Conversations with Grey

Feat Kay

“Small dog. Small dog always night out come. You put out? I put in but small dog out again.”

My sister rescued some puppies from impending doom a few months ago. Eventually we adopted them. Can’t remember if I blogged about them before. There are four of them – Jay, Kay, Elle and Emily. J K L M. Anne was suppose to be the fifth. This is Kay. Isn’t he cute?

They all look skinny but they’re not. Trust me. Their ribcages are always showing, but they are round in the abdomen part. I just need to clarify in case PETA comes after my ass. They are heavy as shit! Kay is the smallest of them four. I have no idea why, but he is. The other three are of average size, active and very playful. Kay is not. He’s like the little brother of the pack. He’s playful also, but not like, run here run there playful. I think he’s the cutest because when you carry him up, he paddles. Here’s how.

I think he was a turtle in his past life. Ironic that he’s very VERY afraid of water now as a dog. I can never wash him like I do the rest of the pack. I have to use wet towels to wipe him instead. And that also he wails like… a dog.

Well, just a few days after my sister rescued them and we gave them a new home (i.e. the doghouse in my dad’s factory), I went to visit them a little while after lunch time. They were all sleeping, still tired and still being puppies. Then when Kay woke up, he suddenly sawan-ed. What’s the word in english. Um, started frothing in the mouth. Yea. I had no idea why. It was pretty bad. I rushed into the doghouse (which was quite large) and quickly took him. I stuck my finger into his mouth to prevent him from biting his own tongue, and quickly massaged his chest. He coughed a little and the foam and froth slowly subsided. I brought him water immediately after that. He was that fragile at that time.

The night guard first alerted me about the dogs running about at night. I let them do that, because, how were they suppose to look after the factory if they are locked up in their doghouse, right? But when they started shitting all over the the place and chewing on paper stocks, pissing people of authority off, I had to do something. So I locked them up at night until I feel it would be a better time. I grew suspicious, so I decided to investigate the next time I fed them.

Now look what he’s doing.

Champion. My champion.