Falling In Love With Dogs

Do you love dogs? Or do you hate them? Are you a dog lover?

Well, I am. Right now I own a male English Staffordshire Bull Terrier and a female Doberman. I’ll tell you their story later. What I want to share today is a story of my very first dog ever.

I named him Chubby. He was a gift when I was a kid. We raised him well. I do not know about breeds and all about royalties of dogs then. He’s light brown and fury. That’s all I know. I grew fond of him for a long time I can’t remember how long that was. And then one day we were in town, my mom and I. We came home and you can just imagine the rage traced on my face when Chubby wasn’t there to greet us–me. I was in tears, nearly going insane. Barely eating,barely taking a bath, nothing but a numb face of a kid who cannot enjoy playing outside anymore. After a week when I was a bit calm, my mom told me that he was stolen. And I swore that I’d look for his captor and I will make him pay. Yes, those were my very thoughts when I was 7 or 8 years old (I can’t really remember my age, I have to ask mom for that). One day, not very long after that day, I was with mom buying a sofa set. We were waiting for some papers and I was roaming around the shop. Before we left,mom whispered in my ear, “he’s the one who got Chubby” and I looked back. I did not see his face well. I can only recall his thin body, a beard, and a hat. I cried again. Silently this time. Why? Because I was helpless. Because I did not do anything. Because I could not do anything at all. Because I was a little child with no super powers.

One day, not very long after that day, I was with mom buying a sofa set. We were waiting for some papers and I was roaming around the shop. Before we left,mom whispered in my ear, “he’s the one who got Chubby” and I looked back. I did not see his face well. I can only recall his thin body, a beard, and a hat. I cried again. Silently this time. Why? Because I was helpless. Because I did not do anything. Because I could not do anything at all. Because I was a little child with no super powers.

Months came, years even. Some neighbor gave me a dog. I know it’s a street dog or stray dog or whatever you call a dog who doesn’t have a brand/breed/royalties. I could not love it like I loved Chubby. I could not treat him like how I treated my lion-like friend before. But my dog-lover soul can’t help loving dogs you know. So I loved it like I love dogs. I grew fond of it and the streets took it away from me. Since then I did not want to have any pets any longer. But I went to high school and I got another dog who I named after a Korean novella actor(Paolo Jung) from “Memories of Bali“. I had a great time with him until he got aggressive and bit my sister’s foot. We had to send him away to the ones who “knows” what “to do” with aggressive dogs and I don’t want to know about it.

And then here comes a blessing. JC and Ava, Staffordshire and Doberman. Given to me by a prospect/client/friend/who loves to read and write like me. And mind you, he is 65 years of age, male, American from Paris who is now residing in the Philippines. Wow. After two months of knowing each other, me selling vitamins, and he with his wife gives me two lovely dogs to adopt. For what reason? They cannot bring the dogs with where they are headed to. And they trust that I will take care of their dogs (and I am! :D). I am speechless. To own dogs worth almost a hundred thousand Philippine Peso. I amspeechless. To have my very first dog royalties! I am speechless. And I am thankful. I am grateful to God and to my American friend for giving me JC and Ava. And now I have to live thinking of my kids and dogs’ well-being.

So it is a bit dramatic here. But I shall return with my question. Do you love dogs? How well do you know yourself when it comes to falling in love with dogs? How much do you love dogs? I’d love to know.

A New Beginning

There are always second chances, third and fourth even. So here I am again, betting my nth chance at blogging. A new beginning to start afresh just like fireworks on a new year.

Now. April is coming and we all know it’s both mine and hub’s birth month. And right now, I have no idea what to do about giveaways and contests or just giving to the community. You might think that I’m a wannabe helper or a trying hard copycat who wants to show off by helping people. But no. It’s a mere resolution. It’s plain helping, no hidden vendettas. I gotta think fast on that. Or maybe you could save me the time and help me with ideas to help others? 🙂

Another thing is that my writing skills are slowly deteriorating and it’s ugly. One of my goals in 2016 is to improve my writing soul. And blogging while reading and writing with pen and paper are my present solution.

And then there’s drama. Life as we know it has its own way of digging into us with all its dramatical errors to shape us or just to mess with us. With this, I am on the hunt for an odd dramatic life story to share with the world. Do you have one? Feel free to send me a mail (oh I love emails!) and we’ll talk about it.

The White Tiger

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The White Tiger by Aravind Adiga

The white tiger of this novel is Balram Halwai, a poor Indian villager whose great ambition leads him to the zenith of Indian business culture, the world of the Bangalore entrepreneur. On the occasion of the president of China’s impending trip to Bangalore, Balram writes a letter to him describing his transformation and his experience as driver and servant to a wealthy Indian family, which he thinks exemplifies the contradictions and complications of Indian society. ~Goodreads

The White Tiger is a tale of two Indias. Balram’s journey from the darkness of village life to the light of entrepreneurial success is utterly amoral, brilliantly irreverent, deeply endearing and altogether unforgettable. ~The Man Booker Prize

Notable Quotes

“To break the law of his land–to turn bad news into good news–is the entrepreneurs prerogative.”

“I absorbed everything–that’s the amazing thing about entrepreneurs. We are like sponges–we absorb and grow.”

“Free people don’t know the value of freedom, that’s the problem.”

“Do we loathe our masters behind a facade of love–or do we love them behind a facade of loathing?”

“Respect for the law is the first law of the gods”

“You were looking for the key for years|But the door was always open!”

“The moment you recognize what is beautiful in this world, you stop being a slave.”

“The poor win a few battles but ofcourse the rich have won the war for ten thousand years.”

“An hour of deep breathing, yoga, and meditation in the morning constitutes the perfect start to the entrepreneur’s day.”

“Cell phones cause cancer in the brain and  shrink your masculinity; the Japanese invented them to diminish the white man’s brain and balls at the same time.”

Personal Thoughts

I’ve learned a lot from the book. About life, entrepreneur, and many other things. Besides from Paulo Coelho and Rainbow Rowell, I can say Aravind Adiga is one of my new favorites. I had a perfect view on India and how he describes reality in plain text. I love it and I want to recommend it for your TBR List. 🙂

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The Empiricist’s View on The White Tiger