Toby's adventures

My 2nd week

It was early morning already, but I decided to nap a bit more since mom must be getting annoyed of how early I wake up. She too must get a rest, right?

I walked under the bed, stretched (dogs stretch by raising their back) and lied down again, this time very alert. I heard someone walk and when I looked up, it was mom!

Mom raised me and said "hey, Toby! Aww, you were awake all this time? Come, we'll have some food" I wagged my tail, acceptingly, then I was brought to the kitchen where mom gave me royal canine. I was starting to get sick of this thing, but I somehow held it in since I didn't want to be a nuisance at first itself. Ammu was still in bed, covered in a blanket and pillows. 

After an hour or so, Ammu and dad woke up and we all sat at the dining room. I waited for my share, but of course, they might not give me. 

And that's when I was surprised. Mom, dad and Ammu gave me shares of their food! I gulped them down hungrily, then looked at everyone for my next mouthful. I never thought they would give this to me! That's when I realized it again - they gave me the right amount of food everytime! Not large, nor small! And also, they gave their food to me even without me begging them too much, like they've always been doing that. 

That's when I saw it...A surprising, sad and sweet thing

Why it's surprising - because what I suspected was true! My parents did have a dog before, and it was fully pug! Maybe it's because they didn't get an original pug, that they bought me instead!

Sad - because it seems to be a photo of memory....which means he might be....well, you know. I've seen a memory photo like this in my old owner's house, which was of a human.

Sweet - it was a cute and chubby little pug, and I awed at how well my owners have made a memory for a dog!

I also felt kinda jealous of this dog, as I could feel just from my owners' talk that he was a sweet, cute doggy and not a naughty, annoying puppy like me! Maybe I'll change when I'm older? I thought to myself, or maybe I do not need to fully change my behavior. I might just need to change the biting, nipping, and peeing inside! Yes, that's it!

Now I felt more hopeful. I felt grateful to this dog for making me find my new way, and new personality. My parents would've been happier if he was still here, I thought sadly. But now that I understood how I should behave, I felt happier - and hopeful.

A while later we all were downstairs, and as usual, I ran nearby the washbasin and began sniffing to pee there. It was my usual toilet, and mom always scolds me after I pee there. But I just can't control it!

But today, when I started sniffing, mom yelled for me to go outside. Usually I would not hear it and pee anyways, but today, unconsciously or something, I stopped sniffing, perked up my ears and ran outside, as the door was open. I looked down at the stairs since I was too small to climb or get down stairs, so Ammu quickly caught me and put me at the bottom of the stairs, where I sniffed again - and peed.

Ammu and mom clapped happily and called me a "good boy" again, along with it, giving me my favorite treat!

I should start peeing outside from now, I thought, it's because I did that that mom gave me this treat now!