So my Starbucks plan fell through. On one hand I’m glad it did, on the other, I did need to get some things done. So no story today, will have to wait a little for that story to be written.
However, today was interesting as my friend, his cousin and I went to a “Dog Hotel”, which was really more like a temporary boarding place. So many dogs, in a rather small enclosure. My friend’s cousin went there to visit his dog as his place was being renovated, so he missed him. I went there, patted his dog a bit, a goldie, then walked along to look at the rest of the dogs. They were all barking crazy. I wonder is it because of their lack of attention? Or are they really angry? Angry at me or angry at being locked up? Are they confused? I wondered, if I let one out, will it attack me?
One of the dogs was really fierce. He was growling and barking with the most feriocity, baring his teeth and all. I stood there in the drizzling rain, and stared at it. Subsequently he barked less, probably tired. I squatted down and stared at him through the gate at his eye level. He was really looking like he wanted to kill me. I was tempted to open the cage and see if that was what he would have done. I was wondering, would it know if I had let it out of his enclosure, assuming that the enclosure was making him feel all agitated? If it was a loyal watch dog, then why was it fiercelly guarding someplace that wasn’t home?
I believe dogs are intelligent and highly emotional as well. So I felt it interesting to try and understand what the dog had in its mind. The last cage was really something that sparked it off. It was the last cage that I visited first before the fierce one really. In it was a small little dog, not too little, but smaller than most. I can recognise it if I saw a picture of its breed, but I can’t really tell what breed it was. Brown andblack patches, something like the Hush Puppy Bassett Hound, but yet not quite it. Cuter that the Bassett Hound. But what affected me was his trembling. He was trembling in his tail and he was trembling as he looked at us. He was scared. I don’t know what was he scared about, but perhaps he was homesick, lonely and very frightened by all the other fierce barking around. He didn’t even make a single noise, like how a person would get stuck in the throat in fear. I wonder, would this whole event of putting him in this “Dog Hotel” actually be a traumatising experience for him? I suddenly felt a humane sadness for him, as if he was another human being being locked in a cage.
The last dog which really pained me was an old dog. The other quiet dog around. He was losing patches of fur, exposing ugly dark bare skin. He had sores on his legs, some of them open as well. As I squatted near him, he tried to get as near as he could, and his sad droopy eyes had a sense of yearning. A yearning to be loved again. The story of this dog’s life started replaying through my head as I tried to imagine what he had gone through, how he lived his glory days and how he ended here like this. I might be wrong, but I couldn’t help but feel despair as I watched him move around slowly. Maybe I felt despair as I thought of his story through my head, a pity I didn’t write it down there and then, but it did give me an idea for a story. I hope I can recreate it, but I’m sure the effect wouldn’t be as great as at that moment contemplating while observing the dog.
I believe, the lack of sleep and the experience at the “Dog Hotel” left me in a poorer mood than I should have been. The rest of the day was spent hanging out with my friends and subsequently playing LAN games instead (an original plan of a movie got cancelled, which was a little disappointing, I don’t really enjoy playing LAN). For a large part in the LAN shop, I was checking out on the dog which I like. Finding out information on how to get a dog, owning a dog blah blah. Reading up more on the dog which I like. I felt largely moody while doing it, as I was thinking about how dogs are just as emotional, a good loyal companion, and how, they would have reciprocated so much more from the love shown to it than a fellow human being. At the moment I thought of that, it was really disheartening, that perhaps the human relationship between friends, lovers and even families are not comparable to a dog. Perhaps at that point in time, I truly understood what they meant by a dog being “Man’s best friend”. At that point in time, I actually could really relate to my friend’s desire to spend his life with just two dogs. Honestly, I know deep down it’s not what I really want or desire, but being able to relate to it at that moment, it kind of made me feel quite fucked up for tonight.
Because, I saw myself spending the rest of my life with just my Irish Terrier. As much as I like it so much and would love it so, I thought that was fucked up. Sorry for saying so my future Irish Terrier LOL.
ps. it’s late and I’m a little tired, plus my mood, so my england not powderful tonite. kns, i just realised how much I wrote, soon no one wanna read liao
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