My dog's story.

Some new friends asked (again), why do you name your dog Seven?

All of a sudden, I remembered I wrote about her story somewhere. So i googled it. Sure enough, things that you post on the internet, will never disappear, so i found it.

here's the link

for those lazy ones, here's your story.
I'm quite sure no one will sue me for doing copy paste, coz I wrote this. =P

See below:

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MY name is Alvin, i have a one-eyed puppy shih-tzu named Seven.



===========update July 15 2008 2:12am========

Seven's Story

I suddenly remember someone asked me about why I have chosen Seven instead of other breeds.
I can’t remember if I have already answered that but I kinda feel like answering again.

Well I didn’t choose Seven. Not as in "eh I want a dog, let's pick this" kinda choose.
Even at the moment I brought Seven home, my knowledge of dogs were no more than how much I know about the entertainment industry, which is like, pathetically little. I didn’t even know back then dogs come in different breeds, let alone knowing Seven is a shih tzu (coz never seen a proper cared shih tzu in my life)

Seven was the last litter of my aunt's dog, a pair of shih tzus that are given by her relatives (also my relatives but heck there's too many I dun really know them all), for my aunt dogs were dogs, they were meant to watch the house, guard the gates, and we feed them, and they shut up when we dun want them to bark. For my aunts dogs were something that runs out of the house if you left the gate open, and would dirty the house if you let them in.

When I first saw Seven she was only a week old, she has already lost 3 of her siblings and herself wasn’t doing much good either. to be honest I didn’t have my eyes on Seven, actually I was not even thinking of keeping a dog at home coz I stay in a condo, every time I said I want a dog I didn’t mean it. And at that time Seven's brother which was the dominant male in the litter was doing much better than she did, as you know those are the puppies that easily catch ppl's eyes coz they look healthier and cuter.

it was not another 2 weeks passed before I saw Seven again and this time she was alone in her mother's cage coz her brother was already taken away by my aunt's neighbor’s kid, well basically was snapped away coz the kid saw the healthy fatty cute male puppy and straight away feel in love with him, as how kids usually fall in love with toys. Seven was left alone in her cage as if she was lifeless, lonely and she really dun seems will survive for another week.

As I touched her she woke up and was in search for milk in desperation. Which shown the fact that she was extremely hungry. I could also saw the she was severely undersized if compared to her only surviving sibling. After some thinking I kinda figured out it was the environment that was killing her, plus Seven's mother did not have much milk and did not seem to know how to keep her puppy alive. that was the first time I thought I might wanna take the remaining puppy, you know, just as a good deed, coz I serious did not think I could do any better than her mother in taking care of her.

On that same weekend I visited my grandpa's house again and that was the day I suddenly made up my mind that I wanted to bring her home. I was like "ok I want this puppy", so I stood up, I told my aunt, since the puppy was dying anyway, she didn’t think much before she agrees.

then I stood up, drove to a petsmore shop nearby, bought a cage, some puppy milk powder, a bottle of frontline, a toy (oh gosh what kind of 3 weeks old puppy needs a toy)

Then I went to do some research desperately, coz I only realized how weak seven is AFTER I started to live with her in the first night. I had to wake up and feed her every 2 hours coz she couldn’t drink much milk and was incredibly weak. And I ended up with no sleep. The next morning I skipped all work which had me ended up in a bombardment of telephone calls.

another scary thing about her the next morning is I only realized there were so many bumpy dots on her body when I carry her for a while to examine her for ticks, coz I knew that my where Seven used to live was not that clean. But I was not nearly ready for what I was about to find out. All those bumpy stuffs I mentioned about, each bump represent one tick that was big enough for my fingers to feel them. And there were lots! As in, all over the body! So I started doing the old way, combing them out with a tick comb. then as I was doing it, after 2 hours or so my neck soared terribly, the number has been so many that I even lost count, I could only roughly estimated more than 120-150 judging from the spots on the huge kitchen tissue that I squashed them on. And I used half a dozen of pieces. I thought it was the end after I couldn’t comb big ones out anymore, but then as I examined closer under her fur, I almost screamed.

There were CLUSTERS of baby ticks hatching below her arm pit (well if you get what I mean by arm pit), her neck, her forehead, around her butt area, between her tiny toes.... ooohhhh mmeeeeee gooodiieeeenesssss
No wonder she was so damn restless during sleep. 1 whole day I spent merely to get rid of the ticks, and after that whole day it wasn’t quite that clean, it was a continuous effort in the coming months to get rid of ticks completely. But that night, she slept soundly; I can tell she never had such a good sleep before ever in her life. I kinda felt some bond to her there.

But that was only the first day.
Seven was too weak. it was obvious that she was too weak becoz she cant even drink milk properly, every time I feed her milk I had to let her drink slowly becoz she drank in such a desperate manner that she'd get herself choked. And she was having fever, the worst thing was, I didn’t know she was having fever. I only found out later as I read more about dogs and diseases. I guess I got lucky. There were a few times seven passed out when she was drinking milk, either she suffocated or she was just too weak, I had to massage her lungs in desperation but thank whatever spirit that was out there that it actually worked. There’s about half a dozen occasions that it happened, but I’m glad that those things reduced as she grew healthier, but apparently not healthy enough.

A few days later we found out that Seven’s right eye has swollen so badly it looks like there’s a marble inside her eyes. So we took her to the vet in Ikano as we didn’t know any better ones around, that was the first vet I visit in my life. The lady vet gave me a “hopeless” look from the start and told me not to have too much hope coz my puppy is going to become blind 80% for sure. We weren’t happy of coz… but since she’s the vet and since she said so I didn’t have enough knowledge to argue with her, I just decided that the next day I’m going to bring her to the Animal Medical Center. The lady vet gave seven’s swollen eye some cream or some medication, charged me RM80 and told me to go home.

That was the day Seven lost her eye.
We went home and it was Seven’s meal time, so I set her down by her cage and went to make her some milk. As I turn around tragedy strikes, even before I managed to walk out of my room Seven let out a loud cry of pain. I turn and saw her front paws with lots of blood, as well as her face. Not sure how much you guys could feel my panic but at that moment my panic was spelled like this ====>> P-A-N-I-C x 100

I didn’t even know how to clear the wound… so I had my mom help me wipe the surrounding of the wound to clear the blood, while I find out what was the address of the Animal Medical Center HQ at Jalan Tun Razak. When I got back from phone I made another shocking discovery… I found one tiny little soft transparent ball object at where Seven was hurt, later we found out that was Seven’s lens in the eye which fell out after she pierced her eyeball…

I called the AMC to tell them this emergency… and of coz we rush to the place ASAP. The Eye Specialist there (I didn’t know even vets have specialists) cleared Seven’s wound, bandaged her and gave her a cone so that she wont be able to touch her wound again. Then he told me that he merely cleared the wound but nothing more can be done at the moment. Coz Seven was only 3 weeks old and she was not strong enough for any sort of surgery, as even a little bit of anesthetic can kill her as her internal organs are not fully developed. So he told me that we need to wait for 1 more week and come back, and hope that Seven was strong enough to withstand a surgery to remove her broken eyeball. Before we left he also warned that puppies are very vulnerable to stress, and losing an eye is considered as a major stress, and it’s very likely that Seven would not eat and might die due to excessive lost of blood, and refusing to eat. To be honest, that freaked me out, coz I really wanted to save this little fella.

Luckily appetite was never a problem for little Seven, she always ate like there’s no tmrw as she did before she got injured, and that helped a lot. A week later the doctor told us it was not ideal but she might has a chance to survive the surgery but we should not keep our hopes high… well it wasn’t that pleasant to hear it but leaving her there for the surgery was the only thing I could do at that time. So I did, and went home. The handsome vet promised me that he would give me a call right after the surgery was done the next day, and he did. Seven made it and was recovering well. I think only myself knew how relieved it felt.

From there on it was smooth sailing… sometimes some small problems here and there but everything was getting better for her as she grew healthier. The tick problem made us fought quite a bit but eventually we got rid of it.

And tadah, that was Seven’s story.
May not be an interesting read but it would be so kind of you that actually read until this part.
Sorry for the spellings and grammar but I really dun want to do a proof read… lazy… kekeke

Happy new year, to all of you with love within your heart.

Good bye 2010, Hallo 2011.

1/1/11, looks beautiful to a lot of people. Seems to be signifying a end to all the shitty things. A fresh start to all the awesome things.
For once I'm gonna be superstitious and believe that.

No I dint believe in ghost and I dun believe in angels and devils and I'm not about to discuss about my faith here.

Anyway, to all my readers of this relatively new blog, I wish you a very happy new year. Leave all the sad and sorrows behind, leave all the anger and frustrations behind, leave all the idiots and morons behind. Cross the line, here with me, and let's cheer each other.

If you are at home, please run around the house to hug all the people you love, your mother your father your brothers and sisters. For me, I also hug my dog, but she probably wont feel any differences because i hug her all the time =P

For me, I'd also like to give all my close friends a very tight hug too. No I'm not going to name them. If you are one of my close friends you'll know I'm talking about you, If you are not sure then just come over and I'd give you a hug. Wouldn't have made it through 2010 without you guys. You guys are just simply awesome.

Happy new year to my mom and dad. I haven't been the sweetest child, I know. I just want to assure you I am definitely one of the most loyal. Sometimes I know I haven't been sweet and I know you are not happy with me, but I'm sure by now you see my reasons although I dun like to explain myself when you guys are angry. It'd make me look like I'm being rebellious. I'm way passed the age of being rebellious. This child of yours has grown up, I've learned to see a bigger picture. That's all thanks to you.

Much love to you both.

On a side note, I've been multitasking While I'm typing this blog. I've chatting with my bro while he's playing on PS3 with me watching, and chatting with Buzz Lightyear on WLMessenger, surfing facebook while playing 2 flash games on it. I'm super human when I'm on my own computer. While typing that suddenly I realised how awesome I am. wow let me take 5 minutes off to celebrate myself being such an awesome being.


xxxxxxxx__5 minutes later__xxxxxxxxxxx


Oh dear, everyone has a different timing of fireworks. Cant they just calibrate their clocks before doing it? There was already fireworks heard 10 minutes before 12am, all the way until 10 minutes AFTER 12am, speaking of late lol. Happy 10 minutes late New Year.

Anyway, one last time, Happy new year to all my loving family members, all my loving friends, and the girl that I secretly admire.

I said secretly, dun ask.

oh, and my dog, Happy new year my dear.

Happy new year ;)

Haha... I got this from this fella that owns this blog ==> sinoffire.blogspot.com. He's an amazing dude, you should read his blog if you have the time.

However I'm not going to post a tutorial here on how to get this. Try to google for "bijin-tokei" if you really want it so bad. It's not hard to find.

Anyway, a minutely refreshing photo gallery, that corresponces to the current time. Now that's pretty neat. haha. I have to say Japs are really some people. There's nothing on earth you can imagine and it doesnt eventually show up as "Made in japan".

My gosh.

Apple new products forecast

I find this too funny not to share.

I am by no means an Apple hater. I think apple products are cool but I just think my money could be better spent else where, since I dun earn 100k a month, or something like that.

I simply find this joke funny. Period.

Take it or leave it.

About me (too damn long to post under "profile")

I like a lot of things.

I play all sort Video games, I finish all of them, well not completely, but at least the main storyline. You can say that I'm a person that enjoy stories.

I like telling stories, based on real incidents. Somehow when I tell facts it sounds like stories too, so I'll just say that I like to tell stories.

I like friends, without friends this world is a gloomy place. I have first hand experience in that sorta things. Not something you wanna argue with me about that.

I love my family. Anything for them. I'd whine, I'd complain, but I'd do whatever they need me whenever they need me, no questions asked. well, most the time. I do go crazy when people tell me to go buy 2 eggs on 3 occasions 30 minutes apart.

I have an active brain, it's active even when I'm trying to sleep. I have insomnia. I'm constantly analysing the smallest things around me, from calculating the course of projectile of a falling piece chocolate, from experimenting what sorta respond a girl would give me when I asked her out casually, formally, seriously, or a matter of fact-ly. Usually it's the same answer "no", but oh well.

I like finishing things up. I hate things that I cannot foresee an outcome. I like things that I can predict an outcome, that goes without saying.

I hate people who break promises. Although some of the people I love are actually among the ranks. Oh well, here's reality, nothing's perfect.

I like people I can have a conversation with. Wacky conversation, serious conversation, intellectual conversation, casual conversation, intimate conversation, heart to heart conversation. As long as it's a conversation taking place, you can almost be certain that you are not one of the people I hate. If I try to end a conversation as soon as you try to talk to me, well my friend, you gotta know your place before I make you feel bad.

I like shopping alone. Well, I'd love to shop with someone that can share with. No luck so far, still searching. I make decisions very quickly. However sometimes taking a longer time to make certain decision is actually a process of having fun. Depending on who's the person you're with.

I like going to cinemas but I hate going to cinemas alone. I've done that in my college days, but when a pair of french kissing 15 years olds next to me spilled coke on my pants while I was watching Pearl Harbour, I stopped going to Cinema alone. I should have kicked that guy's ass and kissed his girlfriend, she was kinda cute. Too bad I'm a normal person and I consider myself quite civilised, I didn't do it. *shrugs*

I can talk endless about myself, If I do it all here, it'd be boring. Stay tuned to my blog, I'm sure you'll know much more about what's going on in the world around me.

Cheers

2 drinks

Oh and by the way, I went to the pantry trying to wash my mug and then make myself a drink in another mug.

I ended up making 2 drinks.

Talk about day dreaming...

Post Christmas pre New Year office life.

Imagine yourself at work.
So all morning you've been sitting around surfing web, talk to the girl next to you, then the girl in front of you. Walk around offering people food. Walk around stealing other people's food. Forwarding emails with funny pictures and jokes. Getting paid at the end of the month.

Sounds like a dream job doesn't it?

That's what I've been doing for the last 3 days since the Christmas Monday. Gosh I can tell you it's torturous.

Sitting down doing nothing makes my brain goes into idle mode. For me, brain going into idle mode is really really rare for me. It makes me wanna sleep. Most of the time I'd be thinking about something, issues that needs to be tackled, my own problems, problems of the people I care about.

Not now, which is why I'm typing random things like this.

Started this blog after breakfast.

Bored.

Went out for lunch bitching about my boss to my ex-boss. He said there's nothing he could do about it. I understand. It's not like I'd expect other people to deal with the problem.
Speaking of my current boss.

He's a...

Let's not talk about him now. This post is about blankness and day dreaming. Talking about him would be a little too much of anger frustration and my endless murderous imaginations.
Let's save it for next post.

Stay Tuned.

New Blog Opened.

I never thought one day I'd officially open up a blog in a blogging site.

A blog that's not in mandarin.

A blog that's in English. What joke. And it happened.

A blog that's opened up just because I am so bored at work that I can't get anything done and have no access to facebook.

A blog that's being opened just because I have nothing else that I can do, rather that nothing to do.

Oh well.


Yesterday was not much different from what is happening now. I picked up a total of 3 calls in the whole day, and all of them had to be transferred away. In other words they were none of my business. For once, I'd love to have things that I can keep myself occupied that I can actually keep my brain occupied.

Helped out here and there with some cut and paste works but that almost got me killed. If iI actually died, the Reason of death would be "lack of brain activity". Copy paste>next page>copy paste>next page>rinse and repeat. I did that more than a thousand times in the last 2 days.

Argh. Sucks.

Anyway, grumpiness aside.
Welcome you all to my new blog, chances are, you who are reading this could be the first person that clicks into this blog. If you are, and you found this actually without me referring you to it, let me know. That's a meal/drink of on me. Too bad I don't mean any alcohol.

Cheers.