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Popularity 1Viewed 1933 times 2017-3-5 09:17 |Personal category:life|System category:Life| dog

I watched A Dogs Purpose this afternoon. It is not a particularly good movie. But it touched me all the same.


I had had a few pets when I was little, dogs and cats. Even though I grew up in an extended family and have a younger sister, I still treated my pets like my best friends. My parents were away a lot and I constantly had bickers with my sister and cousins, so it made sense for me to treat my pets like my best buddies.


I would talk with them and play with them. The dog I had used to walk with me to my primary school and would come there to get me in the afternoon. It was there basically wherever I went. One of the cats I had accompanied me a long long time until it said goodbye to this world quietly one afternoon at my old place. I once even witnessed the cat giving birth to little kitties. It was miraculous to see the kitties wrapped in a membrane. After emerging from it, it would struggle to stand up and to wobble all the way to try to find its mother for some milk. Thanks to the pets, I had a relatively wonderful childhood. It was rather nice to have them there and showed their affection towards me.  


I truly love the pets. Once the dog I had bit somebody and my parents and grandparents wanted to kill it for dog meat as it was already not the first time for it to do that. I still remember this clearly because I was begging crying and screaming and cursing them for killing it just for dog meat. I was so heartbroken about the idea that they were gonna murder it without considering my feelings that I seriously wanted to hit them with something. Nothing could stop the anger and sadness inside me. In the end, they had to give up. But the god was so frightened that it ran away and didn't dare to come back.


Once entering my junior high school, I wasn't home that much as the school was quite a walk from my home. I started staying in the dorm after entering senior high school. I didn't really have what is demanded to take care of a pet. But I have always loved dogs and cats.


Months ago, I fell into this status where I didn't seem to be able to escape the fear, anxiety and sadness that kept sort of haunting me. During that period of time, I was thinking a lot about who I was and what I wanted to do with my life. I suppose a lot of people do this once in a while. I desperately wanted to figure out the answers to these questions and still failed. I reckon it is just like what is stated in the movie " Trying to make sense of life is a waste of time. Sometimes, it is just pointless to try to make sense of things. Maybe there is no sense."


Anyway, I was so troubled by those questions that I was even a bit depressed. Then I thought about the dogs I had and this reminded me of the pure happiness they brought into my childhood which has turned into my fond memory. One day, I brought about the topic about getting a dog. My sister approved this plan with equal enthusiasm and promised to help me attend it when my job got busy.


Days later, we got a Corgi. It is mainly black with white dotted around his neck and belly. As it looked a lot like a meat loaf, I thought I was gonna call it meat loaf. (Haha, this is a terrible name!) The night I got him, I was extremely excited. It seemed a bit scared coming to this entirely new environment all of the sudden. It didn't dare to drink the water I offered. When I placed him on the ground, he stared sniffling around the flat with his butt wiggling. His short legs and wiggling butt make him a really adorable creature.


Having a dog in the city is way more troublesome than having it in the countryside. I have to make sure the dog is timely fed with appropriate food so that it won't develop any disease. I have to help get rid of his waste daily. I also have to spare time to walk it or just play with him to make him feel loved. At the very beginning, I wasn't really confident about looking after it as it seemed such a big commitment. Before getting the dog, my friend warned me about the responsibility I would have to shoulder. I just said that I wanted to do things that could make me happy and I didn't really want to think too much about the consequences sometimes as I was afraid that it would hold me back about making that decision.


 Several days after his arrival, he found his sense of security in the flat and around me and my sister. He was much more active and wasn't tentative at all any more. After half a month passed, the little dog got so cozy at home that he would run around the flat so fast that sometimes I would worry that he would hit himself on the wall because he didn't seem to be able to hit a brake of his body. Then he started chewing everything within his reach. He destroyed pretty much all the meaty plants on the balcony. He would chew the shoes, the vegetables in the kitchen, the tissues and everything he could find in the garbage bin. My sister and I soon found it was so greedy that he could eat pretty much everything that was eatable in his sense. When we tried to stop him, he would simply swallow it without chewing. We sometimes got angry and would lock him up. But I often had to let him out soon after that as he invariably gave that pitiful book, with watery eyes staring at me and being meek at the same. Once he is out, he is like a wild animal running up and down again.


It has been with me for a long time, but I have already been used to his existence in this family. Big as the commitment is, I will try to keep him well and happy. I suppose to love the owner and meanwhile to feel loved are purposes of a dog.



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Reply Report shehemego 2017-3-12 21:19
While I was reading your blog, I was feeling a little down for you losing your accompanying doggie. Yet, following your stories with dogs, I turned to put on my smile when you were talking about descriptions of your "meat loaf". When I knew you were raising a new doggie and there were some trouble times with her(just guess) but caring and love for her, I was resonated and understood it was a tough work for a doggie owner but love and caring for a doggie were just what seemed to have existed since we are born and seemed to live in our hearts for so long and for evermore. I was exposed to dogs and cats while I was little, too. Relations with dogs seem not to end for my lifetime.
Reply Report Min1989 2017-3-16 09:14
shehemego: While I was reading your blog, I was feeling a little down for you losing your accompanying doggie. Yet, following your stories with dogs, I turned to ...
Thank you for your comment. It is indeed a big commitment to have a pet. Even though it can be very naughty sometimes, it is still nice to have it around, you know to have something to love and to feel being needed by a creature.

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