sick dog
crushed the pill, mixed it with tuna, he ate it.
Thank GOD!
Because we’ve been force feeding him the medicine for days now and it only gets harder each day.
I love you and everything but…
You’re driving me insane Annie.
If you’re working and your boss drives you insane, you can quit.
If you’re married and your spouse drives you insane, you can divorce.
If you’re crazy and your self drives you insane, you can kill yourself.
Take my brain, please take it. Take it away from me.
And this is one of the worst possible times I can feel like this. But that always happens doesn’t it? I never go crazy at a time which is convenient to me, it’s always at times when it could bloody kill me. Like when I’m about to have my exams, or when I have an assignment due, or when I have an interview with Monash Malaysia (this coming Tues, wish me luck).
When I want to curl up in bed and die, I cannot afford to. When I can afford to curl up in bed and die, I don’t want to.
Home, anyone?
before darwin
Leaving for darwin tonight. Yeahbaby.
Nicky is doing fairly well. Still a little monster, but he’s loveable. He’s always been. Cute as a bug when he’s curled up and sleeping. Fur growing a little. He’s still not very good with commands like “stay” and “come” but he’s okay with sit. And when I holler his name, he usually comes. (or leaves, if he’s followed me into the room) Took him for a walk today, met another shih tzu, they didn’t make friends though, nicky was scared. Nicky also pooped outside today, which I’m very glad for. Although he did also do it once in the backyard this morning. He did also pee in the toilet today. Which is good. He did, however, refuse treats when I tried to reward him for pooping outside.
As you can see, he’s about all that’s on my mind these few days.
Looking forward to going to Darwin later tonight. Haven’t packed yet, nothing new. I just washed some of the clothes that I intend to wear there actually.
My dad composed a song for Nicky. I’ve been his daughter for twenty years and I never got a song. Although my grandma had a song for me and her. =) Of being in a musical family…
I have a fairly regular reader for this blog who is from Singapore, and I don’t know who that person is. I can count all my friends in Singapore with my fingers…
Last exam was yesterday, freedom now. So blessed. Last paper was math, which could have been a lot better, but I’m just glad it’s over.
Will be going to KL on the 24th, for an interview with Monash for their MBBS. I don’t really intend to do MBBS there though, can’t leave Nicky alone with my mum, one will kill the other. Nicky really loves my mum though, when my mum’s around he refuses to listen to me and only listens to my mum. I can yell come with my mum standing next to me and he won’t come. I can see who’s his favourite.
Don’t know what I’m going to do with long sleeves in Darwin. Brought a few sleeveless tops as well, and concealer. But concealer doesn’t conceal everything, just… fades.
Started playing Bejewelled on Fb. Addictive thing.
Every two seconds, I turn to look at Nicky and I see him asleep on his rug, curled up, and he’s so cute. He really likes rugs. I’ve got a few rugs around the house (because we almost never mop the floor so we wipe our feet every time we enter a room instead) and he just loves going to anyone, it doesn’t matter which one, he doesn’t play favourites with rugs, and he’ll curl up and sleep on it, or sit on it, or lick himself on it. Sometimes, he’ll just sit lie next to the rug and only part of his face touches the rug, but he likes it. He just likes rugs.
He hates to wear clothes though.
Cleared out my hostel room yesterday. I’ve had a new room mate for a week now, I only found out yesterday. Said bye to her. She has a huge teddy bear, which I’m jealous of. There’s a weird feeling when it comes to closing this account. The packing up of all my stuff and leaving it, for good. It feels weird. Like I almost don’t want to go.
OCD. Creature of habit I guess. Change is always difficult.
Guess that’s all for today.
nicky, again
Somebody please tell me why I got a dog?
He’s a monster. He’s a monster stuck in a cute little body.
He thinks the kitchen is the toilet. He refuses to stay at the backyard and sleep through the night without whining and barking everybody awake. He hates eating his medicine, which, btw, has to be fed to him twice a day for fourteen days.
But he’s so hard to get angry at because you know he doesn’t know what he’s doing wrong and he just looks so innocent when you want to yell at him.
He comes up to your feet and licks you. He greets you good morning. He follows you around the house and licks your leg as you walk. He licks your hand all over when you pat him. He curls up into a little ball and sleeps with what used to be mummy’s pants (it’s now his blanket and tug toy).
There are times when he’s such a monster you just want to put him in the microwave. And then there are times when he’s so cute you just want to gobble him up whole. Figuratively speaking, of course. Lol
nicky
I got a dog.
Shih tzu.
2 years old
male
keeping its name as nicky
after Archie
