Love is when one is alerted to one's dog behaving oddly in the wee hours of the night, walking around like a drunkard.
Love is when you give your beloved pet some privacy as he retches his dinner onto his bed and continues to the floor.
Love is when you understandingly and patiently wash the soiled items and mop the floor at 1am in the morning.
Love is when you realise either one or both dogs also peed on the rug (one takes a close sniff of the rug to verify. The familiar pong of stale pee. Euuwww).
Love is when you lovingly pet and soothe your pet as he hangs his head in shame and embarressment, his shoulders hunched and tears streaming from his eyes.
Love is when you reassuring tell your dog it's ok to retch in your room even as he struggles hard not to make a mess.
and meanwhile the bimbo is behaving like a bimbo as usual. Clueless and totally insensitive.
The Bis is getting old. And it's times like this it dawns that he has reached his senior years. Can't help wondering how much more we have left together.
Beyond the Dough Pizzeria in Singapore
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poor poor bis.
let's not count the dog years
BUT he ain't that old!!.. he just premature stressed!! he only 7.. which means 49.. a little older than me!!... ohh ya.. i do feel old like biz (he has holly, i have W.. equally stressed!)hah!
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