Lost Dogs

Tommy almost had an adopted brother a few days ago. His parents found a beagle wandering on the road but decided against bringing him home as he was quite barky. Instead, they left him with the kindly security guards at a nearby condo. I heard they took good care of the beagle and cleaned up his wounds too.

That got me thinking, "why are there so many lost dogs?" Did they dashed out of the house in their excitement and forgot the way home? Me, I was given TWO opportunities to be a lost dog too.

Opportunity 1 : I was still living with HC's family at that time. And one day, a plumber came by to fix some stuff. Jack was as usual locked behind closed door cos he bites. But, since I am the friendlier one, HC's family allows me to roam free. And, boy, was I excited! I kept going over to see what the plumber was doing, and he in turn, kept saying hello to me. What HC's family didnt realised (oh couldn't be bothered, I don't really know) was that the main door was wide open. But I wasn't interested in going out cos the plumber guy looks more interesting. Suddenly, my keen sense of hearing told me that HC is on the way home. Happily, I went out to the corridor to greet her and gave her my widest smile....
Smiling face..












she looked so shocked to see me! Later, I heard her scolding the other humans for leaving the door open. From then onwards, I was made to wear a collar with tag at home. damn....


Opportunity 2 : We had just moved into our own apartment. On the first day, Jack and myself were quite nervous and kept following HC around. At night, one of HC's friend came over to pass her some stuff. Usually, we won't stepped out of any home without HC's permission. But when HC's friend was going home, he said to me: "Joey, wanna follow me?" I thought he meant he will send me back to the old home and dashed out to the road. (HC : luckily, this is a private road, otherwise I cannot imagine the consequence). HC's friend panicked and started chasing me. The more he chased me, the more panicky I became and ran further away from him. (HC : from my 3rd floor window, it is rather comical to see Joey running, and my friend chasing him on the private road, back and forth many many times. Also, friend was screaming Joey's name hysterically with arms waving).
Luckily, I heard HC calling me, and ran back to her open arms. By then, HC's poor friend almost collapsed from the running.

I must always remind myself never never to run away from home. God knows what will happen if I lost HC? Will I find a owner who will neglect me after the novelty wears off? Will I get fed properly? Will I get to go to the field to play ball to my heart's content every day? Worse, what if I get sent to SPCA and they put me to sleep!!!!!