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My dog is now a cat!

This morning I received a text message from my mother about Mozart. Mozart is my 6-year old toy poodle. I had to fly him home to the Philippines when my divorce became final. He's been staying with my mother who, I suspect, spoils him more than I did when he was with me in Bangkok.

Mother's text message read, "Mozart caught a huge rat from the edge of the yard this morning. He wanted to munch it but I didn't let him. Now he is a cat."

I replied, "Not letting him eat the rat is a good decision. After all a rat is not his diet."

Back in the pre-divorce days Mozart caught a bird from our tiny garden. With his mouth bulging, he ran to me. He was very pleased with his catch. I had to tell him firmly, "Mozart, drop the bird." He obeyed and I ended up nursing the poor maya until it was ready to fly again. That earned Mozart a stern lecture about things he can play with and creatures he should leave alone. I emphasized the importance of being himself - a dog, not a cat.

Hours later I discovered death in my shoe rack. I was stunned: it was my favorite pair of Nine West. I was also proud: Mozart understood my lecture.

Comments

Genejosh said…
ha..ha..ha...effective lecture but it cost your nine west..cute naman ng poodle mo...
Anya said…
Pooooooooooooooooor doggie ;)
He is now a Cat..... lol
Funny story !!!
Have a great weekend :)

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