20/05/2026
The dog I have never asked for, but have grown to unconditionally love.
Her name is Mussu (my son gave her that name), a stray dog who made it inside our subdivision by following the neighbor's motorcycle on their way home.
She was annoying. There was a time when she couldn't wait for her food and I got so irritated, I hit her with the pot where I made her food. She never growled. Instead, she fearfully took a step back and wimped. Another things that made me get annoyed with her, was that she never seemed to get contentment with food, as if she was still hungry even after eating a lot. She would eat the food of all the five stray cats I feed even if she already had hers. She would chase them until one day, no cat has ever returned to my porch anymore.
Weeks have gone by and I noticed how tamed and kind she is. She seldom barks, very very seldom. She never growls even if I scold her. She never fights back.
I just found myself one day wanting to adopt her.
I thought the only reason I decided was because my son loves her.
But lately, I realized that I love her the same way my son does. I have grown to love her like my own child, that when we are out of the house for more than five hours, I would worry. I bought her a 15-meter leash, not to make her a guard dog, but for her to be safe from the city dog pound when they do rounds in the neighborhood, and at the same time, she can still run free in a 15-meter vicinity. Yet, the leash became somehow useless because I let her run free outside for certaim periods in a day, so that she won't feel like she lost her freedom.
I used to be jealous when I see her attached with the neighbors who found her. I even thought I lost interest in her when she made me feel like she choose them over me when I was calling her many times to go home, yet she wouldn't listen and stayed with them.
But I love her so much that I learned to give her whatever makes her happy. So, everytime she hears Tito's motorcycle, I would let her go outside to welcome them home. I would give her time to spend with them until late nights.
She is still attached with them, and I don't feel bad about it anymore. I am happy actually, because I know that anothet family will take care of her if we need to be away from home for a while.
Seeing her being happy with them doesn't bother me anymore aa much as it did before, because I know, she made me see it multiple times ~ that our home is her home. No matter how many hours she plays outside, no matter how long she spends time with the neighbor who found her, she will always come back to where she feels her home is.
She will always go back home.
To us. To me.
