Miss my dogs

It's Monday and I already miss my dogs. I most especially miss the youngest, Bruce. He's such a puppy and like all puppies, they specially need more attention. It hurts to just spend a few minutes with all dogs when you know you've missed the entire day.

I'm getting too sentimental. I know I've got to work no matter how I get too occupied and robbed of energy. Sometimes I just fantasize of winning a 100 million lottery, having amassed so much fortune to not really care about money. I'd put up businesses, hire people to run those businesses, invest in stocks and pay for my tuition in advanced learning. I can blog all the time, help my chosen charity, have my family relax and most especially spend time with my dogs. We'd go to High street all the time, go to Tagaytay on weekends and have them trained every single day.

That would've been a perfect world for me.

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When I got home, I immediately asked for Bruce. I always want to find out what the youngest one was up to.  

Today's report states that he ate two strings of Christmas lights from the garden. Now there's a bald patch in one of the bushes. When Ate Ne tried to reprimand him, he flashed the I'm-sorry-face. 

I'm afraid, the I'm-Sorry-Face will lose its magic soon. I might need to make FREE_BRUCE t-shirts or teach him to perform some tricks for the prosecutors to be happy and give him a light sentence. 

Bruce in 4 months eating something from the garage...and hiding it.