Run. Eat. Sleep. - A pet dog's journey.
My senior puppy : Alex This post is for the 'good boy' of my house. Big and very very strong. Alex came to my house on 28th of September 2005. He was 10 days old, his eyes weren't open, and he didn't know how to walk or lift his body. He came in a shoe box. He would fit in my palm. He was tiny, and black and for a moment I thought that my mother's brother had gifted me a mouse. My brother was so excited he went to every house of our block to inform them about our cute puppy. The first 6 months were the toughest. Toilet training him, waking up early in the morning to feed him, to take him outside, to teach him to not litter the house. But they were also the most adorable moments. My mom would hit his bowl with a spoon to call him for dinner, and he would wobble around the house, hit some furniture on the way and present himself with all the happiness in this world. We would bathe him every second week, then wrap him in a towel and sit with him...