The Fact of Puffy

1. When I lived in Jakarta, Puffy always ran so fast outside the house every time he saw the gate's open and I had to run and got some tactics to make him calm and not run when I moved suddenly to take him home.
2. The first time he came to my house, he had fleas, so I was diligently took it from his body, gave him medicine, and clean the curtains-beds-sofas with his medicine.
3. He loves to sleep on the sofa, under the chair, beside our beds.
4. He once caught a big rat. ieewwhhh..
5. He once loved to annoy a cat, but he got scratch from the cat's claws on his nose. silly Puffy..
6. People called him anjing boneka: a puppy doll.
7. He loves chicken satay and orange fruit.
8. We love play peek a book with him, or play be quiet and boo (shocked game).
9. He once made love with a PUPPY.
10. He was a very jealous dog. He always barked when dad holding one of us on his back or when we just hugging. It's funny how he pushed us with his front legs and barking like we didn't suppose to do that without him. hahaha

I love him so much. Now, I think that's the reason when I feel a little bit disagree when someone (who never pet a dog) buy or pet a dog. I'm afraid they'll hurt their dog, they don't know how to pet their dog in a right way. I'm afraid they'll give their dog a chocolate or something dangerous. I'm afraid they do not bathe their dog and their dog becomes weak by fleas and their dreadlocks makes their skin itchy. I'm afraid they usually don't have enough money to pet a dog, because the treatment for a proper care is expensive. I'm afraid to pet a dog is just a trend, not something they do sincerely to make another God's creature happy and healthy. I'm afraid the owner doesn't have enough time for their dog. Dog is a dog, they are friendly, so are we, right?

Puffy, My Everlasting Love 3

He got worse and I don't know how many times we went to the clinic to get him hospitalized.

Sometimes he would eat the baby food I feed him on a small spoon, but sometimes he threw up. He didn't excited anymore with the outside world, even I didn't have to make him wear a dog leash, because he wouldn't run. He stopped being himself.

Days before my graduate exam, Puffy got to hospitalize again. On Sunday, after I had a private course of math in my house, I made Puffy a meal and four of us went to the clinic to give him a dinner. I don't know, but I did feel so afraid at that rainy night. I was pessimist that he was alive, I don't know why. I really don't know why this feeling is so real. My heart beat so fast...

The vet said we can just go to his kennel, because he just gave him new drinking water minutes ago. Me and my sister walked to his kennel and found that he was sleeping, then I called his name

"Puffy..Puffy.."

He didn't move, and my sister got panic.

I opened his kennel and shook his body, check his heart and also his breath. I found nothing. I pinched his ear and squeezed his nose like I used to just to annoy him. I cried and still hold him. My dad and mom came to us and called the vet, they took us out so that the vet could check him. Then he came to us and said that they were sorry and they said he was okay while ago, maybe he just wait for us to come to get rest in peace.

I couldn't stop crying.

My father asked me whether we buried Puffy around this clinic or around our house, and I said this clinic. After that my father drove us to buy shroud and flower to bury him. It's a little bit funny, but I couldn't help myself with this mourning. I think finally we didn't use the shroud and only use two bucket of flower. I took Puffy's collar and the vet and his assistants dig the grave and wrap Puffy with his towel (it was my towel). After they put him in the grave, we prayed quickly, because it rained heavily.

On Monday, it's hard for me to concentrate with my puffy golf eyes and friends asked me why. I still cried on my paper exam, but the score was great.

I still cried when I was at home, because it is very quite at home. My father cheered us up, and tried to made us tough. And we never pet any dogs anymore, it's a bit traumatic, beside Me and my sister were very busy with our study and many things now, I'm afraid I'll never play and give my dog attention, and also my parents are getting older now, they'll tired with a dog run in my house.

Puffy is not the last dog in my life, but he is the first dog who taught me so many things.

I love you.

Puffy, My Everlasting Love 2

Puffy is a spoiled naughty dog. He always jumped to our legs, he could put his head under our palms so that we had to stroke his head, he could steal our socks to make us caught him, and he always whined when we eat and he was in the different room watching us giggled and talk while we were enjoyed our meal.

Then we moved to Yogyakarta. I was living in dormitory, then I had to back home in Jakarta to help my family, and we went to Yogyakarta with our car. Puffy were in his kennel on the back seat. The veterinary gave Puffy 3 pills of drug to make him calm on the trip, and we also had important documents or license to have drugs and license to bring a pet in case we had to deal with police. At each stop, gas station, or restaurant, people would came to our car and laugh, because a dog like a doll were barking in our car every time he saw a motorcycle or people near the car. So, we had to covered his kennel with a blanket, so that he would stop barking. You can imagine we had to sit pretty crowded with some stuff, mom-dad-sister were on the middle seat, me and a driver were on the front seat, and we had to listen to Puffy's noise. The drugs were useless..

Then we're home!
We were living in a small home-sweet-home, but Puffy still got his space: run from door to door. We found a clinic for him to get vaccinated.

Months later he got sick. He lost his appetite, he didn't run like he did before, he always slept and I always checked whether he was breathing or not (i'm crying when I write this), then we had to go to a clinic. it's a bit far from our house. Then the vet had to hospitalize him because he was dehydrated, maybe it's because of he lost his appetite. About three days later he recovered, we were happy including my mom. My mom always pitied on Puffy when he just slept and did nothing.

Then he got sick again after months later. I was sad that he rarely barking or jump like he was. When I clapped my hand he just shake his little tail and looked excited. I think he just want us to be happy, it made him okay, because he was really weak..

Puffy, My Everlasting Love 1

When I was in elementary school grade 5-6, I love reading books about pet, especially dog. I knew all the treatments. Every afternoons, after went home from school, I went to my neighbor's house and played with their dogs. I loveeeeeee them. When the other kids played Nintendo and Play Station, I played with dogs.

One day, I was graduated from my elementary school and studied in a junior high school. My dad phoned me and asked me the sex and the color of a puppy. Brown and male.

Muffin Puffy. It was the name given to him, my poodle. He has curly and fluffy. My dad's friend gave Puffy to me. Puffy has 3 siblings, his mom is grey. His owner didn't bathe him, because the owner was afraid that he might get sick, so he had fleas and thick. The first time he came in a box in my dad's car, he was afraid for the first time far from his siblings and mommy. I was gently took him out of the box and not disgusting with his fleas, and let him sleep in the upstair's family room, near from my bedroom. When I was sleeping, suddenly I heard Puffy whined, he was crying. I came out and sleep on the sofa while he was sit under the sofa and cry. I stroke his dreadlocks fur, and he began to sleep, and I tiptoed to the restroom to wash my hand and began to sleep in my bedroom. I did it several times, because Puffy was not used to live in my home yet. I did it for days.

He was very active and naughty, my friends said he is like me. No matter how naughty he was, I love him, my sister and my dad too. My mom doesn't really like animal, and she won't a pet in our house. I trained him to lay down (Puffy, tidurrr), to shake hand (tangannya mana? or I just over my right hand), to sit (Puffy, duduk..). He bathed  once a week, got a complete vaccine, once a month went to a pet salon to get cut (his fur and nails), we bought vitamin and dog's stuff. It's such a huge expenditure, but my dad did it for me, my sister, and puffy's happiness. My dad was the scariest person for Puffy (for me too), because my dad is strict, but he is very spoiled to my dad (like me tooo, omg). When we held food, he immediately came in fron of us, sit and raised his right hand on our feet, that's the way to ask for food. He always greeted us when we go home, he would bark, jump, and peek  from the window.

The funny thing is, every time there was a thunder, he would walk down under the sofa. He did the same thing if he caught red handed chewy something and I took it, he knew that he was wrong. Oh but you should know, after a year he lived with us, he started to rebel. Every time he was naughty, we'll slap his butt, but this time, if we were mad and show up our palms in the air, he'll show his teeth and growled. Ughhh he's so naughty! but we love him so much :D