Puppy

It was a sunny Sunday when my housemate Ozy had asked me if I was home, I immediately thought something may be wrong. In the meantime I was having lunch with Dawn at the Spur in the Waterfront. I then told Ozy I was on the way home and he said he has a surprise (I thought it may be his way of saying he bought booze).

Dawn said jokingly ‘what if he got a puppy’ and I replied ‘he wouldn’t do that’. As soon as I got home I went upstairs to see what the surprise was, and to my surprise it was a puppy. I could not believe my eyes. . .she was beautiful, she was snow white and she had blue eyes (almost like a blonde with blue eyes). She was a pitbull girl and only 6 weeks old.

Like any other females that come across a cute puppy Dawn and I both said awwww. . .we could not stop holding her and petting her, we even starting timing each of us holding her. She was so adorable and we spoilt her like a human baby.

After day 2 of having her in the house it was my turn of having her spend the night with me. Before bedtime that night I fed her, gave her water, played with her (to tire her out), and soon enough it was bedtime. The puppy could only stop whining and fall asleep quickly if she was able to crawl into my neck and have me stroke her to sleep. Any slight movement and she’d moan. Once she gave a big sigh it was safe to place her in her shoe box bed.

It was unfortunate however that in the same week she graced us with her presence, Dawn and I had to leave to Namibia on our holiday. It was sad when we returned though as Ozy had sold her to someone else because he had no time to take care of puppy. She was gone. . .she was the closest thing to my own puppy I ever had.