A shopping spree turned into a dog mess. That was what happened to me on Tuesday, 30 January 2007.
Before I go on, I would like to apologise to all dog lovers out there. I do not hate dogs. I only need some time to befriend them and get used to them. Each and every one of them.
Sabrina is a friend I made last year when I went stringing for a National press. Occasionally, I would call her to keep in touch and update all kinds of office gossips. I stopped going to the office after a few months because I was busy with my full-time job.
Sabrina moved to my neighbourhood last month and since then, we got closer.
January 30, 2007 is her off day and we decided to go shopping. Although she isn't a steady driver, she offered to drive that day. On the way to the mall, she asked if it was OK for me to accompany her to a pet shop. The owner has a puppy to give away and she would like to go and have a look at it. She planned to take the puppy home.
After an hour of shopping for groceries, we went to the clinic, and then proceeded to another shopping mall. I thought that we would be shopping there for a while before going to the pet shop.
As both of us were extremely hungry at the time we reached the mall, we went straight to the food court to grab some food. I started to feel sleepy. (The night before was the 'nightmare night'.) When she said she was eager to see the puppy, I thought "That's good. We can go home right after that and I can take a nap before preparing dinner", so I said, "OK. That's great!"
It took us some twenty minutes or so, driving around the business center, looking for the pet shop. Just as she decided to stop at the side of the road to call her friend again to inquire about the place, we saw the four-shop-lot pet shop.
In we went and she asked about the puppy. A few minutes later, the workers brought a puppy out. It was a lot bigger than what I had in mind. I do not like to be around strange dogs so I went out of the shop.
Not long after that, I saw the workers putting a collar around its neck and I knew that the HORROR moment has arrived. I braved myself to the car with Sabrina and the worker. The worker put the puppy at the back seat of the car, bid goodbye to the innocent creature and left.
I hopped into the front seat beside Sabrina, feeling scared. Sabrina, on the other hand, came in happily and said, "Now, you have to direct me the way home. I am not familiar with the routes here."
Oh dear! No way! This is NOT going to happen. With her driving skills and not knowing the routes, and I have to give her directions while making sure the puppy doesn't move about and comes over to me is just impossible. No, no, no!
I looked at the puppy. Although it was behaving itself really well, not moving even an inch or making any noise, I couldn't convince myself that it would not lose its mind along the way.
"Sabrina," I said, "If you don't mind, can you sit at the back and take care of the puppy while I drive?" I pleaded to her. Fortunately, she agreed.
Everything was fine. Occasionally, I would turn around and looked at the puppy, making sure that it was not moving too much. I saw that it was salivating but I didn't say anything. It didn't come to my mind that it was not feeling well.
About thirty minutes into the journey, something dreadful happen. Sabrina told me that the puppy vomited and a few seconds later, I could smell it.
"Quick, wind down the window," I said.
I asked Sabrina if she wants to take the puppy to a vet. Actually, I wanted her to take it there to get vaccinated and also to have a thorough check up, to make sure that it is a healthy one. She agreed and I drove to the only vet I know.
We managed to get the car parked at about a hundred metres away from the clinic.(There was no other place nearer where I can find a place to park it.) It was a hot day and, with the puppy in such a condition, Sabrina had to carry it all the way there.
The vet confirmed that it was fine and prescribed some medicine and vitamins for it.
Sabrina hesitated to seat at the back seat on the way home due to the mess but I insisted because I was worried that something might happen.
She wanted her car to be washed before we go home but at the same time, we were famished. I suggested to take the puppy home first before we carry on with any other activity because I had the feeling that something might happen along the way, like, having it to vomit again. True enough, it did. Five minutes before we reach her house, the puppy vomited again.
Once we reached her place, she carried the puppy out of the car and I went straight to the toilet.
When I came out to the living room, her mother told me that the puppy "did its business" just right in front of the gate. Instantly I took a deep breath of relief because it didn't do it in the car.
We had the car washed and I went home.
Within the last three years, I have had three encounters with puppies. This, so far, is the worst. However, the past two experiences thought me something and that was why, no matter how scared and helpless I felt the moment the puppy joined us in our journey, I was able to face everything calmly.
Never try to run away from new experiences. Not even those that we do not want to have anything to do with. I have learnt that we have to do what we have to do instead of doing only what we want to do. You will never know when these experiences would come in handy.