I was up and about one fine Sunday morning, stretched my arms up, went to the backyard and found myself totally alone. Papa took Ma Fin and the rest of the gang to church, 5 or so minutes away from where we lived. Then, I saw our dogs inside their makeshift kennels, lying down (they didn’t even acknowledge the presence of their secondary master, haha! My two brothers are the first) by wagging their tails or making sounds. But when I went around them saying my “good mawnin, doggies”, sang the Monday-Sunday nursery song and woof, woof, woof they went barking like crazy, mad dogs especially those two crazy sharpies on the other side of the kennel who barked the loudest and craziest. I want to kick them out because they ruined my one, fine, sun-shiny day. I loathe them. Probably because I was out of their sight for a year and a half and seeing me again is like seeing an intruder. hah!
But the words written on the chart really made me laugh a bit. On it were the words written by my brother, “Expected delivery dates of the bitches”. Oh well, I know that a bitch is a she dog but I couldn’t help but thought of the slang def. of it which is a malicious, unpleasant, lewd woman. Anyhoo, four of our bitches will be giving birth soon and kuya has to keep track of their daily food intake and vitamin supplements.
Bitches’ names and the blah blah’s
Sugar: 20-30 (July) 14- 17 12x by Macy Cdo
Misty: 20-23 (July) 2-28 4x Chuckie Cdo
Hanni: Aug 01-11 6-9 11 x by Hippo, 1 x by Pumpkin
Tara: Aug. 03-13 12 x shadow
Those were probably the dates they were knocked up and the number of times they were being knocked up and Macy, Chuckie, Hippo, Pumpkin and Shadow were the knock uppers. Hahaha!! So bitchy, right?
