In 17 days I’ll start 12th grade. 12TH GRADE!! That’t like the border line between school and university. I’m not excited, I’m terrified! I’m not ready for my final year of high school, let alone university!
this is what it’s like getting up for school…
what it’s like getting dressed for school…
Not looking forward to 12th grade at all…
I can’t find her anywhere. The puppies are in that disgusting age where they actually move… Sometimes I find them a couple of blocks down my street.
The good news is (well there can’t be good news after this) is that my mothers aunt is staying over for a while and she loves dogs more than her own children, so she ordered everyone in the house to let the puppies in.
So yeah, now I have Pongo, Bagheera, and four puppies in my back sandpit (it used to be a garden but thanks to the dogs it was reduced to sand).
Bagheera is amazing. She is officially the universal doggie mother. Pongo is just weird. I feel like I’m part of a dog pack now, with Pongo as the alpha male (I failed miserably trying to take the alpha position away from him).
I’ll keep looking for Howler. I blame Luna for losing her. As usual I’ll update if anything happens.
I know everyone says that names lead to attachment. Why don’t I want to get attached? Well, because sooner or later my smuggling of these little guys ( and their mothers) will be discovered and then the dogs will get kicked out THERE and then who knows what will happen.
Still, I couldn’t resist naming them
Monroe: price’s only puppy and the oldest if the entire litter. Considering changing her name into rip jaw because her teeth are weapons of torture.
Dipstick: the runt of Luna’s litter. He’s just one of those dogs whose spirit is bigger than their body.
Ponyo: she likes to eat sand… A trend I’m starting to notice in dogs
Fidget: he’s the aloof one. Always sitting by himself and abandoning others to do his own thing (or maybe the other are the ones doing the abandoning)
Howler: honestly, and I hate do discriminate, she’s my favorite! Just look at that face! If only she would make so much noise…
So yeah. These little guys are doing great (for now). I took Pongo and Bagheera out to meet them today. Well of course Bagheera was the sweet cheerful girl that her character dictates she must be. It was like they were her own puppies.
Pongo… Well, he was just like “what are these? Gremlins?”
80 percent of my life at the moment is officially dog.
She’s always ALWAYS sleeping. Sometimes I wonder if she has the right temperament to be a guard dog.
Hopefully it’s just a puppy phase and she’ll sleep less as she gets older.
Came back home yesterday and I honestly believed I wouldn’t find the puppies there. But I was wrong: 5 pups an two moms just like I left them. They’re growing up so fast!!!
And of course Pongy couldn’t wait to get in MY bed.
Also, I’m glad to report that Bagheera didn’t vomit on the way back 🙂
Next time we need to go somewhere we’re walking.
To rewind to the beginning: I had to go stay over at a relative’s house and there was no way I was going to leave pongo and Bagheera begins. So I packed our stuff and we jumped into the car. Pongo was his usual self, hating/liking the ride like the weird teenage dog he is. But Bagheera… Ugh. It started with massive liters of watery saliva. “Normal I thought”. Thirty minutes later vomit everywhere. EVERYWHERE!! My mother stopped the car at a gas station and made me clean it.
Well, after a dozen towels, plenty of soap and water, the car was clean-ish and byte time we reached our destination Bagheera looked like a corpse (and pongo kept giving me that veil smirk of his). He recovered quickly though, as soon as she saw the plate of meat set on the table.
I LOVE going on walks with Bagheera. It just hasn’t hit me yet that she actually follows ME around and that I don’t need to tie her up like Pongo. And she actually listens and obeys!! I mean Pongo is an angel an everything at home… But when we step out of the door… Well I’ll leave that to the terrors of your imagination.
Also, this doesn’t really have anything to do with this post, but I’ll put it down anyway before I forget. Bagheera likes no one but me. I mean with Pongo he’s just like “your always around so I don’t care anymore”. But Bagheera is suffocating me with LOVE. Is this always the case with German shepherds? Do they smother you with love and attack others out of sheet jealousness? It’s definitely like that with this little girl.