Leah sent me the video below today. It made me sad about leaving Poody at home in Singapore so I could run off to pursue my dreams in America.
Poody’s my dog. Yes, he’s a Poodle but he doesn’t look like one! (I say defensively). And I didn’t name him. He followed me home one day and insisted on being let into the house. My sis and I walked him around the neighbourhood hoping he’d recognize his house but he didn’t. So we put posters up all over the neighbourhood to say that we’d found him.
It didn’t take long for us to fall in love with him but his owners finally showed up after two weeks to collect him. So we had to give him back.
In a turn of events, they called us a few days later to tell us we could have him since we loved him so much. They had five dogs and couldn’t take care of him well enough. And that’s how he got to be ours.
He came at a time I needed him most and that made me feel like he and I were meant to be. I was down a lot and he was there as silent comfort. Even if he had absolutely no understanding of what was going on, his expression always seemed sympathetic and he let me hug him as tight as I wanted.
Some days I miss him terribly and feel awful about not being at home with him, playing with him and taking him for walks. Then again, he’s being well taken care of at my grandma’s house and he probably doesn’t miss me as much as I miss him. Sigh!
Anyway, here’s the video. Ye dog lovers out there will appreciate it:
awww poodz looks SO cute in that picture