Cookie was so happy to see me, he couldn't stop wagging his tail. Since he was about to go for his chemical bath, I hung around and chatted with the staff.
"Cookie refused to walk for the first two days but this morning, he was so happy when I brought him out!", the staff said, beaming with joy. "He's such a good dog."
According to the vet, Cookie needs his weekly chemical bath until the condition improves. That really set me thinking. If he returns to the farm, who's going to look after him? In no time, his skin may get infected again, and all this effort will be in vain.
Hence I am considering bringing Cookie back to our apartment to stay. It's already getting crowded in our little home with the fish and shrimp tanks and one small doggie. Do we have space and time for a bigger dog?
The kids love to have Cookie here with us and they think it would be cool to let Cookie sleep on my bed as well. I'm inclined to let him set up home in the spacious patio instead. I can't imagine having two dogs scurrying about indoors. I don't want to share my bed with 2 dogs!
I really don't know what to expect. Will I be able to manage walking two dogs at the same time? While it is great fun to have them together, looking after two dogs is no joke. My life is already hectic enough, with the added responsibility, I can only imagine myself getting busier.
Afterall, having a pet is like caring for a child. I guess I'll just have to try it out for now, at least until he is fully recovered.
My house is beginning to look like Animal farm. Rusty is Napoleon. I'm just the farm owner who hopes that the animals will never rise in revolt and oust me from power.