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Updates re Marky

For updates re Marky- see
http://www.dogfather-samsengkia.blogspot.com/

Marky's brother Trax died in 2007.
Marky now has a sister in Clare, a corgi girl. You can read about her in the above blog.
Marky and Barn2 dont get along so they are separated by three doors. But marky gets along with Clare (when she doesnt try to steal his toys).

A dog's life....

Each morning, my Dada would open the steel door, put my food in front of me and lock the door.
Then there's no one there....
A few hours later,
I hear footsteps.

It's Mummy.

I sit in anticipation by the side of the door.
I do hope she sees me....

She does. "Morning, Marky....!" she says cheerily....
Then she goes and prepares her own breakfast.
I wait...I wait...I wait...

She glances at my direction....
"And how's my leetle Marky this morning?"

Leetle? Is she kidding?
I am the largest dog in the house....
(and the only one with a tail. Mummy likes to tug at it playfully.
My corgi brothers dont have any...Hee hee!)

Then she approaches the steel door.
She glances at my bowl...
I havent touched my food yet.

"Marky, you silly boy...Eat..!"
I look up at her.
She pats the side of the steel door.
"Up, boy...up...!"

Suddenly a burst of frenzied barking explodes from my youngest brother- the
little upstart, Barn Barn....
(Sometimes, my elder brother Trax will run to the door and add his loud rhythmic complaint as well)...
"Shut up Barn!" Mummy says...
"Marky, up!!!"

Sometimes I oblige. I jump up, I place my paws on the steel bars of the door.
She gives me a head rub.
That's nice.

Sometimes, I play hard to get. I look at her...and I do nothing.
She looks at me. She gives up.
She walks away.

A minute later, she appears...with a huge blob of yogurt.
She mixes it with my food.
Again she says, "Marky, Eat!!"

I wonder if my name is "MARKY EAT" sometimes....
I look at her.
She walks away.

I check out the food. Hmmm...it smells pretty good.
I wallop it up.

Then its time for a snooze.
Its a long day.

Afternoon meal is at 3pm. Dada feeds me.
A pat will come in the evening...when Mummy returns...
Is this all that there is in a dog's life?

Sigh....

When I was a stray, food was hard to get...
On good days, I had something to eat.
On bad days....nothing.
One thing I am ensured of in this household is food. Lots of it.
I have put on a lot of weight....Am quite mascular too.
Not the wimp I looked when I first came.

But when I was a stray, I had my brother to play with.
Talking about my brother...I havent seen him after that night when I was in great pain because of the car accident. He came and nuzzled me...I was in a haze of agony that I could hardly speak to him. Then the lady rescued me...and I never saw my brother again. I wonder what happened to him. Was I the lucky one...to survive so long and have a home of my own? I wonder. I miss him.

Since I fought with Ko Ko Trax, I have been banished from the house. There was once that Mummy let me play with Barn2 but now Barn2 is trying to be bossy, she refused to let him come out to irritate me...lest I give him his just desserts: chomp his butt. Most of the time, I stay at the back of the house. Oh, I have enough space to run if I wanted to...and Mummy gives me a rawhide bone or a real bone once in two or three days to enjoy....But its not the same.
I do get lonely.

Dada and Mummy do occasionally come and play with me. But I am not sure how to react to their petting and hugging...I feel so full...so I run off to the fence and empty my bladder....
Mummy finds that puzzling.
I am no psychologist. I dont know why I do that either....
Hmmm....

Its rather late now. Got to go to sleep. Will blog another time...