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When
I was young, my first impression in my neighborhood I experienced was
being hit by a car because of my hyperactive nature. Well... let just say
that I didn't know how to walk (Ah! I only knew how to run, heh, heh, heh).
Everyone thought my leg might have been broken since I made such a loud
scream noise when the front bumper of a car touched my leg. My mom was so
panic that she took me to my regular clinic right away. The result of the
accident made me walked with a bright green soft plaster cast on my back
leg for a while. I had to admit that it was quite embarrassing!!! Believed
me! However, the bright green cast didn't stop me from my running habit!
Only a few days later I was back to running again. But this time, I
learned my lesson and was more careful when I walked or played on the
street. Too bad, I heard from my cousins Bobo
(a
handsome Airedale) and Sheba (a big mutt) who live with their family in
Vancouver that they get to go to a park and get to run in a field all
the time. They don't have to walk and play in the street; in fact, they
aren't allowed to do that. I hope one day me and my fellows dogs in the
city of Angle like Bangkok will have our own dog-park.
Did I complain a lot? Sometime my Mae Noo-na thinks so, she said I mummered
too much some time. Anyway, I considered myself a very lucky dog because
at least I have a playland in my community. It is a perfect place for me
to chasing and teasing some baby fighting cocks (too bad that those chicks
don't see 
the humor in it). Sometimes they ran too slow so I caught one and took
it back home to show off with my mom and her family. I remembered the day
my grand mom was so angry at this behavior due to the fact that she caught
me in the act having a baby fighting cock in my mouth and by the
time we arrived home it was in a shock mode and died. As a result, my
grand mom had to pay money to compensate the owner of that poor little
chick. I still think that the owner was overreacted and tried to get too
much money from my grand mom. After that unfortunate incident, every time
they took me for a walk I had to be on a leash especially when I wanted to
go to the playland. That was going on for a while before they trusted me
again (or not I'm not sure since I am never allowed to be closed to that
area any more).
 
Where
is an egg? One time during the New Year Festival, my mom's family received
a gift from a neighbor, it was a huge basket full of fresh eggs. Who would
eat such a raw egg? One might think... I don't know how
my mom knew what I did with an raw egg since I tried my best to cover all
the evidences. I thought I did pretty good myself as I saw nothing was out
of place before 
I left the dinning room!!! There was nothing to prove my guilt. I forgot
one thing though. MOM knows everything. What a scary thought!!! She made
me sit in front of her and started lecturing (Oh! she knows I hate this
more than being punished physically). She told me that "I knew your
trace and I also noticed a sticky floor because of the egg white".
Nonetheless nobody knew how it happened since a basket was on a table not
on a floor and other eggs were still in a good shape and in the same spot
as they were. You know what, I was so happy that day! Yeas.. I hit the
rock.
More
practice!!! I have to confess that whenever I smell a grilled chicken or
grilled liver... I couldn't control or stop myself. It's like when you see
something you really love and you have to have it. You know what I
mean...Sorry mom! I apologize to her in my mind that I had to do (steal)
it again. Then I told myself that I could do it, I could open a food
cupboard door, it was not too hard for my talent. There were 3 sticks of
grilled chickens and 2 sticks of grilled liver in a plate on the top shelf
in the food cupboard. My
stomach was crying... hungry, hungry. After the mission was accomplished I
walked away as nothing happened a second ago. A few hours passed, mom came
in the kitchen--opened the food cupboard--hopefully to have a stick of
grilled chicken before having her dinner. She found nothing, so she looked
at the floor. Suddenly a loud voice calling my name came screeching
into my long ears. I came to her and pretended to be so sad-- trying to tell her that I wouldn't do it again, I wouldn't do it
again. Please forgive me! That's it. I was a winner again.
One
picture is worth a thousand words or an old saying in Thai "Sib Pak
Wa Mai Thao Ta Hen". This is a true story and of course I'm not lying
you. My special skill is holding a bag in my mouth (especially if there is
a food in the bag). Opening a door is a simple task for me. Now let see!
when I combine these skills together I can do a wonderful job that make
everybody feel so proud of me and sometimes forget a naughty incident I
just did.  I
like to go shopping at a Som Tam restaurant (where is closed by my house)
with some of my mom's family members. When I get a bag that full of
grilled chickens and one gives me a command "Take the bag to your
grand mom" I would speed myself--run straight to home--open the latch
of the front door--open the second door to go inside the house-- until I
meet my target. My Grand Mommy! Did I tell you enough that I love her very
much!!! Now, without begging I know I would get some treats
"umm...ummm... maybe one or two grilled chickens..." I
knew I did a perfect job!!! I love to make them proud of me. Then, again,
as you recall, except when I smell some food being left unattended!!!
Well I think I will leave my stories for now and bring your attention to
moowan's adventure. If you remember how hyperactive I am, please note
that moowan is much, much more hyperactive than I am.  Her
favorite activities when she was a puppy were biting a bathroom wood-door,
digging a big hole in the yard, making the house dirty with dirt and sand
that she always brings in with her long hair, crashing a clothes-line pole
until it fell down, etc. I'm not blaming my little daughter and if you
want to love her, I should warn you that you should get to know both sides
of her nature (I think you deserve the truth!). Mommy and her family don't
condemn her since they realize she is not such a bad dog. She just needs
love and they have to pay more attention to her or work closely with her
in order to improve her personality.
Preparing moowan’s belongings before she was
sent to an obedient school was like preparing child’s stuff to a kindergarten.
My grand mommy bought her a school bag, a training leash, a walking leash,
a chock chain, two towels, a can of talc, a brush, a bottle of vitamin,
a lot of snacks, a bottle of shampoo and etc. Don’t think that grand mommy
was over-acted!!! 
These were the list from the school and we had to prepare
those supplies for our beloved puppy. Mommy never worried anything about
moowan except her sleeping habit as she neither slept outside the house
nor slept alone at night. But
this time she was going to be alone (I mean living without Mae matha or
other family’s members). For that reason the day after sending moowan
to school, grand mommy called moowan’s trainer to make sure she was fine;
otherwise, grand mommy would ask for a special treatment for her. What
was the special treatment? Well.. Let see…it meant moowan’s trainer would
invite her to sleep in his room at night but of course the school would
charge mommy extra money as well. Unfortunately… moowan didn’t get this
opportunity. A week later, mommy went to visit her at school and took
her back home. 
What happened??? If I say she had a big problem at school
and her trainer asked mommy to bring her back home, I bet you won’t be
surprised (after hearing lots of moowan’s mishap). Here’s the story… the trainer told mommy that moowan had a
lymphatic gland sickness, he took her to a clinic and not only did she
need to take a bath but she also had to take pills everyday. And in this
situation, mommy had to bring moowan home. What a poor moowan!… As a result,
moowan got a special attention from mommy. She was taken a bath and eaten
pills every day until her health was recovered. This time mommy told me
before she sent moowan back to the school that if there were something
wrong with moowan again; she would pay extra money in order to keep moowan
to sleep with her trainer at night. Fortunately everything went in its
way until moowan graduated. 
She stayed at the
school a bit longer than other normal puppies in her class. Her
trainer told mommy that she was such a high confident pup and he had to
let her play before started training. Mommy told me that she didn’t blame
the school since she knew her trace. Perhaps I would say we are not guarding
dogs or police dogs so we don’t need to be super smart dogs, do we? Well
^-^… we are family dogs that need someone to take care. Eieiei…
Ooh!
my poor little pooch... There was a car noise, then there was a loud hurt
noise from moowan. Everybody knew automatically there was something wrong
with moowan as she was the only one playing outside. When everyone ran to
her, she was crying and saying "mommy, mommy I was bitten
at my belly. it's hurt". She was bleeding, so my mom took her
to the clinic. At the clinic, no one seemed excited about
her wound (since it's not too deep) like the family of Moowan, it is the
norm here. Dogs and cats always come in with all kinds of injuries usually
worse than Moowan's. Moowan was shaved her hair off around her wound at
her tummy so the vet could clean it. This was her first time that she got
5 stitches onto her body. Way to go Moowan! Mommy and grand mom were so
angry that the neighbor let her dog bite moowan. Therefore, they gave
moowan's bill to that owner. Mom told me that we just wanted to let the
neighbor know how hurt moowan was and of course it was still in her sub
consciousness. Time and time passed; however, this experience was still
in her mind haunting her since she neither wants to pass or plays closely
to that house any more.
In a big park... I like to go to a big park with moowan. Every time we go
there we can have a lot of exercises (that we need!) and we also get to
play in a muddy pond. How can we go into the muddy pond without yelling
and screaming from our owner? Well, it's very simple... First step,
pretend that we want fresh air near the muddy pond by walking along the
edge of the pond. Second, pretend that we miss a step and fall into the
pond (in the manner of walking into the pond). Is it easy? 
Yes.. it's
absolutely easy for us since we have done this a couple times and no one
could stop us in time before we got wet. One might raise a question, how
are we allowed to get in a car back home when we are wet. Tell you the
truth, it is because one of my mom's family member who ;is assigned to
take care of us not only clean our beautiful long hair but also wipe our
feet off with a towel before letting us to jump in the car. Leaving
jealousy eyes from other people behind. One may think that why are these
silly people treat their dogs like children? Well, the answer is that we
are their children. Weather my mom and her family like it or not, I know
that they love Matha and Moowan dearly.
Moowan
and I are really well known dogs and everyone in my community knows us.
We have a lot of human friends but very few small dog friends. Even though
there are a lot of dogs in the community, most of them are Thai breeds
that love fighting like the one that bit moowan’s belly (if you remember!).
Hence we have a little close (dog) friends.
They are two cocker spaniels and two poodles (toy). One-day
moowan and I went outside with grand mommy to do our exercise and play
with our friends. Grand mommy stopped herself by talking with her neighbors
who just got a new white poodle (toy). At that time the poodle came
to play around her owner and suddenly moowan ran straight to that tiny
pooch and held it into her mouth. 
Oh my god!!! What was wrong with moowan?
She never did like this before. Did she hate that tiny pooch? There was
no reason why moowan despised it. The poodle owner seemed very scary about
moowan’s behavior. Thus, grand mommy had to order moowan to let that poor
little pup down. She was oblivious with the reaction of the humans (both
from grand mommy and the poodle's owner) and still ran around and tried
to chase that pooch again. Finally grand mommy had to drag moowan back
home in order to keep the peace with the neighbor. After that incident,
whenever grand mommy wants to let moowan and I out she has to make sure
that there are neither people nor dogs on the street, since we both love
to run and don’t really know how to walk like a normal dog. 
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