I grew up fearing dogs and cats. Anything furry with claws and paws scares me. The ONLY dog I loved when I was a kid was my aunty's Terrier-Poodle cross, Minnie.
Minnie wasn't active and noisy like most dogs. She seldom barked, came when we called her, and was always satisfied to just sit beside us. She was a loveable being nobody could say no to. After Minnie died, I never liked any other dog again until I found my own.
On August 30 2010, I adopted a stray Terrier and named her Berlin Gretl. Getting to know her took time and patience. I almost gave up on her a few times but I am glad now that I didn't. Taking care of another dog is a tedious task. Waking up an hour in the morning to get her ready before I go to work can be a pain sometimes. But each day when I get home and see the "smile" on her face, I feel that she is worth every thing she has put me through.
In March 2011, we "accidentally" kept a Toy Poodle. It's a long story as to how we ended up keeping him. I'm still in the process of training him to behave. Up till now, he has some serious temper problems (can't blame the dog since the owner doesn't have time to train him). He doesn't stay with me, so I can only train him 3 days a week when I am over at my bf's place. On other days when I am not there, he is treated like a king and gets my bf's family members' attention the whole time!
Both of my dogs are pretty much my life. I feel their love for me all the time... Even if they don't speak human, I understand their feelings and their emotions just like how they have always understood mine.
Who would have thought that such a day would come when I would have two loyal companions?
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