In the last one month, I've been thinking hard and I've been thinking long. Even as I smsed my friend, Gwen, about adopting the lost dog she found, I wonder if I am doing the right thing. For everyone concerned.
In the week following my sms to Gwen, I thought through my decision to bring home a dog. It was a huge responsibility for me. Especially since I have a full time job. Yet I knew what I was in for. I grew up with dogs and loved each intensely.
I had Whisky, a mixed breed, and now Mimi girl, a minature pinscher who lives in JB with my brother and father. I miss her very much. I remember her looks of mischief and her looks of innocence. The troubles she created and the love and loyalty she gave us all.
L to R: Me, Mimi and My Grandmother
Just as I knew someday I'll settle down and have a family, I knew with equal certainty that, that picture wouldn't be complete without a dog sprawled at my feet or there to greet me when I'm home from work.
Before when I started working and living in Singapore alone, I always longed someday - once I had a house to call my own and some stability in my life - to own a dog again.
Now I have both. I now own a place that I don't intend to leave anytime soon. And this place is my very own to call home.
I like to think of it as a perfect little sanctuary in a perfect location near to everything I need, my work and play. I spent months scouring for things and information that will help me make the home perfect. From carpets, to plants, to hooks.... to remote control holders... I enjoyed myself tremendously.
So it was only natural that once I got the joint right, it made sense that I bring home a little, four-legged roommate to tear it all apart again.
There are fears that I banked and awoke and banked again. Will I have time for him/her? Will I be tired of him/her? Will he/she be really naughty and tear up the house? Will I be able to toilet train him/her? Will it be alright to leave him/her alone? Will I be able to do it all by myself?
Obviously I never lost sight of these questions.
As I question myself over and over again, one thing remains clear. And that is, I need a canine friend. So should I take a little one's fate in my hands? :/
Let's see how it plays out...
I went to Serangoon North to get my pet supplies today. I wanted to buy my hammies' favourite Vitakraft Wellness and Vitakraft Emotion Beauty - both very good for my hamster's long fur.
After getting the Vitakraft Wellness at $3.50 (good bargain since retail price is $4.80), and the Vitakraft Emotion Beauty at $8 (retail price is $10.80), I was off to browse other shops since I was in the area.
Then I saw the House of Chinchillas - a shop that sells hamsters and chinchillas. I bought Snowy and Brownie here some time back. It seems I am never able to leave Serangoon North without first popping in for a look.
The syrian hamsters here are of VERY VERY good quality. They are healthy, their fur is damn bloody nice, their eyes are alert, they don't bite, very tame, and best of all, they are well-fed and are kept in good conditions. The shopkeepers there love the hamsters and it can be seen from the way they share let us touch the hamsters without making you feel as if you're obligated to buy.
Anyway, this is not an ad for them, so moving on, I want to share with you, my new hamster! I went in there and there were so many new hamsters and all so cute. I just had to bring one home.
Introducing............... GARFIELD! My new boy, 3 months old.
Meet Brownie - the boy.
And then meet Snowy - the girl (duh).
Brownie lives in a little tub, four walled and all and a very nice big wheel. He tries his very best, every single night to
take over the world escape. And he succeeds on an average of 3-5 times every night. God I could strangle the little bugger for waking me up!!
He climbs on top of me and wakes me up with his little furry padded feet. Itchy but thank goodness I wake up in time, every time, to get him back into his cage again before he finds danger.
Snowy lives in a pink cage with grills. She tries her very best, every single night to
escape. no, take over the world drive me crazy with her BAD bar chewing habits.