I had quite a boring week this week. Nothing too exciting happened on account of my hooman’s constant absence from home. She had to earn a living to afford my kibbles and doggie paraphernalia… and I guess, a doggie scholarship for my college education is in the works, too.
So while I mull over the lack of activity in my household, let me tell you what happened when I went out for a nice walkie last weekend.
My human siblings brought me for a walkie towards the nearest hamburger/hotdog station. On the way, manong stopped for some icecream. The store owner took notice of me and remarked that I was huge and already of age to consider becoming a daddy. I was flummoxed. Just what did he mean by that?
Manang immediately answered in my defense. “He is still a baby.” She said.
“How old is he?” the man continued. He is taking care of numerous dogs of different breeds- from Pugs, Huskies, Japanese Spitzes, Golden Retrievers, Labrador Retrievers, German Shepherd, Cocker Spaniels and Shih Tzus. “He is more than a year old, isn’t he?”
“He just turned 1, sir”. Manang replied.
“Oh, that is old enough. He will make the perfect match for my Labrador.” He said enthusiastically.
“You meant the black one? But, isn’t she still very young? I gather she is less than a year…?”
“Ah, yes, I guess… perhaps, my Labrador can wait. But I also have a Golden Retriever. Maybe he can be the father to my Golden Retriever.”
The hoomans grinned politely. “Our Aki is still a baby sir. He does not know anything about fatherhood yet.”
Moving away, all three of us shook our heads. The man wanted so bad to have me sire his dogs. Too bad we didn’t have the courage to tell him I do not have enough “balls” to fit the bill of a perfect sire. Besides, I am perfectly fine being the baby of the house, no sense rushing into any fatherly duties when there are too many out there in need of furrever homes.
On a more serious note, I am reminded of how lucky I am to still be around to think about such things. In most countries, including ours, dogs like myself end up being ‘destroyed’ by known kennels because we are perceived to be ‘defective’ and ‘producing’ such ‘defective’ dogs would tarnish their reputation.
I do not know if my mummy’s keeper (kennel where I was adopted from) knew I was a monochrid. Had he known, would he have done things differently? I told myself that it does not matter now. What’s important is that I have a home, sister Poopie and a family of loving humans who treat me like I was the warmest ray of sunshine, the most refreshing splash of rain shower and the gooiest bar of chocolate that they’ve laid their eyes upon. And for that I will always be grateful.
Please visit Charlie and Opy’s bloggie on how we can all show our support for Bogart and his family. His daddy needs all the puppy, kitty, hammie and what-have-yous zen available. Let us all join paws and give their family their miracle!