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Back for Good

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Rebel knows these things. On the night that I was to leave for London, Rebel knew. A long morning walk in the park, the sudden overload of affection from me, the frantic packing of waytoomuch clothes... he figured something was up. That night itself was incredibly tough for me. Rebel was probably feeling just as upset too. He showed his unwillingness to let me go by sitting on the jacket I needed to pack into my luggage.



According to my mum, when I left that night, Rebel was extremely anti-social and refused to entertain the family. His appetite stayed, thank god. I left him the unwashed top I wore during the day, so that my scent (body odour, rather) keeps him company. He wrapped himself in my top that night when he slept. I teared when my maid told me that the following day on the phone. Bugger. Never thought I could miss my baby boy that much.

Throughout my trip, I called every couple of days to check on him while making "I'm alive" confirmations to my mum at the same time. He has gotten close to my family progressively during my absence. Heck, he even slept with my maid. It's comforting to know that my baby boy is such a tough cookie, but damnit! HE SHOULD BE MISSING ME MORE! That swine forgot about my unwashed top by the second day! How sensitive is that!?

I kept getting reminded of Rebel each time I saw a dog strolling with his/ her owner down the streets, be it London, Amsterdam or Paris. It didn't help that my aunt has a 6-year-old Westie named Toto as well. Oh, at that, I'd like to proudly say that I taught Toto how to paw. Give credit to the teacher, not the learner. Not unless it's Rebel. Hah.



Thanks to a 3-hour flight delay (the plane we were on needed immediate repair, can you beat that), I got home late last night at about 10ish. I was half afraid that Rebel would forget me. You never know, right? I heard Chihuahuas can be quite pissy with owners that neglect them. Fortunately for me, Rebel was far from what I've envisioned. He stormed to me habitually with a toy in his mouth when I shouted for him at the gate, and it felt as though I never left.

Except of course, I did leave and thus, with no one permitted to shower Rebel (don't want no water entering his huge ears and making him go deaf), he fucking stinked. For the lack of a better description, he smelt like a 2-weeks-old underwear. Heh.

When I unpacked my luggage, Rebel helpfully hopped into it to help remove my dirty laundry. It was such a cute sight!





I think he was looking for my yellow thong. Hmm.

I truly enjoyed my trip (who's asking... haha) but I'm glad to be back. I had missed Rebel so bad. Although right now, with him sticking to me like glue and not leaving me for even 5 minutes to pee, I'm starting to get irritated. Hehe. But I love him anyhow.


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