I am finally back from my surprisingly rewarding vacation. I say that with pride not only because I came back a “healthier”, (manang prefers “fat”, but really what does she know?) “wiser” and more mature dog.
How can I say I am healthier? hehe… That’s because my kuya Emer a.ka. Holiday Nanny was uber nice to me during my 14-day exile and took pity on the fact that I was all cooped up in my house for the entire “vacation”. He was so nice that he decided to bend the rules a little bit and give me an extra cup of kibbles “occasionally”. As you may all guess, the extra “love” settled itself prominently around my belly and gave me that extra swaggering motion when I go for walkies.
I can also say I grew wiser because I now finally broke ‘the spell’ binding my hoomans and their pockets. The “stingy spell” had been hounding me for months and now I’m free of it... yay!
If you recall these little numbers…
Well, they are no more!
To my old bowl,
I thank you for your almost 12 months of service. You had been with me since I was too young to make a dent on your matte surface. You saw me through changing diets, falling and growing teefies, pasta celebrations and growing families. What we had was special but I felt that keeping you would only restrict my diet. I am a big boy now and I am befitting of a bowl fit for an adult.
To my old harness,
I thank you for accompanying me throughout my walkies. We may have not spent as much time as your bowl counterpart but please know that you are special for you came from my Mommy Lilli and for that you will always hold a special place in my heart. Thank you for the extra support that you lent me when I needed it most, having you was such a welcome change from those nasty collars I was used to. You were indeed my friend, yet a growing boy’s manly chest needs to grow out into its full size- you will only restrict that.
To my rambunctious alter ego,
I did not really say goodbye to you. You will always be a special part of me because you gave me the power to make the hoomans speak a little louder, run a little faster, move a little quicker and forgive and forget more frequently. Without you, I could not free the extra inner angels of my hoomans. Manang and manong will never know the extent of their patience and love for me. Only you can do that, that is why I plan to keep you around for a bit although maybe not as frequent as before. This is a new year for me and I too want to show my hoomans that I intend to lead a glucose-free life.
Having said that, I can feel at ease with myself and my so called wrongdoings. (I have heard manang attributed my actions to boredom and sadness. yeah right.). Truth be told, that was actually my way of “de-cluttering”… of freeing myself of the negative energies to make way for the positive ones.
I don’t know if my hoomans have opened their eyes and accepted the wisdom in my reasons but even old folks need to grow sometimes. Surely, there are far wiser reasons behind the decisions we make. That is the mantra that we dogs live by.
This 2009, I have resolved to celebrate my dogness (the essence of my being a dog per manang’s Philosophy 1 Teacher). I have come to peace with the fact that we are a gifted specie, who, regardless of size and strength, can bring the homosapiens to a fit and frenzy even at the slightest whim . We are gifted with the ability to soothe any tangible or intangible pain and we are given hoomans who devote themselves to us just as we devote ourselves entirely to them.
With that, I pray that dogs (as well as other animals) will flourish even in the Year of The Ox. Maybe world domination is still far ahead, but we can each work on that one hooman at a time. For now I bid all of you A Happy New Year!