To me, there is no such thing as that “one and only” best day in my entire life. The best day can be a series. Can happen again and again, maybe with different characters, different location, different sequence of events. And one of those best days in my life—aside from eating alone with a heart that’s peaceful, aside from having quality conversation with a friend, a brother, or a stranger, aside from turning around an ugly situation into my own ganda moment, aside from laughing out loud regardless of my circumstances—one of the best days of my life is playing with Carla and Bea. My four-legged friends.
The little black and white one is Bea. Carla, the brown one, is our neighbor’s dog. Bea, well, she used to be my puppy who I had to give away to my neighbor because I had difficulty handling her. I got her when she was 6 weeks old and she playbites during her waking moment, can be really rough which was something I couldn’t handle (and astonished me) despite reading books. She was dependent on us, her human companions because she was a lone dog. And she really does need socializing because she’s an aggressive type. Good thing our neighbor welcomed her to their home. And this is how I got to meet their dog, Carla, who also liked Bea.
But I have a problem with letting go. Despite the short time that Bea was with us in our home, there was sort of a bond, an attachment between me and that puppy that formed which I only felt when she was in another home already, with a new family.
Because in those three days that she was with me, I took care of her. I killed those ticks and mites and fleas that I saw crawling, hiding in her soft and nice fur. I suffered lack of sleep checking on her from time to time. I wanted to assist her adjust in our home, her new home now that she was far away from the other pack of dogs, especially from her mommy dog. I fed her. I played with her. Then she’d put her head on my foot after playbiting with it. I was her pseudo-mommy. So I began to miss her when she was gone. I still wanted to look after her and monitor her progress. I believe she’s in a good family but still, I wanna check on her from time to time. I don’t like what happened to Cory, my first puppy, who got sick and died when I turned her over to my relative. From time to time I still remember Cory, voluntarily and involuntarily. It was really traumatic to me on what happened to Cory. But I have to move forward. Second time I had to give away another puppy, that’s Bea. The same relative who took Cory wanted Bea also but I refused. I gave Bea to our neighbor. I wanna do things differently this time for Bea. Good thing my neighbor allows me to visit Bea whenever I like it. Good thing my neighbor lets me take Bea to the vet for her series of deworming and 5-in-1 anti-virus shots, and bought medicine to kill her fleas.
Bea is now 10 weeks old and I’m happy over Bea’s improvements after one month of stay with her new family. She no longer resists the leash. She now loves licking my face. She’s behave now with her human family, she still loves to playbite but after watching some tips from YouTube, watching dog whisperer Cesar Millan of National Geographic, I’ve learned to deal with her playbites and now I enjoy it! And smiling.
Interestingly, my neighbor always tells me that Bea only becomes wild, excited, runs around, playbites, approaches everyone in the household, interacts, becomes energetic whenever I’m around. When I’m gone, she behaves. She’d just bite or tear apart slippers and things to cure her boredom. Or freely roams around exploring her environment with her paws and mouth. But she knows her boundaries. She doesn’t go far. She explores but just near and around her masters’ house. Interestingly also, she selects people or animals to be trusted. Bea doesn’t like children so she’d bark at them whenever she sees them but at a distance. She retreats if she doesn’t like you. She’d hide herself when there are a lot of people. She doesn’t like seeing a lot of people. She selects people who she wants to be closed with. My neighbor told me that when Bea saw this man who came for a visit who is also a neighbor (an informal settler and a confirmed thief), Bea was barking at him nonstop. She only stopped when that “bad” man left.
Our neighbor’s place is perfect for Bea because she has a dog and cat company aside from human company, perfect for her socialization, for her growth. And since I visit her often, I am also learning to socialize with Mingger the cat and Carla the dog.
I like Carla the dog very much because she likes Bea and treats her kind. She’s also kind with Mingger the cat. Of course, with me! Whenever I called out my neighbor’s name at night after my work, Carla would run towards me to greet me with a crying sound. She’d jump at me as if she wanted to hug me. But when she’s annoyed, she wouldn’t think twice of reprimanding super energetic and mischievous Bea by means of a growl or a bark. Carla and Bea are close. But when it comes to food matter, Carla can be greedy. She’d scare Bea sometimes and Bea would run away fast to save herself. So they have to be fed separately. And sometimes when Carla’s mad and Bea’s grabbed already by Carla’s mouth (Bea got wounded near the eye), Bea would roll over then show her belly to express that she means no harm. Thank God Bea’s smart. And Carla’s temper would simmer down and let go of Bea. However, when big dogs bark at Bea, Carla would go beside Bea to defend her.
By the way, that’s Carla’s “dog boyfriend.” Carla’s pregnant right now.
Amazingly, going to my neighbor’s house to check on Bea and at the same time visit Carla who I fell in love with, has also taught me about “socializing” with my neighbor. Before, I don’t befriend neighbors. I smile but I keep my distance. I don’t easily trust. I never had neighbor friends. Sometimes I would frown, make face when someone’s staring at me I sometimes wish I’m a man with a huge muscle, with tattoos, and vicious looking. Since I’m at my neighbor’s place and I would get knowledge about the “human behavior” in our neighborhood composed of homeowners and informal settlers because of those candid conversations with her, my trusted neighbor, I learned something. Knowing more makes a thing less mysterious and scary.
This is Mingger. He’s tough but soft. Tough because even when Bea’s barking at her aggressively, and in close proximity feeling threatened by his presence, he doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t care. And he doesn’t mind. He would just move on, ignore Bea’s barking, walk away slowly with chin up, with confidence. You can learn something from a cat like Mingger. Did I mention that Mingger is an adonis? He sired kittens in our neighborhood because these kittens look like him. And he would get into fights with other male cats in courting a female cat. Even when he’d get himself into trouble, a loner, he has an open personality that lets me touch him, carry him closely to me. He’s really nice. And he meows when he sees me now. He knows me already! But only because he thought I might be carrying food like I previously did.
I am fascinated by Carla, by Mingger. Because I grew up not having pets in our household I feel like a child interacting with them, seeing things for the first time. And to me, they’re not just pets or animals. They’re part of a family. They serve a good purpose to my neighbor’s family. Mingger kills rats, snakes, cockroaches. Carla is an efficient and effective guard dog. Of course, I will forever be fascinated by Bea, who I feel like she’s my child even when she’s with another family for about a month now.
I’m happy that I caught this moment on cam with Bea who is now (I keep repeating myself) two and a half months old, so behave when I carried her close to me. A rare thing because she’s a riot! Here, she didn’t resist me cuddling her. Thank you Bea for this wonderful moment. This is a wonderful gift on my birthday, November 22. I turned 36 today.