Polly watched Pilita sink. Her eyes were still open and was looking at him. Polly could not stand watching her sink like that. With all his might, he gathered all the emotions that were running in his body - fear, worry, confusion, but also hope, determination that he could throw a lifeline to his sinking friend.
For the first time, he screamed. One that can be heard all around. He screamed - “Pilita! Pilita!” over and over and over again until Roxanne noticed what was happening.
“Mother, your co-worker’s dog kept on barking!” Roxanne told Bridgette.
“It’s probably cold. He’ll be alright.” Bridgette reasoned.
“Yeah, I know. But the bigger dog is not. I think it’s drowning.”
“We can’t do anything about that, Roxanne. We have our own worries to attend to.”
“How can you say that, Mother?… Look, it’s sinking!”
Bridgette turned to look and caught only Pilita’s black snout.
Polly drifted farther and farther away from where Pilita was. He felt tired. He felt like he had consumed all his energy from all the barking that he had done as he watched Pilita sink helplessly into the dark flood water. But if there was any consolation it was that he knew Pilita got saved all because he barked. Polly was not really a barker. He thought it ran in their family. His mother and brothers never really barked for no reason. In his heart of hearts, when he was very young, he knew he wanted to try it. He was curious what his voice would sound like. One afternoon, in one of his strolls with his mom, Lily, and brothers, Basil, Bitok, and Wacky, they went on top of a not-so-high hill. Their mother suggested that they practice barking there. She said the wind would carry their voices all across the fields right at the foot of the hill and no one would know it was them. His mother and brothers barked and bayed effortlessly. Before long, it was as if they were s
For a while, Polly was content roaming around the block with Lupita. It served him well to be around her. She loved to sing and he loved to dance that they would often catch each other bobbing their heads to whatever song Lupita was singing. Polly opened his eyes one morning and said, “I need a bath.” “That’s a sentence I never thought I’d hear you say!” Lupita replied. “What do you mean?” “Well, I didn’t want to say anything but your fur is really muddy and ahhmmm, you… ahhhm… stink a little." “I kinda know that.” Polly said without a tiny little hint of hurt, which Lupita was afraid she’d see after saying that. “You did?” “Well, when you started floating a little farther from me, I kinda got the hint.” “Look, Polly, there’s a really shallow stream over there. Maybe you can take a dip and I can take a sip of the clear water!” “Sounds gr
Polly felt like his crate was being lifted again. He was sliding and bumping on all four sides of the box he was in. He was not concerned with getting bruised anymore, he was more concerned about what was about to happen to him in that room. It happened so fast. Before he knew it, he felt some kind of plastic on his body. They were gloves - rubber gloves. Then he heard - “Oh my! This one’s pretty serious. His stomach is big. He’s losing fur and there’s something wrong with his leg.” “Tell me something I don’t know.” were words forming in Polly’s head hearing the lady say that. Then again, without warning, warm water hit his body. “Oh, look at that! Not even a whimper.” the lady said. And even with the mask on her face, Polly could tell she was smiling. “What a good doggie you are, huh!” as she continued to pour warm water all over him. “Oh, but you are trembling. Are you scared, little doggie?… You don’t have to be scar
Weeks passed. The kennels that used to be full were one-by-one being vacated. Every day, Luis and his companions would usher the dogs to the mini dog park or the play area where all the visitors looking for a pet to adopt were entertained.For a while, Polly sat in his kennel watching the dogs around him be fetched. Some of them would return by end of the day but some never managed to come back.“Oh, Willy is so lucky he got adopted today.” Polly overheard a dog say.“I am not surprised. He really is a handsome black dog.” another said.“We’ll have our day. Good luck to us tomorrow.” “Yeah! Good luck!” That brief conversation answered the questions that had been in his mind all along and he wondered whether he would have the chance to be considered for adoption just like the others. Every day, he would hear Luis say he was not ready. His skin had impr
Around three o’ clock in the afternoon, the big dogs from the park were being led back to the kennels. There were still quite a number of them left and by the way they were walking by the halls, they all looked tired from playing and stressed from meeting stranger after stranger after stranger.The mood is almost the same where Polly was. Most of the puppies that were left were just too tired they had fallen asleep.All of Lala’s and Jake’s puppies got adopted. Thanks to their ability to really play up each of their puppies stories to the guests. This strategy gave Lala the idea. She could at least try to get to know this little doggie’s story for a shot at beating Jake on the bet.Jake noticed how Lala was craning her neck around the room.“What are you looking for?” Jake asked as he approached Lala.Lala continued to move her head around as she answered - “Nothing!” when she spotte
“For a while, I was winded when Jake grabbed me real hard. I didn’t know where I was! I shook my head and found myself in a real dark place. But I was moving. I sniffed a bit. Hmmm, smells familiar… It’s… it’s Jake! Oh no! I was trapped in Jake’s tummy! He ate me whole?… Kidding!… I was under the jacket he was wearing! But why? I could feel he was walking briskly. Much like the walk people do back in the streets I was before. The people who were moving so fast, they didnlt have time to notice the surroundings.”“And then he wasn’t walking anymore. We were still moving but a lot faster this time. He was riding a motorcyle with me in it. A lot of questions were in my mind all of the answers to them were not good. I can smell Jake’s heart. His was selective love for animals if there was such a thing. ‘Cause caring for animals, even for anything did not have to be selective. It&rs
A bird perched on the branch of a mango tree just beside a nest was looking up to the sky. It was Lupita. It was the mango tree right in the vicinity of the Philippine Pet Rescue Center. She had set up camp right there so she could be close to Polly. But eversince they took him inside, she had never set eyes on her friend. She always wondered what could have happened to him. For a brief moment, Polly had kept her company. He would dance every time she would sing and he always lent an ear whenever she felt like telling tons of stories.She was looking up praying that Polly was just inside having the time of his life - lots of food, lots of attention and, the care he always needed, wanted and deserved.“Oh, Polly, I wish you are okay. I wish you are steps closer to your dreams of finding that person you will love for the rest of your life.”Somewhere in the Philippines, Reggie was looking up to the sky by his window. The stroke he had months b
Polly was awakened by the rumbling in his stomach, a feeling he had not felt in all the time he had at the rescue center. Although, it was not really heaven at PPRC, at least he did not need to worry about his meal or where to sleep. He wondered whether the only person that seemed to care, Luis, was looking for him.Polly did not know what to make of Luis. He thought that if he truly cared for him, he would’ve brought him home or he would’ve made sure Jake did not get the chance to throw him out like that.“Hmmm!” he moaned stretching his front legs to awaken his whole body.He stepped out from behind the post and got startled when someone kicked him to get out of the way. “Awww!” he cried. The little time he had at the center made him forget how busy the streets were on a weekday and blamed himself for not remembering that bit of information. “I could’ve been crushed if I had stepped a