in the neighbourhood, to a picnic at Botanic Gardens, to the beach where he/she will frolick in the sand and water, and the list goes on.
A couple of days ago, I was about to hit the sack when I read this tweet from a colleague-turned-friend:
I almost hyperventiled
and fell off the bed in excitement. I replied her immediately to say YES I’M INTERESTED!! and after a flurry of Twitter exchanges, it was decided that I’d go check out the dog the next day. (The boy wasn’t around as he’s off serving the Nation. Again. For the nth time.)
When I first laid eyes on the female miniature schnauzer that was up for adoption, my heart melted into a puddle of goo. She was GORGEOUS. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect but when Moon (that’s her name!) bounded towards me, leaped onto my thighs and proceeded to try and lick my face, I was sold. She was such a sweet and affectionate little thing. How could someone bear to give her up?! I mean, look at her!
Apparently, she and her brother Sky were bought as puppies from a pet shop by a rich family. They couldn’t decide to get Sky or Moon and ended up buying both (!). 3 years passed and their excuse for not being able to keep the dogs?
We have no time.
What. The. F***?! Pardon my French but what is wrong with such people?! How can you buy a pet, or in this case, TWO PETS, and then decide 3 years down the road that you ‘don’t have time’ for it? Pets are not old furniture that you throw out! To make matters worst, Sky and Moon were kept in a small enclosure with barely enough space to run. And guess who was looking after them? The family maid. She ended up feeding the both of them loads of food which led to both dogs being really fat. To be honest, I’ve never seen fatter schnauzers!
Case in point: Moon was so fat, she couldn’t stand on her hind legs for more than 1 second! I guess the consolation was the fact that both dogs had good quality food to eat and it was evident in their general good condition. Moon had sparkly big eyes, a shiny coat and a set of pretty teeth. Almost show dog quality, if you ask me.
To cut a long story short, I pleaded and begged
with tears in my eyes with the boy to allow me to keep her. It’s not that he’s against dogs or doesn’t like them. I mean, Domo prefers his company to mine – that says a lot, yes? He was being my steady rock of a husband, trying to be practical. Just when I thought the battle was lost and that we weren’t going to adopt Moon afterall:
“Do you really like the dog?” he asked gently.
“Yes. Very much”, I answered in a soft voice.
“If I say no, will you give me this face for a long time?” (this face is a cross between a sad face and a pout)
“Well, maybe. Ok, most definitely”
“Ok then. Let’s compromise. You can keep her but we’d only bring her home one month from now, ok? In the meantime, you can get the house and yourself ready for her.”
At this point, I couldn’t believe my ears. Did my darling of a husband finally relented and said yes? Did he? Did he???!!!
It took me a while to believe that he actually gave me his blessings. With shaking hands, I rang darthycdious and said with a trembling voice:
“Hey, guess what? The boy said OK! We can keep Moon!”
To say that I’m over the moon (sorry, couldn’t help the pun!) is an understatement. So what if I have to wait a month? I’ve already been waiting almost all my life for a dog, for my VERY. OWN. DOG. A month is nothing 🙂