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3 days of rebellion

Saturday, January 06, 2007

I cannot say for sure, what has gotten into Rebel, but he sure lived up to his name. Please allow me, this poor owner of a gangsta-wannabe Chihuahua, to share with you what I went thru in the last three days.

Day One: 4 January, Thursday, 2007
As per habit, I left my black pointed leather JWEST heels at the corridor upon reaching home from work in the evening. When I left home again for a party later that night, I discovered that Rebel has meticulously removed the sole of right side of my JWEST heels, without damaging the calf leather exterior. God knows how he did that. He must’ve developed fingers overnight or something. Since I was rushing out for my party, I settled for a brief scolding and left.

When I returned in the morning at 3am, barely drunk but extremely tired, I found out that Rebel did the same to the right side of my JWEST heels. I don’t appreciate his democratic behaviour. He got a good whip on the ass.

Day Two: 5 January, Friday, 2007
I woke up to a collection of poo Rebel placed at various touch points of my apartment. I wondered if they were strategically placed. The first pile was located at the entrance of the bathroom, the second at the entrance of the kitchen, and finally, the last pile at main entrance of my apartment. Needless to say, I whipped his ass again and went to work.

He seemed apologetic enough in the evening when I returned from work. He was extremely well-behaved, even waiting for my permission before jumping on the sofa with me. On a normal day, he’d jump on the sofa before I even lay my butt down. So yes, it was nice to see Rebel behaving well for once… Until “the other man”, my dad, decided to piss him off.

My dad was doing one of his usual I-am-the-man-who-knows-it-all stint in between commercials of a Hong Kong serial drama show when Rebel deliberately let out a Yeah, right grunt. My dad’s ego was bruised by Rebel’s interruption and he ceased the conversation immediately and stared at Rebel. Rebel stared back. Staring continued for a couple of minutes. My dad rolled up his Punter’s Way magazine. Rebel’s ears pointed forward and his growl was getting louder and louder.

My dad’s picking a fight with my dog. You have got to be kidding me? I thought.

Before I could ponder any longer how absurd this scenario was, my dad stood up grinning, went towards Rebel with his rolled-up magazine. Obviously, my dad was just fooling around but Rebel didn’t know that. He leaped off the sofa and attempted to bite my dad. My dad wasn’t too pleased, and complained immediately that Rebel was disrespectful.

Respect from a dog? Huh? I was absolutely bewildered.

My mum then stepped in and chided my dad. “It’s YOUR fault! You wanted to hit him, of course he’d bite back. What do you expect him to do? Remain still and let you hit him? Stop it right now!”

Now my mum’s taking sides. Rebel’s side. Ok, the commotion we’re creating is even more dramatic than the Hong Kong serial drama show.

My dad grumbled under his breath and went to the bedroom. Rebel realized he won, and proceeded to give my face a little lick. No, really, I kid you not.

Day Three: 6 January, Saturday, 2007
Rebel and I had an appointment with the super-hot-and-oh-so-sexy vet, Dr Lau, from Animal Recover Centre. It’s about Rebel’s puking (no it has not gone away) and his newly formed hunchback. How do you tell a dog not to hunch, by the way?

Anyway, when we were walking back to the taxi stand, Rebel decided to leap off my arms and run off. I was furious alright. Try chasing your dog around the entire shopping mall with passerbys laughing and see if you would get mad too. I know Rebel hates the vet visits but no choice what?!

Pray for him would you? He is due for an endoscopy next Friday. He will be sedated, upon which a microscopic camera will be shoved down his throat. We need to see if his dontknowwhat tube to his small intestine from his stomach is indeed too small, and hence, causing him to repel his food. If so, a surgery is required.

God, I hope it goes well. My baby boy’s gonna be sedated for the first time. ☹

  1. Blogger Hedonistics Anonymous said:

    poor rebel. but at least he's the good hands of the sexy doctor, yea?

    my cat and my mum used to have similar showdowns like your dad and rebel. my mum would enter the kitchen armed with a rotan and when she's not looking, my cat would fly out from under the cabinet and sink all his claws into my mum's calves. needless to say, my kitchen was a perpetual warzone.

  1. Blogger Pat Law said:

    Past tense. Hmm. Where's your cat now?

  1. Blogger Hedonistics Anonymous said:

    beats me. i came home one day and he was gone. my parents told me that he ran away, but i won't put it past my mum to give him away when i wasn't around.

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