no, it’s not like i am getting dog behavior or something. it’s just that these pesky dogs at home and i are constantly receiving hate for each other.

see, i am the kind of person who really hate noise. i know, everybody would say that, but when i say i hate noise, i mean all kinds of noise. may it be of some midnight strip club or of wedding bells that toll, i hate it. my ears are becoming quite awfully sensitive like my teeth from this year on. maybe due to splurging into music via headphones from time to time. anyway, obviously my problem with the dogs here right now are their ear-splitting barks that wake me up in the morning and tearing my cochlea apart every hour. i hate it so much that i tend to become an abusive pet owner when their whenbeatsdgetraped screams get through my nerves.

i really feel guilty for doing so, especially at Chiva (a shih-tzu officially owned by my sister who’s now in Tahiti) who looks undeniably cuddly though smells like hell. he’s really misbehaving. unlike Douglas, who shuts up when i say ‘HEHRK!’, this little one would not be kept quiet by just warning grunts. you literally have to scare him. tough job.

meanwhile, in our backyard, is the aforementioned big fugly labrador we call Douglas. i was the one who named him that.i christened him Douglas dsimply becaused he’s (obviously) a dog. he’s got this slutty ex-girlfriend cat who’s now flirting with Chiva whom we un-fondly call Cathy because, she’s a cat (am the most rational person when it comes to naming). here is a funky photo of him i took back in March. Doug is very small back then. just a month and a half old, i believe. if you could see him now, he looks more like a pony than a once-had-been puppy.

personally i would prefer having a turtle or fish or a rock for a pet. but my parents are not really into that. so i must wait to have my own house to get my desired buddies in this annoying piece of a crappy puzzle called life.