Gandalf in the Grey Havens


I just lost a dear friend today… well, more than a friend, one of my four-legged babies.

Gandalf was named after a character in The Lord of the Rings because of his grey colour.  He, along with Kikay and Hagrid (another character off another fantasy series), were part of Sugar’s first litter.  At first, I did not want to keep any of them, wanting to retire from puppy duties.  I was contented with Milo and Sugar.

My mother and sister insisted to keep Kikay, the only female in the litter.  I looked at both of them and said, “You’ll take care of her?” And they said they would.  They wanted to keep another one to keep her company and I just rolled my eyes because I knew I had a new job.  Then, I chanced upon Gandalf.

He was the only one coloured differently, the others were either brown or dark brown.  I think there was a black one.  Anyway, he stood out and I just had to choose him.  And I never regretted it.

He was a lovable dog, there was no one who did not like him.  Well, he likes to bark at Butch or Batch when they arrive or even when coming down the stairs, but when he sees them eating something, they were his best friends.

He liked to lick a lot.  He will lick any exposed part of your body.  We’d just make sure he didn’t eat his poop before doing that… sometimes we forget to check, hehehe.

In the mornings, when we go down for breakfast, he’d crave for attention and will bite your behind if you so much as pass him by.  And it hurt… no marks, though.

He was always at the receiving end of Milo’s crankiness.  Milo is the Alpha dog.  Period.  It was always fun to see how he’d work around any situation just to avoid Milo’s wrath.  I bet the later would miss him.  Hmm, Gandalf would now be harassing my Dad… and meeting Thompson, my small but terrible bestie, hehehe.

He can jump as high as the garden table.  He likes to greet us by jumping to reach our faces.  And then we’d hug him as if he was a small kid.  And we like making fun of his very big eyes.

He can also be bad.  He’d  get stuff for him and Kikay to chew on.  They already destroyed a pair of shoes worth 3,000 pesos.  Mom gave them a good beating but they still love her by chewing something else.  If he can reach it, they’ll shred it.

Gandalf is one in a long line of dogs I have had the privilege to be a “parent” to.  I know that they will die before me and it hurts to go through it over and over again.  But that’s life with pets and I cannot imagine not having any of these four-legged, noisy creatures in the house and until the end.

They say that when you die, your dogs will be the first ones to greet you in heaven.  I expect to see a welcoming party.


A blast from the past: Gandalf’s Wish.. miss you already, Big Eyes…

IMG_093315 SEP UPDATE:  On 5 Sep, Sugar was put to sleep because of a full-blown distemper attack.  It was hard to lose 2 friends within a week.  Run free, pretty Sugar, and enjoy having a beautiful and shiny coat!



Mommy Syndrome

I have a concern.

Sugar has had three litters in the past two years.  My two males have been neutered almost the same time.  I personally do not want her to get pregnant again and have been diligently watching over her, making sure she does not go over my brother’s house and meet up with Hagrid or let her out on the street (where she first got pregnant).  It’s hard for me to give out puppies, knowing some are not that serious when it comes to taking care of them.  They find them cute at the start then totally ignore them when they’ve outgrown their cuteness.

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Gandalf’s Wish



This is Gandalf praying and wishing:

1. He wants a bone.

2. He wants a new bed.

3. He wants Milo to stop harassing him.

4. He wants to meet another female aside from his mother and sister.

5. He really wants to get a bone.  And wants it bigger than Milo’s.

... and pray.

… and pray.

Oh, well.  Sometimes wishes do come true, Gandalf, if you concentrate enough.


A Dog’s Ten Commandments

I got this from my brother last night:

A Dog’s Ten Commandments

1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years.  Any separation from you is likely to be painful.  Remember that before you buy me.

2. Give me time to understand what you want of me, don’t be impatient, short-tempered or irritable.

3. Place your trust in me and  will always trust you back.  Respect is earned, not given as an inalienable right.

4. Don’t be angry with me for long and don’t lock me up as punishment.  I am not capable of understanding why.  I only know I have been rejected, you have your work, entertainment and friends – I only have you.

5. Talk to me sometimes, even if I don’t understand your words.  I understand your voice and your tone – “you only have to look at my tail.”

6. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget it and if it’s cruel it may affect me forever.

7. Please don’t hit me.  I can’t hit back but I can bite and scratch and I really don’t ever want to do that.

8. Before you scold me for being lazy, uncooperative or obstinate, ask yourself if something might be bothering me.  Perhaps I’m not getting the right food, or I’ve been out in the sun too long or my heart might be getting old or weak.  I may be just dog tired.

9. Please take care of me when I grow old,.  You, too, will grow old and may need love, care, comfort and attention.

10. Go with me on difficult journeys.  Never say, “I can’t bear to watch” or “let it happen in my absence.”  Everything is easier for me if you are there.  Remember, irrespective of what you do, I will always love you.

(Stan Rawlinson, author of A Dog’s Ten Commandments, dog behaviorist and obedience trainer.  His website is

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