After the holidays of 2012 and the new year has long been celebrated, I demanded a gift from my boyfriend Vince. I asked him for a dog. We found a couple of Ads online and started making calls. We finally got a deal for a pup ready to be handed in about 2 weeks time. Wow, that fast! Because of this, I wasted no time and started educating myself about Dog care. I mean, I've heard this thing about how having a dog is like having a kid and how you take care of it is like you'll be like to your future kid. Something like that. So I read and read lots and lots of articles about the dog I chose until I went nuts.
I learned that Golden Retrievers are the friendly type. They are smart, easy to train and is highly effective as rescue dogs. That's different from being the guard dog, ok? That's most definitely because they're friendly, even to strangers. So instead of protecting you, a Goldie will most probably be licking the face of your attackers and then go home with them if it feels like it. They don't really bark a lot. In fact, by the barking behavior of a dog you can already tell what his real breed is. Ain't that cool?
So a couple of weeks later the dog is ready to be handed to us. Get ready to swoon.
We went home straight to Kamias and fed him lots and lots of milk. He is just so adorable me and Vince were just gushing over him the entire afternoon. Back then, we called him Abe. Short for Abraham. I liked it and it somehow worked. But as soon as I took him home to Marikina, things changed. He wouldn't respond to the name. Later on I realized that is because everyone inside the house call him whatever name they want to call him - Brownie, Tuklaw, Pumpkin and so much more. So what I did is, I went straight to Facebook and ask for a little help.
Well, not really little though |
Names after names and days after days I still couldn't choose from all the options I was given. Until, one name stood out from the rest.
Too many choices, too much confusion. |
So there, in just like that, he is now known as Boom.
Here he is enjoying a massage from the Vet. No, he's actually about to get an injection for skin problems. |
He's a rather happy and lively dog. But he's got far too many skin problems. We make trips to the Vet about twice a month just so he gets better. We found out that, naturally, he's a vegetarian. We didn't know that until this check-up wherein we've already been feeding him Beef meals for puppies all along.
At 3 months old. |
Boom with the Cone of Shame |
Vitamins after vitamins and nuggets after nuggets, he got better...
Boom's first trip to the Sunken Garden of UP Diliman |
Even better that I finally take him around town.
At an ATM Booth. Boom and I are kinda inseparable at times, you know. |
So much better, he's finally playing around other dogs.
Boom and I running around with Cookie the Bullador. |
Boom is now 10 months old. Only months old but so much bigger. I'm not complaining though. I want him that way.
I'm not sure if this is a good picture to help compare, but here you'll see he is when he was about 7 weeks old (left picture) to about 7 months (right picture).
Boom from toddler to tweener. |
Boom from baby to heavy. Whoa! |
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