Sunday, October 2
On the morning after that dinner night, I was devastated by the news that my dog got killed in a car accident. Apparently, the fucking driver decided to ellope and watch "The Simpsons" at home instead of pulling over and have the conscience and decency to take responsibilty on his actions. Despicable.
I knew something was wrong when my dog wasn't anywhere to be seen when I whistled. This was just before I was leaving for the dinner. I didn't even get to name her.
She was a little black stray dog with white patches on her legs and belly aged a few months old and eventually end up at my aunt's place after much straying. My grandma had a soft spot for little dogs so we took her in and fed her as fat as a cow. I thought her simple obedient tricks like sitting, rolling over, and jumping on verbal commands. She never failed to crack a laugh in me. She always had a toungue for sweet food and her favourite is chocolate, like me, I kid you not. Whenever I whistled, she'll run towards me and give a strong hard wag with her tail for me till her whole body goes wagging along in synch. Her notorious leisure for fun is shredding papers with her paw, particularly newspapers which deserves her a little slap on her butt every single time. I didn't even have the chance to give her a name, imagine how I felt.
How can one just run over a collared dog and drive away like that?! Sheesh..
I knew something was wrong when my dog wasn't anywhere to be seen when I whistled. This was just before I was leaving for the dinner. I didn't even get to name her.
She was a little black stray dog with white patches on her legs and belly aged a few months old and eventually end up at my aunt's place after much straying. My grandma had a soft spot for little dogs so we took her in and fed her as fat as a cow. I thought her simple obedient tricks like sitting, rolling over, and jumping on verbal commands. She never failed to crack a laugh in me. She always had a toungue for sweet food and her favourite is chocolate, like me, I kid you not. Whenever I whistled, she'll run towards me and give a strong hard wag with her tail for me till her whole body goes wagging along in synch. Her notorious leisure for fun is shredding papers with her paw, particularly newspapers which deserves her a little slap on her butt every single time. I didn't even have the chance to give her a name, imagine how I felt.
How can one just run over a collared dog and drive away like that?! Sheesh..
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Dezmond sprouts at 10/02/2005 11:17:00 AM | Permalink
2 Comments:
--------------------------------------------------hey.. sorry for that.. it's like u missed a piece of ur heart. btw.. the previous acne comments... very sien hoh.. people actually find another way to advertise their products..
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TanPuiWen, at
4:45 PM
poor bitch.. sigh..
Yea.. didn't know there were comment spams.. LoL
By Dezmond, at
11:36 PM
