doggie training postponed to next saturday haha.

today dhiya came over to collect her notes.
i had a fun time showing her my collection of pictures HAHA especially the cat ones.

anyway, yesterday morning it was raining heavily at mount vernon so instead of dog-walking, we cleaned up the shelter instead.
much easier than cleaning up the shelter at pasir ris though.
and i was so late in realising that jack can do the paw paw!!!
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhkjdljasdljsdljsa
i nearly teared when i did it with him.
he is such a lovely boy who deserves so much more. sigh.

after that i headed over to pasir ris, but on my way there, i saw this fella wandering around.
there was actually quite a lot of people around but i'm surprised that people just shot glances at the dog and did nothing. sigh.

initially i was a little irritated because i promised the popo that i would be there at eleven plus and i asked her to wait for me to clean the dog area. (damn evil of me to feel this way...)
but i picked up the dog and carried him because he had no collar on.
then i asked a kind young boy to help me buy a collar and leash from the supermarket at the mrt.
it's damn coincidental that before i found the dog i was in the supermarket buying chips(i feel like eating it again) and i happened to stumble upon a small corner which sells a small variety of dog food, leashes and collars.
if not i would not have known that that supermarket sells collars and leashes. haha how noob.
so the boy and i split the cost of the collar and the leash.
thank you, really.
and then i walked around the area where i found the dog to try to spot any frantic panicking owner running around searching for his/her lost dog.
unfortunately, ...
so i went to hail a cab to bring him to the spca.
(popo said i should have brought it to her because she would find a space or him no matter what. she just didn't want him to be at the risk of being euthanised. i was really touched when i heard that.)
thankfully, a passerby started stroking him and i told him that he was actually a lost dog.
he offered to take him in until the owner was found.
i told him that i would do whatever i can on the internet.
i stomped the article last night and contacted the spca today.
but in any case, if no one claims him, i told him that popo would gladly take him in.
and i'm pretty sure he would be adopted fairly quickly.

i reached the shelter at around 12 and apologised for being late.
kristy was happy to see me haha

thankfully another volunteer already cleaned up the dog area.
so kristy and i went around to clean the catteries since there was no supply from 1.30-5.00. zz
anyway this bunch of humans came over to bring the cats over to another shelter because they were infected with some disease.
suddenly there was a commotion because one of the cats escaped from the cattery and climbed to the top of the cattery.
which looks like this:

i didn't really bother about it.
partly because i was occupied with cleaning the cattery and i thought that the cat would be safe since there were like eight people there?
(damn evil again haha but that's me.)
later, they called kristy over to help.
ok then something stirred in me.
suddenly remembered my conversation with her on wednesday when she said that she had a three year-old kid in indonesia.
so i went out. i couldn't find her but i went to the back where there were people gathering around.
the owner of the mischievous cat who refused to be caught was standing on top of the washing machine and wailing. obviously very attached to her cat even though she has dozens of them in the shelter.
i will never forget that look on her face when she asked, "can you help me get my cat please..."
so i acted macho and climbed to the top of the cattery. (my heart was pounding because i kept thinking that i would lose my grip and fall off haha)
the first obstacle to oversome was the short and not so sharp spokes because being a paranoid my mind flashed back to this accident which happened a long time ago when a metal spike pierced through a boy's leg when he was climbing a gate.
good thing it was short lol so i got up anyway.
and goodness i saw kristy on top too...
sounds lesbo, but i was more worried about kristy than the cat.
(which makes me feel ashamed because i should treat both beings equally in this situation)
so basically both of us where crawling on unstable metal bars and through cob webs.
throughout the time we were crawling after the cat, i could hear the owner's cries for help.
i guess that was what made me forget my fear of heights and paranoid imaginations of the metal giving way and thereby resulting in me falling into the cattery below.(lol i'm a paranoid)
kristy was about to get hold of the cat when it turned back and ran in my direction and then back to where i climbed up from.
so i crawled after the cat and caught hold of it under it's armpits(lots of armpit hair, or rather fur) and kristy crawled damn fast so she grabbed the skin on his neck to prevent him from escaping.
as we were remained in that position while waiting for them to pass us the cat container, the owner was right there on the washing machine pleading with us, "please don't let go of him, don't let go... he will die..."
yup so mission accomplished.
apart from the fact that a cat's life was involved, i thought it was really exciting.
as in, at least now i know that i can do things that i didn't think i would do.
nonetheless if the cat or my best friend was in a burning building, i will NEVER ENTER.
sorry but my fear of fire is whoa.
i dream of burning and exploding stoves and i have no guts to turn them off even if it means i can save my family. then i cry in my sleep.
ok back to the cat rescue.
i hi-fived kristy after that HAHA. (but she didn't know what it meant so she checked a palms after that HAHA)
then i wondered about what she was thinking when they called her over to help.
could she have declined to help?
as a domestic helper, was this part of her duty?
it kinda killed me when i realised that there were two able men(excluding the uncle with a pot belly because i think he is rather old) who witnessed the incident but yet kristy was the one who was asked to climb up. (sorry for stereotyping, but thankfully the friends who read this blog are not guys HAHA)
ok then again, maybe it was because she is really thin and small-sized and they assumed that the metal bars would definitely be able to withstand her weight.
arh nevermind, we all have our own justifiable reasons for doing the things that we do.
anyway we went back to cleaning the catteries as though nothing ever happened while popo and quarreled with the cat owner for causing such a commotion at her place.
well, i'm not involved.

kristy asked me again whether i do all the household chores at home because in her opinion, i am damn good at cleaning.
and i told her that i don't do anything at home because i am damn lazy and my mum always scolds me for doing nothing.
she constantly praises me for doing so much at the shelter and she tells me that i am diferent from other people.
it makes me feel very appreciated and i love it when i am being useful.
my arm muscles ache when i rotate my shoulder now.
and that's just after one day of intensive surface wiping.
i can't imagine how kristy does so much more every single day and yet does not complain about it.

i will definitely miss this place and the people and dogs there when i start school man.