So we have two dogs. A Golden Retriever named Xiao Bi and a supermutt named Coco.
They are lovely dogs. I love that they are so active and energetic everyday and that they love running around the yard chasing among themselves. And they don’t care if they have knocked down a planter or two – they will turn around and bark and them, as if the planters shouldn’t be there blocking their way in the first place. Oh talk about the messiness!
But. I hate the way they greet other dogs, and the way they react when they are not appropriately greeted by other dogs.
You wanna know what will happen when they do it their way?
There will be wounds and bruises on my knees, elbows, and chin. Oh and not to forget that pain on my hip too!
Yes that’s what my dogs did to me last Sunday. I took them out for our usual evening walk as me and Wah had a little argument and I thought it would be great for me to handle them more by myself so they could see me more as their pack leader too – by the way, I occasionally handled them and used to walk them so I didn’t think it would be a problem. But when we saw a neighbour and stopped to talk for a while, and another neighbour’s dog came barking and trying to snip them, they went all crazy. Just when I thought I’ve settled them down and wanted to turn and start walking again, Xiao Bi wanted to approach the dog so badly that she knocked me down and dragged me along!
I don’t wanna talk about how embarrassing it was falling down in the middle of the road with so many people looking at me. I wanna talk about how painful the wounds are. The last time I fell down was god-knows-when, and despite constantly telling my little niece lately that when she falls down she doesn’t have to cry and should get up on her own, the fact is I didn’t even remember how it feels like falling down! AND NOW I REMEMBER! Urgh!
So the neighbour sent me and the dogs back, and I immediately washed up the wounds under running water. AND DAMN IT IT WAS SO PAINFUL that my tear would come down any moment. But little niece followed me everywhere to see me cleaning them so to live up to what I said to her, I cannot cry. I CANNOT CRY!
But I cursed.
So people. Please be nice and don’t ask me out for the next 1-2 weeks. Not until at least that bump and scratches under my chin are gone and my wounds are starting to heal that I don’t have to put cotton wool and patches all over myself.
