The Day We Met

Last Sunday we sent our dog to get ligation. We hospitalized it for a week. Today, we finally got it back from the vet. When it saw our face from the cage, it shook its tail so hard that it bounced a rhythmic beat against the iron bars of the cage. It looked as if it saw a pool of water in front of it after wandering in desert for days. This actually reminded me of the day when we first picked it up from the stray. Yes, it is a stray dog. It hometown is in Nanliao. We met on the PAS biking field trip. Someone saw it roaming around the street alone. When they picked it up, they found out that it is sick. They thus decided to bring it back and offer it with medical treatments as well as a home. After several discussions (and some disputed) with my family, we adopted it. At first, we worried that it could survive. Back then it’s January, it’s very cold. And the one-month old puppy was sick. Yet, as if it was a miracle, the little puppy recovered from the illness and grew to a beautiful hound dog. We serve it with cooked pumpkin and potato for everyday meals. We also massage it every night, making sure that its muscle is relaxed and it is comfortable. We even bath it with Hinoki soothing oil, so that its fur is smooth and shining. Given these kinds of high class care every day, it has considered itself as human rather than as a dog. As a result, it must freak out when it live in the hospital, along with other animals that are not belongs to its “species”.

However, I am glad it is back. Although it will spoil the little dog, I kind of enjoy when I serve the dog as if it holds some VIP membership in my family.