Mdm and my office at lunch last Wednesday (pigging out on food prepared by the students from International Hospitality Management)
I didn't manage to get the peace I have anticipated. In fact, I had a terrible night yesterday. At somewhat regular intervals, our dog howled. It was terribly annoying and I was jerked awake periodically. Anyway, I managed to drag myself to work this morning and I thought I deserve a pat on my shoulder.
Ok, back to the dog.
He attempted escape numerous times and when he did, he would appear at the front gate at about the time when everyone gets back from work/ school. Somehow, he always find his way back home. Few weeks back, instead of being cautious and try keeping him in every morning (which is by the way, a very tedious job), SIL decided that the dog would be allowed to roam the streets in the day. You know how humans succumb to temptations, dogs too. And I warned P about it. I predicted that he would be home later and later each day and soon, he would be gone. And that happened. He was punctual for the first few days, and then he got home later and later (like 6pm, 7pm). Last Thursday, he was home at 9pm. We had to check the gates (front and back) every half an hour. So after his last venture, SIL decided that he should be locked in. And since then, he howls continuous (now stretching into the nights).
And just yesterday, I was on the phone with mummy. She attended a birthday celebration the day before and as usual, she had lots to share about her meet-up with my uncles and aunts. Mummy mentioned that one of my married cousins is having a very active nightlife (twice weekly). She frowned upon this and commented that his frequent late nights out will only "brew trouble".
It so reminds me of our dog.
I didn't manage to get the peace I have anticipated. In fact, I had a terrible night yesterday. At somewhat regular intervals, our dog howled. It was terribly annoying and I was jerked awake periodically. Anyway, I managed to drag myself to work this morning and I thought I deserve a pat on my shoulder.
Ok, back to the dog.
He attempted escape numerous times and when he did, he would appear at the front gate at about the time when everyone gets back from work/ school. Somehow, he always find his way back home. Few weeks back, instead of being cautious and try keeping him in every morning (which is by the way, a very tedious job), SIL decided that the dog would be allowed to roam the streets in the day. You know how humans succumb to temptations, dogs too. And I warned P about it. I predicted that he would be home later and later each day and soon, he would be gone. And that happened. He was punctual for the first few days, and then he got home later and later (like 6pm, 7pm). Last Thursday, he was home at 9pm. We had to check the gates (front and back) every half an hour. So after his last venture, SIL decided that he should be locked in. And since then, he howls continuous (now stretching into the nights).
And just yesterday, I was on the phone with mummy. She attended a birthday celebration the day before and as usual, she had lots to share about her meet-up with my uncles and aunts. Mummy mentioned that one of my married cousins is having a very active nightlife (twice weekly). She frowned upon this and commented that his frequent late nights out will only "brew trouble".
It so reminds me of our dog.
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