Pebble is family. (Part 1)
The way Pebble enters our lives was somewhat odd, but swift. Odd because my mum warned me a million times against bringing a dog home. Swift because the transition period was really brief; everyone just kind of accepted her.
14 Feb 2006:
I was walking home from the clinic this vday and saw someone walking her dog. Strange enough, I had this feeling I was going to have a dog that day. Don’t ask why. Call it the woman’s sixth sense. It’s silly but I was looking out for dogs while I made my way home, and thought to myself that if I see one, I would bring it back.
Of course, I see none at all.
The bizarre thing happened when my sister asked if I wanted a puppy for a week. No, I didn't tell her anything about dogs when i reached home. Hmm. Her friend’s Shihtzu and Jack Russell gave birth to 4 babies. One died prematurely and of the three, two looks like Shihtzu and the other, Jack Russell.
I didn’t give her a definite yes or no. My parents were away for a week, the timing seems excellent. But the bugging thought was how they, my mum especially, will go ballistic if they realize we brought a dog home.
15 Feb 2005:
Pebble arrived at my house on 15th February 2006. It was a regular Wednesday night until Jamie, my sister’s friend, came looking for me with a little thing in her arms. Surprise surprise.
Pebble is family. Why do I say so?
Because Pebble looks so much like a Jack Russell and I never like JRT to start with. (I think they are ugly and too muscular for me.) I always thought my sister's going to bring home a Shihtzu lookalike, if we decided to adopt one; albeit for a week. I like lazy dogs and I like Shihtzu ‘cause they look stupid (with positive connotation).
But Pebble has the most pathetic looking eyes ever. It’s difficult not to fall in love with her. That night she was feeling extremely sad. It's to no surprise because she was only 6 weeks old when she came. Too young definitely.
I gave her my pillow as her makeshift bed, sang her lullaby to make her sleep (and it works!) and slept by the sofa to watch her.
That 1st night, she wakes up every 30 minutes or so to whine. Yea, she is very sad indeed. I patted her a little each time and she’ll return to sleep, only to do the same thing 30 minutes later.
Pebble's 1st few days with us.
Pebble is family because it doesn’t matter how she look, we accepted her all the same.
14 Feb 2006:
I was walking home from the clinic this vday and saw someone walking her dog. Strange enough, I had this feeling I was going to have a dog that day. Don’t ask why. Call it the woman’s sixth sense. It’s silly but I was looking out for dogs while I made my way home, and thought to myself that if I see one, I would bring it back.
Of course, I see none at all.
The bizarre thing happened when my sister asked if I wanted a puppy for a week. No, I didn't tell her anything about dogs when i reached home. Hmm. Her friend’s Shihtzu and Jack Russell gave birth to 4 babies. One died prematurely and of the three, two looks like Shihtzu and the other, Jack Russell.
I didn’t give her a definite yes or no. My parents were away for a week, the timing seems excellent. But the bugging thought was how they, my mum especially, will go ballistic if they realize we brought a dog home.
15 Feb 2005:
Pebble arrived at my house on 15th February 2006. It was a regular Wednesday night until Jamie, my sister’s friend, came looking for me with a little thing in her arms. Surprise surprise.
Pebble is family. Why do I say so?
Because Pebble looks so much like a Jack Russell and I never like JRT to start with. (I think they are ugly and too muscular for me.) I always thought my sister's going to bring home a Shihtzu lookalike, if we decided to adopt one; albeit for a week. I like lazy dogs and I like Shihtzu ‘cause they look stupid (with positive connotation).
But Pebble has the most pathetic looking eyes ever. It’s difficult not to fall in love with her. That night she was feeling extremely sad. It's to no surprise because she was only 6 weeks old when she came. Too young definitely.
I gave her my pillow as her makeshift bed, sang her lullaby to make her sleep (and it works!) and slept by the sofa to watch her.
That 1st night, she wakes up every 30 minutes or so to whine. Yea, she is very sad indeed. I patted her a little each time and she’ll return to sleep, only to do the same thing 30 minutes later.
Pebble's 1st few days with us.
Pebble is family because it doesn’t matter how she look, we accepted her all the same.
... to be continued.
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