Friday, March 30, 2007

Live Like A Dog


The other day, we were driving around with Katy in the backseat of the car. As we waited for a light to turn green in an intersection, a homeless woman approached our car begging for some money. Hubby rolled the window and put some in the cup she was holding. As the woman walked away, she stopped by the backseat window and started waving and talking to Katy, who looked up at her while happily curled up on a soft pillow. Instantly, I felt my throat tighten as I realized that the little pup seems to be living such a comfortable life compared to this woman.

These days, to live like a dog isn't necessarily a bad thing especially in America. A study I read said that the estimated total pet expenditure in the US in 2007 is $40.8 billion, that includes the pet purchase, food, supplies, vet care, medicines, grooming, boarding, etc. I wonder if that figure includes the ridiculous things that people who've gone overboard buy - i.e. pet strollers, complete pet furniture sets, wardrobe, designer collars, leashes and carriers, etc. That staggering amount can feed thousands of families in third world countries. Heck, it can pay a small country's debt.

It's a sobering fact that we, humans, sometimes tend to go overboard and get our priorities all wrong. There's something wrong with the picture when dogs and cats in the park are better dressed and accessorized than some of the people that are hanging out or sleeping on the park benches; when our four-legged companions are well-fed when some people are foraging for whatever food they can find in the trash .

It's difficult not to dote on our pets, especially when they sometimes behave with more loyalty and unconditional love than some people. We have been hurt so much by our fellow human beings that a lot of us have channeled our affection to our pets.

I guess all this is a symptom of an even deeper issue in society... and I have barely scratched its surface.

Thursday, March 29, 2007

Midnight Caller

My sleep has been continually disrupted by the phone ringing in the last couple of weeks. For several nights now, my phone has been ringing at the ungodly hour of 2:00 am. The ringtone indicates to me that the caller ID is unavailable or unknown, so I would just slip back into my morphean state with no hesitation. I figured if it was really important, the caller would either leave a message or call again. However, in the last three days, I've been a sleep-starved business traveler and hearing that phone ring at night just drove me to distraction. I actually attempted to answer the phone two nights in a row to remind the caller what time it was with as much politeness I could muster at that time of the night. Every time I picked up, there was no answer and the line would go dead. It's creepy - but really, I'm really more irritated than fearful.

I guess I either need to change my number or just turn my phone off at night. My concern is missing a real emergency because of this inconsiderate bugger who has nothing better to do in the wee hours of the morning but dial someone's number. Grrrr!

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Responsible

Responsible.

I've always been described as such by teachers, friends, bosses, etc. It felt good to be thought of that way. I have avoided a lot of unnecessary trouble in life because of that trait. However, it can be such a burden too, especially when you're one of the very few among a number of foolish and irresponsible individuals. I sometimes wish I could just be carefree like everyone else and not worry about other people's feelings and circumstance or the future. Maybe I will be happier.

I always knew being responsible was not easy, I just didn't realize until now how it can be so incredibly lonely, too.

Monday, March 05, 2007

My Dog Ate It...Really!


If you've been calling us on our landline this past week and we haven't been picking up, we have an explanation. Our little Katy ate our phone - well, not exactly.

I was wondering why the phone was not lit up and charging. I looked down and saw that it was firmly plugged. I looked at the connection at the base and it was securely fastened. So I did the next logical thing. I followed the cord and found what the pup did. She had chewed on the power supply cord clean and it's now in three pieces. Now, we have to look for the correct adapter for this phone, or buy a new set. *Sigh* If she wasn't so cute...

Our dog eating something is not an excuse. Not in our case, anyway!