Sammi
No one can do a better weather forecast (that is for rain only) better than my dog, Sammi.
I was greeted with an amicable sweep from her tail against my bed at 7:30am. Actually, I was awaken by the clicking of her pawnails against the tiled floor of my bedroom, followed by her endearing stench and then the sweeping of her tail.
Sammi is an obedient dog - not specifically trained yet possesses capabilities of displaying discretion and responsibilities. She would spring gracefully out of our house to do her poo-poo whenever there's chance. She would wander into the neighbourhood, not far though, and would spring back into our house after she's done her round. I used the word 'spring' because when she ran, she doesn't exactly gallop like those dogs you see in the Pedigree commercials. She doesn't stroll either. She has this little springy skippidy-gallopy action that she adopts. Several years ago, Sammi would prance when she sees us. But now, she's more phlegmatic.
Sammi knows a thing or two when she is in the house (as in really inside the house, not just the garden). She will quietly take her spot. Her favourites are the one under the trophy, the one behind the OSIM chair, and the rug facing our porch. She will always curve into a ball and close her eyes, merely enjoying the presence of our family members. Occasionally, she will open her eyes to see who is walking by, or she will erect her right ear (only her right ear is good, cos' her left her has been injured due to pus) to the slightest sound that come from the outside of the house.
The only pet peeve that I have from Sammi is demonstrated by her accute sense for rain, or rather the anticipation for rain. She would frantically search for anyone in the house, and seek comfort in any way. She would be shaky, and you could almost feel the unspoken desperation from her watery eyes which she would, if she could, tell you her story of how she was torment by the storm or in the rain long before we fetch her back from the SPCA.
I can say that we've all grown accustomed to Sammi's behaviours and her body odour. She has gained her fair share of TLCs (tender-loving-care) in the recent months, especially when she her greatest competitor Victory came into picture last year. Despite the constant harrassment and even humiliation from her only competitor and friend in her own kind, Sammi has somehow stand in victory (no puns intended). She is afterall the master (or mistress) of our house. The queen who knows her neighbourhood. The old ginger. The diva who is singing "I will survive... I will survive...". Sammi, how cool can you get! =)
I was greeted with an amicable sweep from her tail against my bed at 7:30am. Actually, I was awaken by the clicking of her pawnails against the tiled floor of my bedroom, followed by her endearing stench and then the sweeping of her tail.
Sammi is an obedient dog - not specifically trained yet possesses capabilities of displaying discretion and responsibilities. She would spring gracefully out of our house to do her poo-poo whenever there's chance. She would wander into the neighbourhood, not far though, and would spring back into our house after she's done her round. I used the word 'spring' because when she ran, she doesn't exactly gallop like those dogs you see in the Pedigree commercials. She doesn't stroll either. She has this little springy skippidy-gallopy action that she adopts. Several years ago, Sammi would prance when she sees us. But now, she's more phlegmatic.
Sammi knows a thing or two when she is in the house (as in really inside the house, not just the garden). She will quietly take her spot. Her favourites are the one under the trophy, the one behind the OSIM chair, and the rug facing our porch. She will always curve into a ball and close her eyes, merely enjoying the presence of our family members. Occasionally, she will open her eyes to see who is walking by, or she will erect her right ear (only her right ear is good, cos' her left her has been injured due to pus) to the slightest sound that come from the outside of the house.
The only pet peeve that I have from Sammi is demonstrated by her accute sense for rain, or rather the anticipation for rain. She would frantically search for anyone in the house, and seek comfort in any way. She would be shaky, and you could almost feel the unspoken desperation from her watery eyes which she would, if she could, tell you her story of how she was torment by the storm or in the rain long before we fetch her back from the SPCA.
I can say that we've all grown accustomed to Sammi's behaviours and her body odour. She has gained her fair share of TLCs (tender-loving-care) in the recent months, especially when she her greatest competitor Victory came into picture last year. Despite the constant harrassment and even humiliation from her only competitor and friend in her own kind, Sammi has somehow stand in victory (no puns intended). She is afterall the master (or mistress) of our house. The queen who knows her neighbourhood. The old ginger. The diva who is singing "I will survive... I will survive...". Sammi, how cool can you get! =)
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