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COLBY'S DAY OUT

This morning, around 6 or 7 am I think, I treat our dog named Colby, out.


Before we hit the morning road, I prepare a small plastic bag (Sorry for the anti-plastic group. Peace) and 2 pieces of old newspaper (Pandakot o pambalot lang talaga ang isa sa mga kinahihinatnan ng lumang dyaryo). For what? For Colby's poopsy. Then I put what I called "poop kit" in my shorts pocket. Here we go!


It's not Colby's first time to go out of our house. In fact, every afternoon, I walked her around the street near our home. But this morning, it's quite a long walk. We go beyond the Forbidden Forest (Harry Potter?! Hahahah) She's afraid of new things she just saw. The speedy tricycles, the King of the Road - jeepney (PUJ), swerving motorcycles, and most of all ASPIN (Asong Pinoy) dogs or what most of us call them "askal" (Asong Kalye). ASPIN dogs barked at her, maybe to say hello or just snarl at her. To her fright, it made Colby snug at my legs. So I slightly pull her leash to walk forward then off we go!


Next stop, we came to Lola Linda's house for a visit. Lola is very delightful to see Colby growing up from a small cuddly puppy to a medium built puppy. Yes, she's still a puppy. She still have those sharp pointed teeth but eventually it will change to a adult dog teeth. Lola said Colby had a nice wavy fur. Then I had a sumptuous breakfast. Pinoy's all time favorite - HOT PANDESAL. And hot choco on the side.


After the breakfast and few chats with Lola and brisk walk with Colby, we head back home.


That morning exercise is a good idea and I think Colby was thankful to be out in the world. It made her alive and a percent healthier. Because just like us, humans, dogs or even other animals needs a stretch.

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