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My Dogs
Posted By Junelle on October 18th, 2007 | 1,529 views
My mom told me that when I was a baby, I was guarded with two dogs; one on my left and the other one on my right. Their names are Mccoy (male) and Sigay (female). Every time my mom will put me in a stroller, the dogs will be in their position. No one could touch me, not even close relatives except for my mom. One time, a relative attempted to touch me while I was in the stroller with the dogs beside me, immediately the dog bit that relative of mine. That’s how well my dogs guarded me, even if they haven’t undergone any dog training.
Growing up, I really love dogs. But I stopped when I was broken hearted when Riches died. I remember Riches use to bite my hair and map it on the floor, as if I was his dog. We use to bring him wherever we go. I really love Riches, and I know he loves me too, because he used to lick me on my lips (now thinking of it is icky, but before it makes me happy). Remembering Riches now, still breaks my heart. We could have done something to save his life, but we were to late in doing so.
I could not forget how Riches died. He is a dog that hates garbage (maybe he feels icky about it too, like me). But during the last minutes of he breath, he manages to climb into our garbage dump and laid on top of it. There we saw him breathless and cold. For a dog who hates trash, he died in there. I couldn’t understand why, but my mom had interpreted it, that Riches wanted to be burned as if cremated.
Those dogs we had, had not undergone any dog training. But they were well behave, because they were pampered with love, and so they just returned a favor.
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