The sun was already up when Polly woke up. The Christmas lights were off. Those melodies that lulled him to sleep could no longer be heard. He fell asleep in full view of all the people passing by. He could have died just by being stepped on. He was so tired that all his guards were off when he fell asleep.
He could feel his tummy rumbling. He had not eaten in the last few days. He had not groomed, too. He licked his paws and rubbed them off his face. He could taste the dust that were stuck thick onto his fur. It was awful! It was disgusting. “No wonder those cats and dogs were looking at me with disgust!”
He continued to lick the parts of his body that he could reach. The wound that he had from the thorn of the bougainvillea plant and the cuts that he got from being dragged by the fishball vendor were healing but he had lost considerable amounts of fur on his body.
Polly looked back at his tail, wagged him left and right. “W
Polly hid behind the bushes right when the human he was waiting for was passing by.“I can’t believe you did that!” Dory said placing her left wing on her forehead.Polly spoke from where he was hiding. “What?”“Oh, come on out here. You just blew your chance to be noticed.”“I’m too scared. I haven’t recovered from what happened to Saucy. I don’t think I can take another heartbreak.”“You are just going to see if she will notice you! And if what those three dogs have told me were true, then I don’t think you will have your heart broken.”“I’m sorry but I don’t believe you can talk with those three big dogs. It’s just not possible.”“Okay, watch me.” Dory flew first to the branch of a narra tree in front of the crates.The teacher, Poll
Heavy rains continued to pour. So heavy that it felt like nails pricking every part of Polly’s body. There were no more children and adults passing that alley. It was just Polly stuck on one side of it. He sat there just trembling. His brain was commanding his body to move but his muscles refused to follow.He closed his eyes praying for the rain to stop and even the rain refused to do so. Instead, it went on in the same intensity for hours. It felt like the rain was pressing him further down onto the ground.“This is it. This is how I am going to die.” with no one in sight to rescue him, he was certain that he would not last for a few more hours under that heavy downpour.“But no! I can’t die like this! All I have to do is hold on a little longer. Just like what I’ve been doing time and again. I don’t have my mother and brothers to cheer me on, no Pilita or Lupita to share the agony with, no Martin and Brun
“So I am not dead!That’s one cause for a celebration.“And my human finally noticed me!”“Your human? I don’t think that’s right!”it was the white dog with brown patches that spoke, the leader of the three, the one that stayed in the middle crate.“Yeah, it’s premature for you to say that!”agreed the black one.Polly was about to say something when he felt his legs depart from the ground. When he looked behind him, he saw that his human was carrying him with her bare hands. He could feel all ten fingers, her palm supporting his whole body.He had never experienced being held like that by a human. He was so high from the ground. If he fell, he could really break more bones. But he looked at her face. She did not look like she was about to do that.She then held Polly with just one hand and opened the crates of the three larg
Polly was looking around from inside the box. It was not too tall for him not to see the surroundings. Once in a while, he would glance at Terry. He couldn’t believe that she could do this to him. “I mean, she saved me from the storm, she kept me warm, she fed and even gave me a bath only to throw me away? That just does not make any sense.” Polly was busy with his thoughts that before he knew it, they were hailed in a three-wheeled vehicle, a tricycle, as they called it. The box where he was in was not on the floor. It was on her lap. Sometimes, he would feel her hand on his body when the ride would go over rough parts of the road. “Where could she be taking me?” Furry Friends Grooming Services and Pet Supplies. The tricycle stopped right in front of it. The shop looked really nice and clean and there were lots of pictures of purebred dogs and cats. It was much like Patty’s Pet Shop and Pet Supplies but a little sma
“I can’t understand why Terry has to get another dog. There’s so many of us already!”Tagpi posed the question while the three of them were in their crates during school hours.Since there were only three crates, Polly had to join Popo in his. He was the only one nice enough to share the space with him.Polly pretended to be asleep. He wanted to find out what these dogs think about him.“We should get used to it. That’s how Terry is.”Bantay replied.“Popo, I can’t believe you are taking another responsibility. Remember the time you got separated with Cattlily? I knew how difficult that time was for you. It was hard to start a friendship with someone and then having it abruptly end.” Tagpi said.“What are you implying? That I should get mad at Terry for taking Cattlily away?” Popo whispered. He did not want to wake Polly up.
Polly always looked forward to mornings and afternoons just like Popo, Bantay, and Tagpi. At dawn, the three large dogs would assemble by the gate looking at the path where Terry would walk with a basket of food.Polly wanted to join them there. He was excited, too, but he was afraid he might rock the hierarchy. He felt then that it was only Popo who had truly accepted him. So he just content himself watching the three dogs welcome Terry. They jumped, they spinned at the mere sight of their human.“I do not know whether they had been trained but at least when it comes to patience and control at meal time, the three certainly displayed them to a T.”They just stayed in their open crates as Terry divided the food.“One, two, three bowls.” Polly counted. The bowl that Polly was using in the last few days was that thin microwavable plastic that always got ruined. Much like the temporary food bowls that Cornelio used f
It was tiring hopping from one situation to another. Polly missed the certainty that his mother and brothers brought to his life. It was truly a roller coaster ride for him since he was left alone.“Polly! Polly!” Polly heard voices calling his name in nothing short of a whisper. He looked around but saw no one.“Polly! Polly!” the voices called again. He stood up on all fours inside the closed crate. Polly looked at Tagpi and Bantay. It seemed like they were hearing the voices, too but preferred to just ignore it. Popo seemed to be doing the same.“Over here,Polly!” slowly he two heads started to appear from the left side of the front gate.“Martin? Bruno?…Am I dreaming?”The two dogs did not respond. They walked away.“Who’s Martin? Who’s Bruno? Popo asked.Polly sat before answering. “They are my friends.