Hoodlum.

10-Dec-2009
Tired but contented; somewhat sad.

As I let that little hoodlum out of her crate, she jumped to me excitedly and then let out soft whimpers before licking me all over my face. My heart broke. Yes, my little monster. I miss you dearly too. You turned my life upside down in a span of three weeks living with me and I witnessed your transformation from that leg biting, violent, yapping hoodlum to one that is well-socialised, calmer but still yappy. And sadly, I knew that it was a matter of weeks before her owners will decide that they will stop her daycare completely... after all, it was just a few minutes ago her owner said to me, "We are thinking that another option will be to get another dog to be with her."

I hung my head down and had nothing to say to them. Afterall, my role as the care taker will expire in due time. The only reason why they had put her with me in the first place was because of complains of her violent barks. And after just like 21 days of staying with me, I had taught her name, some basic obedience, frantically socialised her, took her out, fed her, bathed her, introduced her to grooming and the scary blower.... and some 21 days later, only to be reminded, yes. She is not my dog.

But the bond between hoodlum and me had already intensified. I looked at her today and had to make a conscious effort not to draw the attachment again. I knew deep down that I will most likely not be seeing her again unless for some "emergency" overnight stay or just "emergency". Period. So in a way, I am grateful for having the additional help this month as it makes it easier for me to draw myself away from her.

Everytime I look at hoodlum, I smile to myself. She is my result.

This is starting to feel like the break-up! Ridiculous.

Occupational hazard.