A Dog That I am Proud Of...

Having read Charmaine's post on her dog, Rocky, I start to think back about this dog that I had for about half a year when I was 17. It's a he, a mixture of Rottweiler and Bullmastiff which I got it from my uncle Arthur few weeks after it was given birth by his dog, a Rott. It was really skinny when it was first taken to my house, a passive dog at that time. Brown fur, quite big size for a puppy (as expected from a breed known to be big dogs), brown+black tail..can't realy think much of him now. Just that I really like him.

So then, having taken him back home, the next problem for us is the name. At that time, most of our relatives were rearing dogs so we had to think of a name which is different from theirs. Such a headache in choosing the name, arghhh! So, guess what's the name? It's Patrick. Yes, you did not read wrongly. It's Patrick! And why that name? 'Cause my parents don't really call me by that name at home, (so it wouldn't be so confusing to know who they're calling..) and besides, it's the name for the red dog which people sometimes call me as. So Patrick he is...

Within a few days time, he was no longer the passive dog anymore. Started to get naughty, chew on this and that, especially SHOES! Oh man, I don't know how many shoes he chewed on, spoiled our house with his sharp teeth, really can't stop his mouth from chewing here and there.. And he was growing fast too. There were times when he had no appetite, so I followed Wei Chean's advice in mixing his dog food with raw eggs-and it worked! Within few months, he's no longer the thin dog anymore but a muscular and fit one, given that I always let him had a run around the playground early in the morning or late at night..(too bad that I do not have any pics of him with me now or I'll publish it here...)

Not really an obedient one, but at least it listens to me. There's this one time when I went out late at night to go to the comic shop bringing my dog for a walk as an excuse.(Mum will kill me if she knows back then..) Upon reaching the shop(about 10 mins walk), I tied him up to one of the metal bars outside before I went in. And this naughty dog actually managed to set himself loose and ran off. Honestly, I was dead worried for the dog and for myself! How am I gonna explain to mum that I lost the dog without revealing that I went to the comic shop?? Search, search and search and it was actually past midnight before I finally gave up and when home with the collar in my hand.

What a relief for me to find him barking at me when I reached home. Seems like he's clever enough to find his way home.. Phew~~~ Was really glad that night. The memories of that night still remain fresh in my head till now. So proud of him but alas, we still parted few months later.. As mum was busy with work; me, my sis and bro with studies, we find it hard to look after him especially when our schedule was so full of tuition classes, school outdoor activities and so on. And as Patrick was growing bigger, there wasn't much space in our porch as my mum always parked her car in and coupled with the problem that our porch wasn't wholly covered by any roof or shelter from the weather, it was really hard to keep him comfortable out there...

So he was taken off by Uncle Anson to guard a factory, I heard. I wasn't around when he was taken off but I heard from my sis that he sounded scared and unhappy. Well, hopefully he's doing well in his new job. I must say that I'm proud to have a dog like you. Although it's just a short moment that we had been together, nonetheless it was a happy one. The memories with you shall remains etched deep within me as one of the pieces that lights up my journey in life..=)