So I survived the kennel but I can't seem to dredge up any memories of what happened in there. Whether I was cold or hungry or lonely, these feelings, if any, had somewhat eluded me. According to my therapist, I am repressed. I think she meant I am impressed. Anyway, she said there is a coping mechanism in my brain that shuts out any painful memories so as to spare me further mental trauma. Well, she could be right because everytime I try to recall my days in there, my head hurts and I have to stop thinking about it. I guess some things are not meant to be remembered.
Despite the memory loss, things have been great since I came home. There's been plenty of walks. Just yesterday, mommy and Jean jie jie brought me to the park and we spent almost 2hrs there frolicking under the sun. So that was good. And then there's the food. Although I have no idea what I ate in the kennel (remember I can't remember?), the meals at home have been fantabulous (except for the parsley which they have to sprinkle onto my food bowl everytime). Daddy claims that the plant helps to eliminate bad breath but what's wrong with my breath? I find it rather agreeable to my nose. Sometimes, the old man can be quite hard to understand. He doesn't even like parsley himself (I saw his face cringe when he tasted the awful stuff) and he expects me to eat it every single meal? But he's the boss and as much as I try to spit the dreadful thing out each time, I always end up swallowing most of it anyway because they are almost always finely chopped and buried amidst the meats. And I tell ya, the variety of meat I'm served these days is just incredible. There's lamb, chicken, pork, beef, turkey (yum), fish ... ooo ... I'm salivating now ... *slurps* Gee, the keyboard's all wet. I'd better go clean up the mess before mommy barks down my throat. Have I told you she has a bit of borderline OCD? Oops. Gtg. Ciao!
Despite the memory loss, things have been great since I came home. There's been plenty of walks. Just yesterday, mommy and Jean jie jie brought me to the park and we spent almost 2hrs there frolicking under the sun. So that was good. And then there's the food. Although I have no idea what I ate in the kennel (remember I can't remember?), the meals at home have been fantabulous (except for the parsley which they have to sprinkle onto my food bowl everytime). Daddy claims that the plant helps to eliminate bad breath but what's wrong with my breath? I find it rather agreeable to my nose. Sometimes, the old man can be quite hard to understand. He doesn't even like parsley himself (I saw his face cringe when he tasted the awful stuff) and he expects me to eat it every single meal? But he's the boss and as much as I try to spit the dreadful thing out each time, I always end up swallowing most of it anyway because they are almost always finely chopped and buried amidst the meats. And I tell ya, the variety of meat I'm served these days is just incredible. There's lamb, chicken, pork, beef, turkey (yum), fish ... ooo ... I'm salivating now ... *slurps* Gee, the keyboard's all wet. I'd better go clean up the mess before mommy barks down my throat. Have I told you she has a bit of borderline OCD? Oops. Gtg. Ciao!
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