If I want to have fun with my dog, I will be careful to choose the right breed. Dogs do some things better than others. If I wanted a dog that retrieves balls and sticks, but my dog never fetches anything, a terrier probably wasn’t the right dog for me. He does bug me for dog colognes though. Dogs can do lots of things, but their heritage does determine whether they can do some things better than others. My favorite dog is always puppies.

I still remember that wonderful rainy day when we got a call from the Kennel that they have just received a new litter of puppies and we could come and get one if we wished. We liked one particular little rascal and named him Fluffy. From the day one, he was a hit with all the kids in our neighborhood and he seemed more like everyone’s pet than mine. Good thing too – for we never thought of him as a pet, but just one of the family and he behaved like one. He grew into a fluffy, hairy little one jumping all over the house and lighted up our home with his play and romps. It was a delight to come home, from a tiring day at the Office, to find him suddenly jumping on us and wetting our face and ears with his tongue. He was always considerate about little kids and would take care not to jump on them. In fact, he would just stand still and let the little kids just pull his fur and ears without a whimper. They thought it was real cute when he was wearing his cute dog pajamas too. We were always surprised about the way he behaved himself when around babies or little kids, who were a many in our joint family. Another surprising thing about him was the way he would understand when someone was ill at home. Fluffy wouldn’t have any food, even if it was his favorite meaty bone, when Dad was sick.  The joy he would give us, just to see him run about the house or when he would bring his leash to us and beg us to take him out for a walk, was one thing that lightened up our lives.

Tommy’s the name of my dog. This dog I got when its age of 2 months. It was a good time passing moments with him. Even I was 14 years old, I liked to spend more time with Tommy. We have arranged a separate place for him, and we treat him as one of our family members. It is after all a dog no! I wondered about his behavior as like human. He will never eat some food item, if we offer him, he even smell it. A good companion to me, if want to take a photograph, he will be ready and steady to look my camera. In the beginning he would be having a habit of urinating, toileting inside the house. Once I got very much angry about this behavior, I said him in a warning manner, Tommy if you want need to go for urine and latrine you must go out side with help of our family members, again if you do it inside the home,  I will leave you in the forest I said. I wondered after this happened, my sweet Tommy will bark and make signal that he need to go urine, then we took off the chain, then he will be free. He loves his dog sweaters for Christmas. I was amazed the intelligence of this dog’s behavior, how he understood my words? Still it is a question mark to me. I actually hate my dog. He is an old Lhasa Apso. His eyes have cataracts, making him blind and cranky. Consequently, he hates me (probably because he can’t see how good looking I am). My mom brought him home from Florida when she was visiting her aunt. The aunt didn’t want him–neither do I. Whenever my mom leaves, he sits in front of the door and whines. And whines. And whines. Don’t think whining is so bad? Try three hours of it. When he’s not whining, he’s scratching the screen–and then whines some more. When he gets tired of this behavior, he upturns his water and food dishes. When he’s especially bored, he bites me. I can’t wait till he dies.