That's right. I am here to chronicle a very short part of a dog's life, my neighbour's dog, to be specific. Below are pictures and GIFs of the dog in action taken stealthily (since my neighbour could mistaken me for being a stalker... although I do actually stalk... at the dog, that is. What? Do you think I am that morally challenged to do such a thing to my neighbours? Sheesh...).
You might be wondering why I dub the dog as "depressed" (if you are not, just pretend you are). It is simply because the dog looks depressed. It's a "she" by the way, and I don't think I want to use the "gender-specific" term for female dogs here. This dog has a face that makes everyone wonders: why is this dog so saaaad? Why the long face? Perhaps it is due to its droopy eyes. For whatever reasons, it looks sad, for my family at least.
There. This is her. The dog with the face that could wipe Mona Lisa's smile away instantly and make Matthieu Ricard (the person scientifically proven to be the world's happiest man and also Dalai Lama's translator. Google him or read the Jan 2011 Reader's Digest issue or... just click on the link) weep.
Now, this is the part of her story that I wanted to tell:
On a wet November night, when torrential rain relentlessly scoured the walls and tarmac while gusts ripped the air apart, sending reverberating howls that... ok, let's cut the crap. Simply put, it was a rainy night. But the wet weather did not dampen his spirit for one bit. He, was a proud, white dog, who resided nearby to a girl-of-his-dreams whom he called - "the Damsel in Depression" (if you haven't got it yet, the "damsel in depression" is the Depressed Dog). So, in the late of the night (about 9 actually, not really that late, but anyway...), he struggled through the metal gate and got out of the house. He knew what he was going to do. Striding with confidence, he headed towards the Depressed Dog's residence. Although he knew his master and her master would be mad at what he was planning to do, he could not resist the desire and instinct that drove him. There's no turning back. It is either now or never, he thought. Soon, he arrived at his destination. He scrutinized the dark surroundings. No vehicle. No human. Just a pretty dog sitting all by herself. WAIT... all by HERSELF?! It was his best chance. So, he sprang at the beauty and tried to attract her attention. He did. But unfortunately, the "depressed dog" is, well, of course, too depressed to entertain him. So she lied there motionlessly. It was a silent gesture asking him to leave. But he, the mighty young male, full of dreams and aspirations, would not give up nor give in. So, he figured he should cut the chase. Without warning, he, er, "struck".
[WARNING] In the next paragraph, things could get a liiiiiittle disturbing. Below 18-ners, please go watch Cartoon Networks or Disney Channel. Or go read something else. Just for a while (though you would just ignore this and read on anyway. Why did I even bother. Well, suit yourself.)
So, he tried to *toot* the lady but she just wasn't in the mood. He tried everything under his sleeves. Gentle biting, fervent biting, gentle nudging, etc. but all to no avail. So he tried all over again. And again. And again. And... you get the idea. You think reading this is nauseating? Well, lemme tell you what, I SAW THE ENTIRE PROCESS. WITH MY VERY OWN EYES. Otherwise how else could I recount all these stuffs so "vividly"?
Anyway, I didn't know how but it finally seems that the male dog had done what he had went there for. He quickly left the lady before either masters were alerted to the "illicit affair". At first, I doubt the dog's mission was successful... until weeks later where the "unmistakable" signs began to manifest - the bloated belly. It was obvious to everyone that she was pregnant. But again, I still had reservations. It could be that she got fat. But as far as fatness can go, it could never resemble a bona fide/authentic/genuine pregnancy. So, yeah, she got pregnant from a one-night-stand.
Before I knew it, the daily, regular barking of the depressed dog is now accompanied by some indistinct yelping of a puppy - correction, puppies. Here is a puppy with mama:
She delivered. Unlike her long, silky, brown fur, the newborns resemble their proud father - short, white or whitish brown fur. However, since the "affair" was blown, the white male dog was barred and grounded. He could never get out of the house without a leash again (that explains why there is no photos on the father). So, the depressed dog is a single mum, struggling to feed the babies and dealing with motherhood.
Here are some GIF's (animations take time to load on a slow connection):
1. Puppies want mama
2. This dog is also known as the "circling" dog, or "打圈狗".
3. Puppy misses his mama... it needs some love.
Okay, time to say goodbye. You got a question? What? Why no photos of the fateful night? I am not that sick to take such photos of what people would call a "private bedroom activities". What? Why am I so curious about the dog? What do you mean? It just fascinates me... What? You mean about the incident during that rainy night? I didn't PLAN to watch it IN ACTION. What kind of sick people enjoys watching that? I was looking out at the road waiting for someone to come and... it just happened. You don't believe me? Fine. I... I don't have to, er, to explain myself, er... I am not stammering. I am just, just, sorry, got a phone call. Cya! *dash*
You might be wondering why I dub the dog as "depressed" (if you are not, just pretend you are). It is simply because the dog looks depressed. It's a "she" by the way, and I don't think I want to use the "gender-specific" term for female dogs here. This dog has a face that makes everyone wonders: why is this dog so saaaad? Why the long face? Perhaps it is due to its droopy eyes. For whatever reasons, it looks sad, for my family at least.
There. This is her. The dog with the face that could wipe Mona Lisa's smile away instantly and make Matthieu Ricard (the person scientifically proven to be the world's happiest man and also Dalai Lama's translator. Google him or read the Jan 2011 Reader's Digest issue or... just click on the link) weep.
Now, this is the part of her story that I wanted to tell:
On a wet November night, when torrential rain relentlessly scoured the walls and tarmac while gusts ripped the air apart, sending reverberating howls that... ok, let's cut the crap. Simply put, it was a rainy night. But the wet weather did not dampen his spirit for one bit. He, was a proud, white dog, who resided nearby to a girl-of-his-dreams whom he called - "the Damsel in Depression" (if you haven't got it yet, the "damsel in depression" is the Depressed Dog). So, in the late of the night (about 9 actually, not really that late, but anyway...), he struggled through the metal gate and got out of the house. He knew what he was going to do. Striding with confidence, he headed towards the Depressed Dog's residence. Although he knew his master and her master would be mad at what he was planning to do, he could not resist the desire and instinct that drove him. There's no turning back. It is either now or never, he thought. Soon, he arrived at his destination. He scrutinized the dark surroundings. No vehicle. No human. Just a pretty dog sitting all by herself. WAIT... all by HERSELF?! It was his best chance. So, he sprang at the beauty and tried to attract her attention. He did. But unfortunately, the "depressed dog" is, well, of course, too depressed to entertain him. So she lied there motionlessly. It was a silent gesture asking him to leave. But he, the mighty young male, full of dreams and aspirations, would not give up nor give in. So, he figured he should cut the chase. Without warning, he, er, "struck".
[WARNING] In the next paragraph, things could get a liiiiiittle disturbing. Below 18-ners, please go watch Cartoon Networks or Disney Channel. Or go read something else. Just for a while (though you would just ignore this and read on anyway. Why did I even bother. Well, suit yourself.)
So, he tried to *toot* the lady but she just wasn't in the mood. He tried everything under his sleeves. Gentle biting, fervent biting, gentle nudging, etc. but all to no avail. So he tried all over again. And again. And again. And... you get the idea. You think reading this is nauseating? Well, lemme tell you what, I SAW THE ENTIRE PROCESS. WITH MY VERY OWN EYES. Otherwise how else could I recount all these stuffs so "vividly"?
Anyway, I didn't know how but it finally seems that the male dog had done what he had went there for. He quickly left the lady before either masters were alerted to the "illicit affair". At first, I doubt the dog's mission was successful... until weeks later where the "unmistakable" signs began to manifest - the bloated belly. It was obvious to everyone that she was pregnant. But again, I still had reservations. It could be that she got fat. But as far as fatness can go, it could never resemble a bona fide/authentic/genuine pregnancy. So, yeah, she got pregnant from a one-night-stand.
Before I knew it, the daily, regular barking of the depressed dog is now accompanied by some indistinct yelping of a puppy - correction, puppies. Here is a puppy with mama:
She delivered. Unlike her long, silky, brown fur, the newborns resemble their proud father - short, white or whitish brown fur. However, since the "affair" was blown, the white male dog was barred and grounded. He could never get out of the house without a leash again (that explains why there is no photos on the father). So, the depressed dog is a single mum, struggling to feed the babies and dealing with motherhood.
Here are some GIF's (animations take time to load on a slow connection):
1. Puppies want mama
2. This dog is also known as the "circling" dog, or "打圈狗".
3. Puppy misses his mama... it needs some love.
Okay, time to say goodbye. You got a question? What? Why no photos of the fateful night? I am not that sick to take such photos of what people would call a "private bedroom activities". What? Why am I so curious about the dog? What do you mean? It just fascinates me... What? You mean about the incident during that rainy night? I didn't PLAN to watch it IN ACTION. What kind of sick people enjoys watching that? I was looking out at the road waiting for someone to come and... it just happened. You don't believe me? Fine. I... I don't have to, er, to explain myself, er... I am not stammering. I am just, just, sorry, got a phone call. Cya! *dash*
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