I remembered I had seven dogs at one time when I was a kid. Hmm... Then we lost five of them. Gave one away. Left the other one. I miss them. Sometimes, I forget that they're dead. So I would think that one day I'll get them back. Baaa...
Here's the whole story...
My dad had a golfer friend who had dogs that had loads of puppies. He didn't want them. Thus, in order to be rid of them, he challenged my dad and said that if he lost, he would have to give a dog to my dad 'unwillingly'. So, he lost purposely. My dad got a labrador puppy. Really cute. Brought it home. We had it for like... I think half a year? No. It was still small, must have been only two months? Perhaps. Well, anyway, something was wrong with it. I was too small so I can't remember. So it went to some clinic where it had an operation. But as you know, philippines isn't really uh... high tech or efficient in stuffs like this. (no offence) The poor puppy died soon after. I heard from my mom it was liver infection or something. So, my first puppy died when it was still a puppy.
Next, my dad's golfer friend heard about it. He offered another competition. Thus, my dad got ANOTHER puppy. I'm sure his friend was happy. Anyway, I loved this dog and still love it. It was a Japanese spitz. Small, white, long-haired, fox-like dog it was. Cunning and smart too. When we got it, it was all white and round. Guess what we named it... yes, we named it Snow Ball. I used to be scared of it. Always chased me around. So annoying! But I started loving that. Anyway, I shall make a confession. I was the one who broke its leg. Im not a sadist! Hmph! Wasn't my fault ok? It started its usual chase with me. I was a fast runner (still am). Anyway, Snow Ball crashed full speed into a wall as it skidded across the skiddity floor. And so, fractured his right hind leg. Or was it its left? Dunno. My whole family accused me and blamed me. But was it my fault that I got scared by a freaking dog?! Like HELLO??? I'm a kid remember??!! Well anyway, it's all in the past now.
Ha ha. A year later... guess what... My dad's golfer friend offered ANOTHER competition. Wow, he's really competitive isn't he... Anyway, obvious outcome. We got TWO more dogs. Both were Japanese sptiz. Both were white. And guess what we named them... you got it... We named them Snow Man and Snow White. Cute right!!! ha ha. Anyway, our house had a really HUGE garden. Man, I still love it. Oops, side tracking from topic. Ok. So you have deduce that right then there was one female and two male dogs. Obviously, she gave birth one day. To four puppies. It was on New Year's Eve. Apparently, two was eaten up by the first time mother. One died of suffocation. Only one lucky one survived. We named it Snow Eve.
Not long after, Snow Man died of some liver problem as well. Then, our beloved Snow White died of tigs. Can you believe it? The tigs practically SUCKED her blood out to death. I thing we should name tigs vampires. So yeah. I'm pissed at tigs forever. And then, we gave poor Snow Ever away. I do miss her. After that, we came back to Singapore. Mom wouldn't let us bring Snow Ball back. My brothers and I still hate her for it. So, we left Snow Ball. I really really really miss him. Sigh... Oh the unfairness of life...
And there you have it. My boring past...