I miss my dogs. All of them even if it's just for a few days. Before I leave to travel, I make sure that I spend time with them do the usual goodbye routines. I take a picture with them, talk to them as if they fully understand me and I want them to see me off at the gate.
Harvey and Chivas know the routine. Buddy, being the old guard at the other lot couldn't care less if I leave. Harvey knows very well if I'm leaving for a few days. He would see me off the gate and he lets me hold and talk to him for long minutes. I'm not sure with Bruce.
Bruce is our youngest, our 4 month old Bullmastiff puppy. We can say that he is still in the process of discovering himself and the world. As you would expect from a puppy, he is extremely affectionate and he likes to play even for a generally low energy dog. With Bruce, he is very special as he is considered extremely shy and fearful. He is well adjusted with the family members, but he seems stressed when there are strangers. He goes to a distance and observes. We are trying to work this out and we will provide sufficient training for him. His breed is after all a formidable guard dog.
But everyday, me, my aunt and my siblings would always go to him and play with him. Somehow he gets the routine. So this would be a first couple of days that we won't be there to say hello. Would he figure it out? Would he notice? Would he be sad? Harvey and Chivas could keep him company, but would he miss us?
Before I left, after I talked to Harvey and Chivas, I called for Bruce. Bruce, with his weight and the sweltering heat, would just wag his tail and wait for you to come over. But with so much effort, he got up from his cool spot and went to me at the front door. For some reason he showered me with hugs. Call me crazy, but I think he knew that I was leaving for a couple of days. Looking at his naturally sad face, I hug him back and told him to be good while the two other dogs were mature about the whole thing. Harvey and Bruce saw me off at the gate, naturally Bruce being more eager to follow.
I'm having fun in Cebu and I know I wouldn't skip this flight for anything, but my love and thoughts are with them. I know I'm being melodramatic about this whole thing, but there's no point in denying that I miss my dogs. I saw a small puppy who looked like Harvey at the church yesterday. Then I called home afterwards to check up on them.
Harvey and Chivas know the routine. Buddy, being the old guard at the other lot couldn't care less if I leave. Harvey knows very well if I'm leaving for a few days. He would see me off the gate and he lets me hold and talk to him for long minutes. I'm not sure with Bruce.
Bruce is our youngest, our 4 month old Bullmastiff puppy. We can say that he is still in the process of discovering himself and the world. As you would expect from a puppy, he is extremely affectionate and he likes to play even for a generally low energy dog. With Bruce, he is very special as he is considered extremely shy and fearful. He is well adjusted with the family members, but he seems stressed when there are strangers. He goes to a distance and observes. We are trying to work this out and we will provide sufficient training for him. His breed is after all a formidable guard dog.
But everyday, me, my aunt and my siblings would always go to him and play with him. Somehow he gets the routine. So this would be a first couple of days that we won't be there to say hello. Would he figure it out? Would he notice? Would he be sad? Harvey and Chivas could keep him company, but would he miss us?
Before I left, after I talked to Harvey and Chivas, I called for Bruce. Bruce, with his weight and the sweltering heat, would just wag his tail and wait for you to come over. But with so much effort, he got up from his cool spot and went to me at the front door. For some reason he showered me with hugs. Call me crazy, but I think he knew that I was leaving for a couple of days. Looking at his naturally sad face, I hug him back and told him to be good while the two other dogs were mature about the whole thing. Harvey and Bruce saw me off at the gate, naturally Bruce being more eager to follow.
I'm having fun in Cebu and I know I wouldn't skip this flight for anything, but my love and thoughts are with them. I know I'm being melodramatic about this whole thing, but there's no point in denying that I miss my dogs. I saw a small puppy who looked like Harvey at the church yesterday. Then I called home afterwards to check up on them.

