Oggy Doggy

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Ramon S. Dacawi

(We yield this space for a piece from my son Johann D. Dacawi about an addition to his young family. – RD)

It has been quite long, but at last we have a dog.

We needed to change our tail wagger’s name because it was identical with our neighbor’s. Dylan, our younger son, named him after his favorite toon show, Oggy and the Cockroaches. His brother Lukie protested because the story of the show is a cat and he suffers from watching it all the time. But then again, deep down, he liked it.

Like most dogs, he is adorable. This small mutt has a thick brown with shades of black fur. What’s great about his fur is that it doesn’t shed off. Probably because he is still young. Anyway, his body is long and his legs short and stubby. Normally, Oggy’s ears are folded. When he is looking up he loks like a bat-eared fox. And then you can fold his ers outwardly to give him a new look.

The difficulty we had before contradicts how easy we got Oggy. My wife asked our neighbor, Angela if she knew of a pooch we could adopt. Folks here call her the witch becuase every year she dressed up to be the befana. Angela asked another neighbor, Paula, and Paula had a rtoerh, and her brother knew of a friend who has this niece who had dogs that were up for adoption.

It rained like cats and dogs when we went to visit Oggy. We didn’t expect that we would bring him home that day. It was kind of signora Paula to give us some tips on how to train Oggy. She also gave us a leash and dog food. When I heard the dog food was “organic”, my mind told me organic is “not cheap”. And the signora insisted Oggy to eat organic.

We know little about the dog really. The mother of the young lady who owns Oggy was like, “take him and leave in a politely kind of way” during the visit., We didn’t know if he was vaccinated and they said he was three months old. That was it.

I thought it would be traumatic for the dog to have a bath, but my wife bathed him anyway. After we dried him up,m he went to poop and pee in the boys’ bedroom. When I went to see the incident, Dylan had covered them with kitchen towels. I felt good about it and hoped that they would soon learn to clean it up.

The mongrel likes Lukie’s calmness and goes to him for a nap. When it’s play time, Oggy finds Dylan for his rough-and-tumble ways. And when nature calls, our dog comes to my wife and me, of course.

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Here’s what’s going on with Oggy.

On his second night here in his new home, he woke my wife up at two in the morning. Oggy was whining and walking back and forth, going in and out the bedrooms.  My wife thought he needed to pee but she couldn’t get herself up to take our poor canine out, Lovelyn was still tipsy form our night cap earlier that evening. Then she went back to bed and later deal with whatever disaster we’d find in the morning.

There was nothing clean when we woke up and we wondered why Oggy was agitated. Later in the day, we learned that the former owner of our dog came last night to bring Oggy’s mom to our neighbor, Rowena, who decided to adopt his mom, too. Thy brought the dog in the late evening and at around 2 a.m., Rowena took mommy dog out because, like her offspring, she was agitated. Mothyer dog and son senses that night they were close to each other.

Both dogs were finally reunited in the afternoon, Oggy was like doing somersaults and endlessly licking her mom who they named Miley. (e-mail: jhndacawi@yahoo.it for comments.)