Remember the last two strays I blogged about? Here’s a third, who also pretty much came to us in the same way the other two did, either by chance or by fate, I don’t know. We named this new addition to the family as “Bobby”. We’re not too imaginative with dog names in comparison to cat names. Sure, we have cats named Eldar, Arya, Skardi, Freyer and other “weird” names but when it comes to the dogs, we sort of get stumped. So we ended up naming them simple human names. The first stray dog that came to our house we named Billy and the second stray dog we called Johnny.
Bobby arrived at our front gate a few months ago looking lost. He was afraid of humans at first and would run away when we approach him but he don’t understand moving vehicles or moving out of the road when there’s a car coming towards him. We would leave food and water for him outside our front gate and after he eats, he will hide somewhere in the bushes and only come out again when he’s hungry. This went on for almost a month until one day, he braved himself to come to us.
Bobby limped from his right hind leg. We think he had been hit but he wouldn’t let us check his leg. Bobby is close to my brother, Z. Whenever Z walks out our front gate, Bobby would walk next to him or look up at him or lie down next to Z’s legs or put his paw on Z’s pants. However, Bobby also knows not to rub his wet nose on Z’s pants just by Z saying “no”.
For now, we’re just taking care of Bobby. We do hope if there’s anybody out there who wants to adopt a dog, you would consider taking Bobby. He’s a sweet dog and friendly with the neighbourhood dogs but it’s just that the neighbours are making noise saying that he’s a stray and someone might call the MPKj to catch him. (If ever the MPKj comes, I bet it’s because of one of these stupid neighbours!)
Do voice out if you’d like a pet dog ya!