realizations, pt. 1

that's Hitler during his baby days (such a melter, no?)

So my dog never came back. It's been almost two weeks now. I had some moments of hopelessness, but then, life just has to go on. I keep on telling myself, it's just a dog, but the animal rights activist in me is saying that it's got rights too. Well I went to the barangay dog pound, and to the city pound to report about it. I even brought pictures of him and told the guys that he responds to 'Hitler', 'dito' (which is the Filipino word for "here") and the simple onomatopoeic "tsk, tsk, tsk". I also told them that he loves being rubbed, and when doing so it would have its legs apart. Yeah, he's a bit provocative, just like his owner. I'm kidding.

Sometimes I think that I might have taken the dog too much for granted that on realizing when was the last time I gave him a bath was like a month ago. And boy, it's summer here, so of course the dog would love to get soaked once in a while in a week. I also noticed that I don't toy him so much like before, and I regret not taking him to walks around the village. Maybe it's just time to go. And so he did.

Maybe it's time to get to more important things, like finding a job.