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10 Canine Commandments

1. My life is likely to last 10 to 15 years. Any separation from you will be painful to me. Remember that beforeyou buy me.
2. Give me time to understand what you want from me.
3. Place your trust in me. It’s crucial to my well-being.
4. Dont be angry with me for long, and don’t lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your entertainment and your friends. I only have you.
5. Talk to me sometimes. Even if I don’t understand your words, I understand your voice when it’s speaking to me.
6. Be aware that however you treat me, I’ll never forget it.
7. Remember before you hit me: I have teeth that could easily crush the bones of your hand, but I choose not to bite you.
8. Before you scold me for being un-cooperative, obstinate or lazy, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I’m not getting the right food, or I’ve been out in the sun too long, or my heart is getting old and weak.
9. Take care of me when I get old. You too will grow old.
10. Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say: “I can’tbear to watch it”, or “Let it happen in my absence.” Everything is easier for me if you are there.

REMEMBER THAT I LOVE YOU.
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Wow. It made me cry. It made my heart twitch. Especially commandment number 10.
By the way, I just got this from the internet. It's been reposted to different blogs.

Dinner

She was late. I was about to light my third stick when she opened the screen door carrying dinner for five.

“Wow.” I said.

So I helped prepare the food that occupied the whole four-seater dining table. There’s fried chicken in two flavors, mashed potatoes, soft tacos, large gravy, mushroom soup, spaghetti and brownies.

As soon as the table was set, we sat in our usual chairs.

I was dipping the chicken in hot gravy when she said, “You are now looking at the new Regional Coordinator for Asia. Benjamin Franklin all the way.”

The chicken was suddenly submerged in the gravy tub. “Really?” I was in awe.

And she smiled, flashing her perfect teeth. “Wow. I’m proud of you.” And I really was.

I was looking at her from across table as I saved my chicken from drowning in the gravy. This was the first time in months that she was really happy. She really loved the f*&*#?g organization. And her eyes were really smiling. She doesn’t have the laugh lines. Maybe because she was so unhappy for the longest time.

“You have diamonds in your hair.” I said.

“Oh, that’s because you stress me out. Besides, I’m 10 years older.” she said.

I want to argue more. Say something irritable that will give her multi-stress, but instead, I said: “Maybe the reason why people thought that unicorns sparkle is because their white hair shine brightly in moonlight, don’t you think?”

She gave me the crooked smile. “Yeah, I guess...”

Dogs are better than kids because they:

• they eat less 
• don't ask for money all the time
• are easier to maintain
• normally come when called
• never ask to drive the car
• don't hang out with drug-using friends
• don't smoke or drink
• don't have to buy the latest fashions
• don't want to wear your clothes
• don't need gazillion pesos for college and
• if they get pregnant, you can sell their children, yeah!

This is a photo of mio, my baby dog
from my tumblr: http://alienphilosophies.tumblr.com/

My 2010 Billboard of the Year

Have you seen the coolest billboard at C5? It's Pepe Smith posing for Mental, astig pare!