Love Rescued Me

How I took a chance on rescuing a dog, who ended up saving me instead. This is a story of shelter dog love and my advocacy/the campaign to get dogs from the streets to loving forever homes.

Saturday, 26 October 2013

Barfing problems and family issues.

Last night and this early morning Cisca's been barfing a lot. I really don't know if it's the food or something else. I'll be consulting the doctor. Maybe it's time I got her Royal Canin dog food. She hates Vitality dog food and I don't want to gamble on Eukanuba which is really pricey, only for her to ignore it. I think I'm committing to Royal Canin by next next week. I'm saving up for her visit to the vet next month.

This is like having a child. You worry about their well being and devote most of your time seeing that they get the best out of life. My family has turned cold towards me when I decided to adopt a stray like Cisca, instead of a pure bred Golden Retriever puppy. They decided to withhold support from me, leaving me solely with dog responsibility, which is okay, except when they begin to restrict her and go paranoid, like what my Mom does with me. I really think my mom should take psychiatric medication for paranoid personality disorder.

I feel a sense of freedom whenever I am responsible for Cisca. I feel like the man that I should be, and not a kid
trapped in a box, treated like a kid and being criticized for everything. It's like we live in a little paradise, our own  world where nothing else matters but each other.


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