collin and dogs.

You don't hear me ranting about wanting a dog anymore, do you?

Firstly, it has got to do with the fact I ain't not moving anymore. More importantly though, was what Collin said to me one day when I was discussing animatedly about buying dogs – the breed, the gender, blah.

He said something in the line of “it’s your dog; it’s up to your decision”.

Now, you may not understand how in relationships specifying boundaries using words like “mine” and “yours” are extremely sensitive issues.

Further probing, he finally said, “if you get a dog, I will take care of it but I will take care of it like it’s your dog”.

Seriously, I was hurt. I am hurt. Because all along, throughout the entire length (and breadth and depth) of our relationship, I always thought it was mutual that one day we will get a dog and it will be OURS, not “yours”.

(Wait. In the 1st place, you don't hear me rant about Collin that much anymore. Not that we've been quarrelling but the last time we did, i posted some spiteful entries and apparently his friend's friend reads my blog and told his friend. So this friend asked Collin about it and eventually Collin confronted asked me about it.

Yah yah. I understand perfectly whatever I put up here is in the public domain. You are free to use it however you like to. Generally I do not enjoy people quoting me out of context because sometimes whatever is said here are out of impulse or are momentary emotions; and it also depends how comfortable I am with you to share things further.

So I would like to ask of you, whatever you read here, stays here. Ok, i guess that's impossible. Aiya, do whatever you want to. But please respect that if we want to tell you more, we would alright?)

Ok. I digressed badly. Where was I?

Don’t get started about how couples get engrossed about making things “OURS”, I perfectly understand how we all need our own space and not everything has to be shared. (That will be kind of disgusting isn’t it?)

Assumptions kill.

Anyway, I went as far as calling up Xiang asking her if Oreo was “hers” or “theirs”. Childish? You can call it social comparison. Needless to say it was theirs lar.



Oreo says *yawn* hi.
The implication lies here – if you have a family unsupportive of the whole dog idea, you will need a mate to battle it through (literally) with you. (Jackson, good job you!)

But yes, it will be mine, mine, mine! (I wrote a hazy entry about this which I can’t seem to be able to find now.) Stop living in your fairy tale and here’s your wake up call. And it might just be all the better that I know now than to have a non-committal him after the dog is in our hands.

Enough about (sometimes) irky bf, here’s my favourite dogs' list:

My all time love: Shih Tzu
I love the flatness of their faces ’cause they look like they would smash their faces into walls wherever they go (kind of sadist but cute!). Perfect ‘cause they are incredibly lazy at times, and cheery at others.

New love: Dachshund
Simply 'cause of the short legs! I am tickled just by imagining them run so hard but cover only a short distance regardless.

Maltese

The jumpier version of Shih Tzu; equally endearing.

Golden Retriever

Need I say more?

If all the pictures of the dogs tug at your purse strings, make sure they tug at your heart strings as well.

While channel-hopping yesterday, there was this news that speculates that abandonment cases of dogs may be on the rise as we enter the Lunar Year of the Dog. I mean, that's crap. So do you get a dragon in the Lunar Year of the Dragon? A cow? A monkey? A tiger? (Maybe people would if they could. Oh wells..)

I am hesitant about bringing in this cliche phrase but i am saying it nonetheless 'cause it speaks so much truth:

to you, he might as be a dog.
but to him, you are everything.