the other day my dog almost bit me. 

i was going out and opened the door to my room and accidentally nudged her a bit. well, come to think of it, maybe it wasn’t just a bit. she growled, gnashed her teeth, and almost bit me if i had not closed the door in time.

the dog that almost bit me is not mojo, but brenda. i know mojo will never do that. but sadly, mojo’s not home. my dad lent him to my cousin for security purposes a long time ago, probably more than 6 months now. for those who don’t know mojo, mojo’s my dog ever since he was born.  he is the product of our german shepherd stud and askal bitch.

by the way, i think the dog in the picture is brenda, not mojo. unfortunately, i cannot locate a clear copy  of mojo’s picture. so, until i find one, this one will do. they look similar, anyway. nyahah.

mojo used to sleep in my room until he became too big and too rowdy. he’d stay in a corner of my room and wake me up every morning (or afternoon. or night. whatever my shift is. haha.) if i left him outside he’d scratch at the door and whine until i opened the door to let him in.

when he grew up and could no longer be accomodated in my not so spacy room, he’d stay outside my door to wait for me when i came home. and when i’m finally home, he’ll make sure he gets in my room, even it means squeezing himself even as i hurriedly close the door.  sometimes i close the door fast enough that the only thing he could squeeze in is his nose. he’d stay that way until i open the door for him so he could get in.

once he’s in, he’d sniff at the bed, the radio, tv, bathroom, closets, practically everywhere. and when he’s done sniffing he’ll wait for me near the bathroom door. i know what he wants when he does this. so, i go ahead and give him a bit of water. after getting a drink, he’ll know that he’s done his job in making sure my room’s safe. he’ll then proceed to the door and look at me in a pleading manner, with his head tilted to one side, so that i could open the door for him. once i held the door up for him, he’ll just continue outside and lay content by my door until i wake up and leave again. i never really paid much attention to him much. not like when he was a pup. only when i leave the house or return home. i guess he was just too big to play around with. and i’m tired from work. and i’d rather watch tv. or listen to the radio. or read a book. or play. excuses, excuses…. well, i guess, i was busy doing lots of (un)important things.

but i miss my dog, mojo. it’s been a long while since i’ve seen him last. i wonder how he is now. what does he eat? where does he sleep? is he happy? does he bite now? is he being treated well? will he still know me?  will he still wait for me when i come home from work? will he still go through his rounds in my room? will he still stay by my door the whole night while i sleep?

a lot of questions race through my mind but the main question i should ask is, will i ever see him again?