Why Dogs
Recently I watched 10 Promises to my Dog, read " Marley and Me" and I look at the dogs passing me as I jog. Truth is, I lived through the lives of 4 dogs since young, and never ever really liked them. 2 were pugs. Like that: I was about 7 when the first one joined my family and I didn't like it. But the second pug came as a surprise when I was in secondary school. It was lost at my block and wandered into the house, looking for a place to pee. It was cute, but fat. We pushed him out of the house after it pee-ed, thinking that the owner might find it. But it was still loitering after 2 days. Sigh so we took him in. Guess his first sleeping place? My school bag. My blue "Umbro" backpack. He looked so much like a pig to me that I named him Ah Fat. He puts his head on my thigh when I do my homework on the floor. And sleeps under my study table. He's snores. Sleeps on his side. And when his nose is itchy, he dives at his towel. He dashes at peop...