Having dogs is one of the life-changing decisions I've made. It taught me in handling responsibility and what it means to have a loyal companion. Even when I hate the smell of poop, I have no choice but to scoop it out from the group. Spraying Lysol has been a constant friend. Giving bath to them after they play on mud or after they caught nastry rats fr our warehouse. They make me feel eager to come home after long commutes, knowing they're so hype at seeing me again with their tails wagging and them running around in excitement.
Sometimes when I'm left alone at home, my 10-year-old Poodle Pomeranian dog, Rich, is always there beside me. The other dogs (mini pinscher) have been transferred to Papa's shop. So she's my only companion now. And talking to her is a usual scene. Everyone in the house knows that. She's a wise dog afterall who can undertand words in our our dialect (Yloco), Tagalog and also English.
This is how we hang out when I stay by our outer sala, but most of the time she's always there tailing me when I help out at Mama's shop.
