It's funny how it took me a really long while to realize that I never chose a Basset Hound right from the beginning.
The first time I saw Mojo was when I finally got home from my parents' one-year exile in Zamboanga City. I heard his baying bark and I instantly saw his face when he peeped through the fence along with his housemates Mocha and Chay-Chay (Mocha's daughter). I walked into the house and he instantly jumped on me and I was scared because I've never seen a purebred before.
Then Deo said that it's okay and that he's friendly.
Yep, I never chose a Basset Hound. The Basset Hound chose me and I even felt the pressure more when Deo died.
And so I took the responsibility of it and loved and cherished Mojo and even planned to continue what Deo decided before. But then I began to wonder, how could I love someone if I don't even know anything about him/her?
That took a real blow on me when Mojo was diagnosed of UTI and I had to admit him to the vet. I knew then that I have to have more knowledge. And so I did and I even learned from others as well.
Then it struck me that all this time--the care and the attention that I gave to my hounds is much more like love in a relationship. In order to love, one must know the personality of a person. In my case, the temperament of my hounds is one thing I learned by observing them everyday and everywhere they are. What's even more interesting is the fact how different each of them in a pack! They never cease to make you smile everyday.
Then, their needs. For two people in a relationship, their supply and need for love is constant in order for the relationship to work. Of course, relationships are always work. For me, their needs for nutrition and exercise are very much important. And also, tummy rubs! Teehee!
Finally, there's patience, endurance and perseverance. The will to withstand obstacles is a test of how strong their love is. In my case, my fight for their place here in the subdivision and the strong winds of unpredictable weather is my will for them.
And so with my title today, "Love is Dog."
Dog is a representation of love. If you wanna know what love is, try a dog in your home. But I was even luckier, because right from the start I didn't chose the Basset Hound. It chose me. Love chose me.
You know how good that feels? So good.
The first time I saw Mojo was when I finally got home from my parents' one-year exile in Zamboanga City. I heard his baying bark and I instantly saw his face when he peeped through the fence along with his housemates Mocha and Chay-Chay (Mocha's daughter). I walked into the house and he instantly jumped on me and I was scared because I've never seen a purebred before.
Then Deo said that it's okay and that he's friendly.
Yep, I never chose a Basset Hound. The Basset Hound chose me and I even felt the pressure more when Deo died.
And so I took the responsibility of it and loved and cherished Mojo and even planned to continue what Deo decided before. But then I began to wonder, how could I love someone if I don't even know anything about him/her?
That took a real blow on me when Mojo was diagnosed of UTI and I had to admit him to the vet. I knew then that I have to have more knowledge. And so I did and I even learned from others as well.
Then it struck me that all this time--the care and the attention that I gave to my hounds is much more like love in a relationship. In order to love, one must know the personality of a person. In my case, the temperament of my hounds is one thing I learned by observing them everyday and everywhere they are. What's even more interesting is the fact how different each of them in a pack! They never cease to make you smile everyday.
Then, their needs. For two people in a relationship, their supply and need for love is constant in order for the relationship to work. Of course, relationships are always work. For me, their needs for nutrition and exercise are very much important. And also, tummy rubs! Teehee!
Finally, there's patience, endurance and perseverance. The will to withstand obstacles is a test of how strong their love is. In my case, my fight for their place here in the subdivision and the strong winds of unpredictable weather is my will for them.
And so with my title today, "Love is Dog."
Dog is a representation of love. If you wanna know what love is, try a dog in your home. But I was even luckier, because right from the start I didn't chose the Basset Hound. It chose me. Love chose me.
You know how good that feels? So good.
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I don't know if I agree with hat last comment.... I love the things you share. Thank you.
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