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Go fetch!

Sunday, November 26, 2006


You know you have neglected your dog for too long when he starts playing Fetch with himself. In the past month of absolute craziness at work, Rebel wittedly taught himself how to play Fetch. He would hold his little red ball in his mouth, throw it a few feet away by means of swinging his head, and then run after it.

Funny how it’s amusing and depressing at the same time.

I haven’t been able to blog of late due to my mammoth of work. It’s starting to get better, thank god. In my absence, Rebel has proven to be quite an independent chap. He has learnt to cope with being alone at home (no, I decided against having anyone babysit him while my maid was away) and well, the Fetch thing simply takes the cake.

I tried compensating the lack of anyone present during the day by walking him every morning. It was tough financially alright – because I ended up taking the cab to work each morning (S$20 per trip, mind you) but I suppose that’s the least I can do since I wasn’t able to see him til midnight each day. Yes, it was miserable for the both of us.

Rebel became friends with the residential cleaner, whose work takes place in the morning. Despite being Malay, he didn’t appear to be put off by Rebel for being a dog. Everyone, say hi to Man (pronounced “Mah-an”). I’m glad my work slowing down. I miss my life. I miss Rebel.


This entry was posted on Sunday, November 26, 2006 at 6:46 PM. You can skip to the end and leave a response.

  1. Blogger Tiffany L said:
    9:30 AM  

    awwww...

    it's nice that he's pretty good-natured about being left home alone. i've seen too many scenarios when latchkey pooches get so depressed, they stop eating or they go nuts and thrash the house.

    malays can touch dogs as long as the dog is dry.

  1. Blogger Pat Law said:
    3:28 PM  

    Oh really? Malays can touch dogs as long as they are dry? I didn't realise that. To be frank, I have encountered situations where I get shouted at by Malays who'd go "GET YOUR DOG AWAY FROM ME! DON'T YOU KNOW WE CAN'T TOUCH DOGS!???" Often or not, I think both Malays and non-Malays alike, are not fully aware of the actual "rule" on dogs.

  1. Blogger Tiffany L said:
    10:52 AM  

    most malays prefer not to touch dogs because they cannot guarantee that the dog is 100% dry. malays also cannot touch dog saliva, so they run the risk of being licked by a dog if they get too close.

    also, the penalty for coming in contact with haram (taboo) things such as dogs and pigs is washing the specific body part with water mixed with 7 types of earth/soil. which IMHO is more troublesome than anything else, so don't take it too personally when you get yelled at by malays, yea? :)

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