popo is back!

Yep! after almost a week of stowing away, the prodigal dog returned (it was almost a month ago, but this poor blogger only had the time to write about it now. tsk! tsk!). Oh let me correct myself, Popo wasn't just prodigal; he is a battered dog. Too bad... Let me make it clear that it wasn't me who batters the poor hound. If only we had an animal precinct here...

Anyway, the poor canine suddenly appeared in our doorstep one rainy evening. He was dripping wet and stinking! Ewwww... I was sitting on the rocking chair lulling my baby to sleep when he showed up in front of me and robbed his messy body in my feet. I shouted! It was almost 10 p.m. and the people in the house were roused from their deep slumber.

To make the long story short, the dog is now living not so happily ever after with his kinda abusive masters (May i exempt myself. I love Popo, the reason why i was the one he approched upon his return home. hehehe).