Constant Deformity.

I swear this week is turning out to be constant shit.

I thought yesterday would have made my holidays different and fun but God. What the hell.

Anyway, i was talking about someone in yesterday's post. And it was a dog. A pomeranian. Tiny, mild mannered and only 2 months old. I fell in love with him so much. Yeah i know i've always preferred big dogs and all but i just really really liked him and so did my mum.

So fast forward, we brought him home. Even my maid fell in love with him cause he was honey gold in color and had an adorable white star on his forehead. I've never seen a pomeranian like that before.

Played with him for abit, set up his cage etc etc and he wandered around the house; this honey coloured furball sqeezing himself through every nook and cranny.

Then finally we gave him some food and weird enough it's like he couldnt balance on his legs. He kept on fallling down. My mum was worried so she called the pet shop a few times before finally we decided (for the best) to take him back so they could check. On the way the tiny guy slept in my arms after i started rocking him like a baby.

They decided to keep him for a few days. So today i was really looking forward to getting him back but i found out what really happened to him. The pet shop workers apparently wanted to wash him one day when they dropped him from his cage that is like 4 feet high. And he possibly hit his head and sprained his hind leg. They sent him home to recover with his mother.

The pet shop told us to get another dog but hello.... come on, this dog wasn't planned. We bought him because we fell in love with him and it's not like getting a lcd tv you know. You can't just replace it like that because it's "faulty". Wtf. I mean yeah, maybe the tiny guy's got abit of a problem i know but i dont just dont want to get another dog.

They said if we're insistent, we have to wait for a week to see how it goes and for the moment , we could take his sister to see if we might like her instead. But i dont think so. I mean, this was so unplanned. You're asking me to take his sister from the pet shop home, care for it in my tiny holiday week and then if i dont like it i give it back??

Dont you think that's shit mean to the puppy? Treating it like some toy? And btw im really exhausted. Caring for another puppy while i prefer her brother is defeating the point. Why should i go through the extra stress taking care of a puppy through my holiday only to give it back and wait for my own?

It's driving me insane. And i just really want my pomeranian back. My fingers are crossed. I hope it recovers and i can bring it home again.


Weird to see me care for much for a tiny dog isnt it? Even my brother thought i was senile. Yeah. You just have to see him for yourself.

S.

PS: Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett RIP.