Keller
Last night, I switched on the tv at 10, wanting to watch "Miss Match" on Channel 18. But I was disappointed to find that "Miss Match" was replaced by "Miss USA 2005" just for this week. The models were definitely stunning but I lost interest after awhile, I'd much rather watch "Miss Congeniality".
I began to do some channel surfing when I stumbled upon the dramatised version of the Japanese movie "Quill" on channel 56. I stopped surfing channels. Quill just caught my eye. Just look at him!
I found this picture on the web
I did not watch the whole movie of "Quill" except for the last half an hour or so of the movie. Even though it was just half an hour, I cried buckets. It's a really touching, sad show. I thought last night's episode was no where near the ending of the movie so I wouldn't cry, but I was wrong. I was fighting back tears with all my might. I would have just let go of the tears welling up within me, except for the fact that my dad was sitting just beside me. I was a little too embarrassed to cry in front of him. Later I found out that my sister watched the afternoon telecast of the same episode I caught, she cried too. Buckets, I'm not sure. All I know is that she cried, and it is comforting enough for me because it's good to know I'm not an emotional cry-baby. :)
Which brings me to my dog, Keller. He is also a labrador, similar to Quill. He's old (about 6-7 years old) and has saggy skin. Why saggy skin? Well, he used to be s-duper fat before my family moved house. At our new house, we didn't allow him to do his business inside the house, whether it was big or small. Keller would just have to "hold" it all in until 8pm, that's when my maid brings him out on his run. And as you know, holding it all in for a whole day can make someone desperate. Same with Keller. When we let him run, he runs. He pulls on the leash with all his might so that he can find comfortable spots to "let go". After a few years of this routine, he has lost almost all of his excess fats due to the pulling and running. Now, he's just saggy because the skin expanded with all the fats. Here's a photo of my dearest doggy:
He was VERY un-cooperative. He refused to look into the camera to make a cute doggy face. You will just have to content yourself with this photo of him then. ;)
I began to do some channel surfing when I stumbled upon the dramatised version of the Japanese movie "Quill" on channel 56. I stopped surfing channels. Quill just caught my eye. Just look at him!
I found this picture on the web
I did not watch the whole movie of "Quill" except for the last half an hour or so of the movie. Even though it was just half an hour, I cried buckets. It's a really touching, sad show. I thought last night's episode was no where near the ending of the movie so I wouldn't cry, but I was wrong. I was fighting back tears with all my might. I would have just let go of the tears welling up within me, except for the fact that my dad was sitting just beside me. I was a little too embarrassed to cry in front of him. Later I found out that my sister watched the afternoon telecast of the same episode I caught, she cried too. Buckets, I'm not sure. All I know is that she cried, and it is comforting enough for me because it's good to know I'm not an emotional cry-baby. :)
Which brings me to my dog, Keller. He is also a labrador, similar to Quill. He's old (about 6-7 years old) and has saggy skin. Why saggy skin? Well, he used to be s-duper fat before my family moved house. At our new house, we didn't allow him to do his business inside the house, whether it was big or small. Keller would just have to "hold" it all in until 8pm, that's when my maid brings him out on his run. And as you know, holding it all in for a whole day can make someone desperate. Same with Keller. When we let him run, he runs. He pulls on the leash with all his might so that he can find comfortable spots to "let go". After a few years of this routine, he has lost almost all of his excess fats due to the pulling and running. Now, he's just saggy because the skin expanded with all the fats. Here's a photo of my dearest doggy:
He was VERY un-cooperative. He refused to look into the camera to make a cute doggy face. You will just have to content yourself with this photo of him then. ;)
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