Lessons I learnt from my dog - Part 2

Scroll down for Part 1 but if you don't want to, you don't have to. (Part 2 is independent from Part 1)

Here is a little trivia: The only dog breed that has not evolved is the chihuahua. Chihuahuas have moleras on the top of their heads which make them very fragile. In fact, all of us (human beings) are also born with it (also known as 'soft spot') and they 'harden' as we grow older. For chihuahuas... well, they aren't so fortunate and they got to live with it for their entire lives. This is the reason why I am overly protective over my dog (for example, my palms sweat when people carry her).

So anyway, when my dog was really young, I would say about 1-2 years old, I accidentally caused her to hit her head against a door. It made such a huge impact (and sound) and my mother was like 'what the hell was that?'

I swear that my heart stopped at that moment. To me, it felt like I had just dropped a newborn baby on the ground.

What happened shortly after made me feel even more guilty and scared... my dog ran into the toilet and hid in the corner. She ignored me for a good 15 minutes and that was one of the saddest moments of my life. No joke. I tried to cajole her into coming out of the toilet but she was not having it. So I let her be (by the way, I had checked that she was fine and that knock on her head did not make her retarded-looking; she was born this way...)

Anyway, after an hour, I came back to check on her. To my surprise, she literally did a 180 and was completely comfortable with me. She was as happy as a lark and it was as if nothing had happened... I was like "erm, where is my dog? Had she gone mad from that knock on the head??'

Apparently, my dog had forgotten what had happened after the pain dissipated. She reverted to her same old carefree and heck care self. It was quite scary but at the same time, I was so relieved...

...which brings me to the topic at hand.


My dog taught me that it is possible to look past tragedies and start anew every single day (or even hour). It takes a lot of courage and I admit that. Sometimes it is tempting to go back to your familiar head space and wallow in self-pity. But there is always a choice. Hmmm.... I suspect that my dog may be Professor X from X-men because Professor X once told me (through the silver screen) that it is ok to fall down and stumble. It is ok to feel like crap but it is NOT ok to allow yourself to think that trials and tribulations are permanent. We have it in us to choose good over bad, and happy endings over catastrophes. After the pain subsides (and it will), we have the innate ability to move on.
(OMG! COME TO THINK OF IT....MY DOG IS PROFESSOR X...! BALD AND WELL, SORTA CAN'T WALK CAUSE SHE IS LAZY TO... I HOPE I'M HER FAVOURITE STUDENT. I HOPE I'M JEAN GREY AT LEAST. Sorry, got distracted...)










In any way, to my one true love:
For an 'un-evolved' dog who was merely a year or two old at that time, you were hella intelligent and bad-ass. I hope you will continue to be you and do you for as long as you live. Love, your best friend and soul mate <3 p="">