today was rather eventful.

four parts to it;

1. dogwalking.
nothing much happened in the morning, just that i walked 7 dogs because there was lesser people today and we took shorter walks.
so now i frequent roy's cage because he is my favourite buddy.
we will either chill out or i will give him a massage.
and then lunchtime comes and everyone starts barking.
i chanced upon some semi-liquid poo in razzy's cage, so i took the mop and scoop and went it.
big mistake man.
walao i should've known. he started wagging his tail and biting my left hand.
he thinks it's not painful but it IS.

hi razzy, if you happen to read this, please understand that it hurts like hell and if you do it again, you will struck off my favourite buddies list in time to come.

thanks to razz, i have a bruise at the base of my thumb.

ok i still love you.

today i saw the best-looking man i have ever seen off the screen.
but he looks like the kind who has a model as a girlfriend.

2. lunch
at my favourite chicken rice and chatted with the aunty sitting at the same table.
see, i am friendly!
(towards everyone except men within the age range 0f 17-25)

3. afternoon playtime
this time i did it with someone who was relatively new to it as well.
as usual, delilah didn't want to come out, even if the dog was swung wide open. the cage is like her safe haven. she even has a different expression when the gate is open and when it is closed.
a hadnful of voulunteers were there trying to coax her into coming out. but after a good 7 minutes, she still refused to come out.
so i gave up.
even though i had a valid reason to because we had limited time to get the other dogs out, the truth is that i gave up on getting her out.
later on, a staff member got her out by walking into her cage. lol so cute.
but when i saw her, i felt really disappointed with myself.
when echo's turn came, i went into her cage.
she started biting the leash and collar and i couldn't get her out.
after a few minutes, i sought help from a more experienced volunteer who happened to be around(phew).
then again, the fact that i was incapable and inexperienced dawned upon me.
more importantly, me giving up(in a way) on echo hit me hard .
when montana's turn came, i did not even bother to try.
ok maybe it's because i am inexperienced.
how can a 3 months be comparable to 3 years?
argh nevermind.

4. this is the exciting part.
on my way home, i saw 2 dogs with metal collars on them.
no leash, no owner
i have no bloody idea how they got to a HDB forest.
my first intinct was to approach them.
and so i did. i let one of them sniff my hand before petting it.
when i reached over to pet the other one, i realised it had a deep and raw slash wound on its neck. from the back of the ear leading down to the neck.
my heartbeat kinda increased, it was like back in TTSH when prof chan tells the patient she has cancer.
this time it was worse, because the patient is right under my nose and right from the moment i made contact with him, i was responsible and i had to do whatever i can.
i called roy's home of course.
and was told to keep them in sight. so i followed them closely.
we were walking along the the side of the field when they turned and i strokes them.
the injured one started growling, so i instinctively backed off.
i wonder why, but they started biting one anothers' necks.
i don't know if they are fighting, but it seemed like it.
i walked further away because there was nothing i could do.
i do not know their personalities.
i may risk getting attacked if i made a wrong move.
they were at it for a few minutes, but i watched them from a distance.

The first thing that came to my mind was that the wound on the injured dog was caused by the other dog.

That was when I first felt fear.

After they stopped, I continued following them, closely, but not as closely as before.

Now there was an invisible barrier between us.

I was worried that they might just turn aggressive any moment, but I followed them nonetheless.

They stopped to rest near the church so I sat on the seat next to them.

i waited for what seemed like eternity because I desperately need to use the toilet.

I actually thought that I might actually have to resort to peeing in the drain in broad daylight.

For simplicity’s sake, I shall name the injured dog Bruce since he is bruised.

The other one shall be Scorchio.

I know it’s stupid to name them after neopets but I can’t seem to think of any nice names.

Bruce was always walking around but still stuck close to scorchio.

Scorchio seemed to like lying on the ground, but he is always in this position with his hind legs bent as though he is ready to pounce at the sign of danger.

I waited, with a full bladder.

They walked to a more sheltered and concealed place.

Bruce still walking around while scorchio laid on the ground.

I couldn’t see them from where I was sitting so I found myself a seat with a good view of them about 40m away.

If I stood any longer I think I would’ve just urinated on the ground.

I tried to push away thoughts of going to the toilet.

I waited for about half an hour.

Bruce and scorchio came trotting over to the area I was sitting at.

As scorchio laid on the ground,

Bruce started walking towards me.

He did it twice but I avoided making eye contact with him and prepared to walk away when he was about 3m away.

I had the impression that if I petted him again he would growl and they would fight.

So I waited and finally, the van came. But they walked away.

I told the officer most of what I have recounted here.

He said he would not be able to bring them back as they seem to be on the move all the while and he would not be able to bring both of them back at once too.

He also mentioned that he would have to bring the matter up to the management to decide what to do with them.

As he hopped onto the van to see where they were heading to, I realised that the boys had gone across the road to another block of flats.

I don’t know why the hell I didn’t feel like peeing that much, but I followed them anyway.

I waved to the man in the van from across the road and signalled to him that he had to turn in to other block of flats.(sounds like a traffic police eh?)

We sat next to them as they rested under the block of flats.

The man took pictures of bruce and scorchio and he said that the wounds didn’t seem like they were caused by the other dog.

He said it was unlikely that they would fight and be aggressive towards each other as they looked like they were buddies.

He called out to them to see if they were responsive.

They walked towards me after awhile. (Oops.)

He told me to call out to them.

So I did and bruce started to growl a little.

He told me to stop because bruce’s tail wasn’t wagging.

Thankfully nothing happened man.

Scorchio actually sat in front of me, kinda surprising.

The officer tried to get them to follow him and they did!!

For about 15m.

Nearer to the van however, they walked away again, this time it was really goodbye because they walked away from us and didn’t stop.

The officer said that they may have to lay a trap for bruce if they receive a call again.

Bruce’s open wound will get worse though.

After that I walked home, and I was thinking that there was a possibility that scorchio might have saved my limbs the first time bruce growled at me since the officer said that it was highly unlikely that they would have fought with each other.

Looking back on how bruce approached me twice and me thinking he was merely trying to be nice scares the shit out of me.

The fact that I was in danger and yet not realise it kills the brave knight in me.

It’s funny how I get goosebumps now instead of then when I think of the encounter and how closely I followed them.

I think I took away quite a bit from this experience.

I learnt to appreciate the dogs at roy’s home more.

Compared to earlier in the morning when razz had half my hand in his mouth, the feeling I had with bruce and scorchio was entirely different even when I made no contact with them.

Thinking back, had I not done what I did, I could have gotten hurt.

The most upsetting thing is when you watch them walk away, knowing there is nothing you can do.