So I woke up with the usual hangover. Amit, Nidhi and I were going about Jupiter street last night, and at 5 am, we were still drinking the last mugs of beer. But that’s not the interesting part. The interesting part, is that I saw my mother sitting on the floor of the kitchen near the refrigerator, with my brother looking down on her curiously. I saw something black in front of her but I kinda thought it’s just one of those post-hangover things lingering on your brain.

I went back to my room. Then I heard the yapping.

That’s right, we have a puppy in the house.

The short-haired black dog with white glove-type patches on the feet, happened to be an annoying wailing thing at a vacant lot at two o’clock in the morning before it became a puppy inside our house. My mother took pity on it after getting exasperated with it finally. I told her that’s prolly the reason why it got dumped in the first place. Asungot kasi.

I look at the puppy and cringe. Someone once told me the concept of pretty looking pets: you have to ensure that you get a cute one if it’s a family pet because chances are, it’s going to survive because it solicits that “awwww” in you, therefore constantly feeding the pet.

This one is just downright ugly.

“Di bale, saglit lang naman eto. Pag umokay na siya, hahanapin ko na yung may ari. Kawawa kasi, e.” My mother defends. She lovingly strokes the little pup and looks at it longingly. Oh, you poor, naive woman. Come here, you.

Well, I can’t blame her. It has been a long time since we last had pets in the house. Generally, my mum disapproves of them because she ends up caring for them, so that kind of discourages my gigil-ang-cute-mo-lumayo-ka-at-iuuwi-kita urges with kittens. But as much as I miss pets running around my feet, I miss good looking pets running around my feet.

“Di ba lalaki yung mga aso sa farm? Sabi ng Papa mo gusto nya ng askal, e. Tamang tama ito, babae.” I can’t help but feel a little guilty of feeling like a pimp. Fresh new girl from probinsya, tamang tama, maraming lalaki sa Maynila na magbabayad para dito. Hahahaha.

I sit down and start typing on the taptap, and the puppy trots over to my feet and slumps down on them. Aww. Fuck. JC, you poor, naive woman, you. I pull the table cloth up and look at her. She peers up at me.

Ugh. Pangit mo.