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Run, Rebel, Run!

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

“Rebel gained weight, huh.”

Or so says one too many readers of this blog. It did not affect me when I had to loosen up a notch on Rebel’s niggerlike collar. But this, whoa, it’s as bad as telling me that I myself have gained weight.

Feeling disturbed by Rebel’s perceived less-than-perfect body; I decided to take him out for a run last evening. Yes, a run. Not an implausible evening stroll your average plump flower-prints-shorts clad auntie may take with her equally obese bulldog*, but a REAL run that probably clocks decent time in a 100m dash.

Almost immediately after I got home, I took Rebel out without even bothering with a change of clothes. So there I was, running like a crazy woman in her baby blue Ralph Lauren shirt and her 517 jeans. Rebel ran almost as fast as I did. Mind you, I was the fastest sprinter back in those days of track and field. So yes, Rebel ran considerably fast for a Chihuahua.

I can’t help but notice Rebel’s growing change in behaviour. When he first got here, he was an anti-social and a complete introvert. Now, he’s either busy humping my dad’s hairy leg or attempting to start a chase with a stranger (now that almost happened a few times last evening if not for my presence). He is able to jump up the sofa these days, and his bark is increasingly sounding more and more like an adult Chihuahua. Aww. My son’s becoming a man.

Here’s a picture of him at 2 months’ old – the same picture that prompted JJ to get Rebel for me.




I wanted to take him out for another run this evening, but then it started raining. So I got him 3 variants of bones instead. They’re not fattening are they? Someone please let me know. He’s now chewing a Japanese one as we speak.

Oh by the way, can someone tell me why everything Japanese is so bloody expensive? Heck, the next time I launch my own product, Imma make sure the packaging is in Japanese.

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