I took the bus today. I much prefer it to trains sometimes. Mostly because it seems less crowded, and in a smaller space of a bus versus a train sometimes you get to see and watch people better. I boarded it just outside my office, to head to an afternoon lunch class, and it was pretty full. There were two seats empty across from each other on the lower aisle, I took the one on the right purely because the sun was shining on the one on the left. Next to me was an old lady, an Ah Mah.
Giving me attitude everyday. This sassy old man of mine really whines and barks like crazy whenever he wants attention from me. This was taken last week, if y’all look at his right paw (on your left) then you can see his lump. His skin has been flaking up again too. Ughhhh need to arrange for grooming treatment soon.
Have been thinking about this a lot, but it’s really quite hard to articulate and obviously talking about it makes me want to cry. It is however a reality that I have to face and here it is. The last year or so I have been trying to get used to the idea of my old pup #luckytong getting old. We roughly got him when he was a puppy, I think less than 4 or 5 months old. I don’t remember the details but I do remember not being very interested because I had two other dogs already, Angel and Rocky.
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