“Cornelio!” Mr. Ricky Santos called.
Mr. Ricky Santos was a dog breeder. He had been breeding dogs for years. He had amassed large sums of money just from breeding dogs. One would think that one had to really have a heart for animals to become a breeder, but apparently, such was not the case for this guy.
“Yes, Mr. Santos!” Cornelio came running all sweaty from all the cleaning he’s been doing practically the whole day. Cornelio was Cornelio Junior actually. He’s young at only 16 years old, tall but not muscular unlike his father, Cornelio, Senior.
He was taking over his father’s duty as caretaker of the animals. Cornelio Senior got sick months ago and had not since come back to Mr. Santos’ farm.
“Are all the kennels clean?” Mr. Santos said in his usual raspy voice, left hand on his waist and his right-hand fingers running along his moustache.
“Almost done, Sir!”
“Make sure, they’re all ready for tomorrow. We have a new client coming. They will look at all of the dogs that we have… Oh, and make sure also that you have given them all a bath…. and them, too!” Referring to Lily and her puppies.
“Oh, yey! We’re finally taking a bath! I love taking baths.”
“Oh yes, Wacky. We are all going to smell better.” Lily told his boys faking a smile. The movement of her tail said otherwise. She was actually worried, her tail moving tentatively from left to right.
She’s afraid tomorrow might be the day her boys would be taken away from her. She had seen it happen over and over. Recently, with Chunky, the Chow Chow and Sharon, the Shih Tzu.
Well, sometimes they take just one or two in a week but it was certain that parting was inevitable.
“On the other hand, I am not pure-bred! I mean, I have stayed here the longest. No one has even taken interest in me, not even Mr. Santos.” She took a good look at her Basil, Bitok, Wacky, and Polly and in her mind they were the best-looking puppies she had ever seen.
Basil, Bitok and Wacky all look like her. They had dominantly white fur with some black spots. No, they were not Dalmatians. They were more furry than Dalmatians. Polly, her youngest, took after their father, the Aspin next door. He had dominantly white fur also but his spots were brown. She didn’t want to tell anybody but Polly was actually her favorite.
There was a time when he wouldn’t sleep until she told him the story of how he was born. He just never got tired hearing it. The look in his eyes, the way he giggled - “my Polly is just adorable.”
Polly was much tinier than his brothers. One would think he would be the easiest to push out but it was the opposite. It was a good thing, a vet was there. “Nope, the vet was not there for us!… What was her name? Oooh yeah, she was Doc Ice…
Doc Ice was there to check on the dogs that just arrived from Thailand and Hongkong. She noticed how Lily was breathing heavily still and that’s when she found out that Polly was still in there.
“Oh, it was quite an experience.” Lily smiled as she recalled that day. Doc Ice was about to suggest for a C-section when Polly’s left leg protruded followed by the rest of his body. It was as if Polly knew Mr. Santos would never ever pay for that kind of procedure.
Lily watched her boys devour a mix of human and dog leftovers. Her boys were not picky eaters. They ate anything but only if she told them it’s okay. Early on, she trained them about which ones to swallow. She had seen the purebred ones swallow almost anything even if it’s not food. Some even choked and were saved while some choked and died.
“Mom, why are you not eating?” Polly asked.
“Yeah, mom, join us!”
“Oh, okay, if you all insist!”After dinner, all her puppies felt sleepy. They were all lying in a corner of the garage, her boys compressed beside her. She licked each one good night.
The kennels opposite of the garage caught her eye. All the dogs in there were also asleep except for some who kept stirring in their places trying to find the most comfortable position. Industrial electric fans were kept on for most of the day and night. They were not used to the tropical weather so they say.
It could be an enviable position to be in there when all the focus of Mr. Santos and his clients were on them but she did not feel envious at all. In their situation, it was best if they weren’t noticed. With that thought, she rested her head on the floor and closed her eyes.
Lily wondered whether Basil was serious about wanting to be a Chow Chow. She asked herself, “Well, do I want to be anything else than an Aspin?”
Always her answer was no. It just bothered her that people seemed to be picky about getting pets. In their eyes, the purebreds were cuter, more lovable, maybe even more worthy of their money? Or love?
She had nothing against purebreds, they were after all just the same species, it just that it hurt sometimes that some Filipinos treat their Aspins as second-class dog citizens.
“Lily, come!” Cornelio inviting her to come early that morning.
She had no choice actually but to follow. She stood and walked towards Cornelio, who she could tell was about to give her a bath judging from the sponge on his hand.
Lily used to enjoy bathing but today was a bit different. The conversation she heard last night between Mr. Santos and Cornelio bothered her.
She had probably witnessed tens if not hundreds of people come and go to and from that place. Some took the puppies by the dozen. Usually, those that do were from pet shops.
She had seen pet shops before. In her mind, being in a pet shop was no different from being in the kennels. The dogs stayed in the crates all day waiting for someone to find them…. FIND was not even the word they use, it’s BUY. And there’s just something about that word that didn’t sit right with her. - “I buy you. - I love you… Nope, it’s just not the same.”
The cold water hit her body and her mind went back to earth. Cornelio mixed a sachet of Joy Dishwashing Liquid, the blue one because it was antibacterial. Yes, they smelled like plates after, but clean ones!
After being toweled dry, Cornelio gave baths to all of her boys.
Just after lunch, Lily heard Mr. Santos arrive together with the clients he was talking about previously.
From the words printed on their shirts, she could tell the clients were from a pet store - Patty’s Pet Shop and Pet Supplies.
The dogs in the kennels were barking non-stop at the clients. It was always that noisy when visitors come, and then the noise would die down and some kennels would be empty again as usual.
Lily and her puppies were just watching them from the garage. In her mind, it was best to just be quiet in that corner but then -
“So, these are the ones I’m telling you about.” Mr. Santos said to the woman from the pet shop.
“Hmmmm, I think this will work!…Wait, are they all dewormed and vaccinated?… I mean, I don’t want sick dogs in our shop!”
“Of course, they are!… Look, you are getting the whole bunch at half the price.”
“You mean, the mother and the puppies?…Wait, how many are the puppies?” and she started to count - “One, two, three… four…. wait, that little one’s deformed.” she said pointing at Polly.
Bitok wanted to say something but in one rare moment he thought silence was the better option.
Lily was holding her breath. “Take us all.” she wanted to tell the woman. Tears were starting to form in her eyes.
“So, you taking them all?” Mr. Santos asked the woman.
Lily was all ears as to what the woman would say but they both walked away talking and she couldn’t decipher what decision the woman has come to.
After a few hours, some dogs in the kennels were transferred to individual crates. Lily could see Cornelio and the Pet Shop boys, not the band from the 80s, placing the crates inside the vehicles parked near the garage.
The sound of puppies crying were heartbreaking but even more heartbreaking was the look on Chunky’s and Sharon’s faces as they helplessly watch them take their little Chow Chows and Shih Tzus away. Oh wait, even Camille, the Pitbull also looked sad.
And then it happened.
Cornelio walked briskly towards them. He picked her puppies one-by-one and placed them in a carton box.
“Come, Lily” Cornelio called and she followed. At that moment, she felt okay. They were taking all of them, her and all her puppies.
The first vehicle already left. The vehicle where they were in was still open. The woman was still doing some double checking and counting of her purchase.
The driver was about to close the door when -
“Wait!” The woman exclaimed. “This one shouldn’t be here!” The woman tried to grab Polly from the box, but Lily was quick to push her hand away, eyes pleading, hoping against all hopes that the woman got what her eyes were trying to say.
But she didn’t even look into Lily’s eyes. She grabbed Polly in one hand and left him on the floor.
Nooooo!!! Lily barked and the door was shut right in front of her face. She retreated into the box huddled with her three other puppies. And right there she knew what it felt like to die.
“Wait for me! Wait for me!” Polly repeatedly screamed. He had never screamed that loudly before but loud as his voice was, his mother couldn’t hear him. He ran after the vehicle. No matter how painful it was to move his legs, he ran. He ran like he never ran before. He ran pretending to hear Basil’s voice egging him on. But the van got tinier and tinier in his sight until it totally disappeared from a distance. “Stupid dog!” Mr. Santos said as he watched Polly run after the van. Cornelio was about to run after Polly but - “Cornelio, what are you doing?” “I’m getting the dog, Sir.” “Just go clean up. Nobody wants that dog anyway.” Mr. Santos smirked as he walked back to his house. Meanwhile, a few blocks away from the farm, Polly sniffed the ground. He discovered early on that sniffing was his best weapon. He may not run very fast but boy could he sniff! He realized however
“Where does this energy come from?” Polly asked himself. “Hours ago, I was lying helpless waiting for death and now?… Wow!” There were times when he felt so confident about himself. He walked with a swagger to the beat of the music in his head. His mother liked it when he walked like that. She thought that walk made him even cuter. The song in his head was Roamby the B-52s, another band from the 80s. If there was one thing good about Mr. Santos, it’s the music that he played in the farm. He remembered seeing everyone’s head bobbing to this tune, much like those toy dogs in people’s cars. Sometimes he imagined himself wearing sunglasses as he danced to this. Boy Mercury shooting through every degreeOh girl dancing down those dirty and dusty trailsTake it hip to hip, rocket through the wildernessAround the world the trip begins with a kiss
The street that used to be abandoned during that thunderstorm of the night before was waking up to a brand new day. Somehow the rains had brought a deeper hue to the surroundings - the leaves are more green, the flowers are more red, more yellow, more orange - the earth more brown - “Hmmmmm” as he inhaled the smell of the morning breeze, coupled with various scents from all over - people, food!“Food, Oh my God! I feel like I have forgotten how food tastes like.” “Shoo! Shoo!”coupled with a mild whip of walis tingtingon Polly’s small frame. He cried with no sound walking backwards away from an elderly woman who was doing her early morning sweep of the frontyard. “I didn’t see that coming!” Polly sighed. While that was not the first time he felt a whip on his body or being shooed away, it still did not lessen how it felt deep in his chest. But it was not the time to be sad. There was
It’s been almost a week that he’s out in the streets but it felt longer. It was starting to feel like fulfilling his first mission - to eat, was more difficult than he had originally expected. Of course, that’s discounting the bits and pieces of food he would find on the street - the ones covered with all sorts of dirt or the ones left at the bottom of a can that’s just so difficult to reach no matter how much he extends his tongue. Polly never noticed how far he had gone until from out of nowhere, a pellet fell in front of him. He was looking at it at the corner of his eyes and was fighting himself not to get close to it but it was just too tempting. “It smelled like chicken…no, no… it smelled like pig meat… no, wait, it’s turkey! Wow, turkey? Where did that come from?” He moved a step closer avoiding not to look at it directly. For a while he thought he was hallucinating and then he jumped onto that piece covering it with his paws. He teased himself by loo
“First mission - to eat, check!” There so much fuss about dog food at the farm but Polly had always preferred human food because it was more tasty and he thought that the different textures gave food an added flavor. The texture of dog food was monotonous to him - the dry one, because they were pellets but the wet kind was a different topic altogether. For three consecutive days, he ate, thanks to Pete who kept on sharing his food with him unbeknownst to the attendants of the shop. He had not seen the woman that picked him up from the box and separated him from his family but some of the pet shop boys, he saw at different times. He did not know what to feel about them, anger was a feeling that he had not explored before. It was a feeling that his mother never encouraged. He had seen anger though. It was one afternoon at the garage, Basil and Bitok fought over a piece of bone. At first, they were just growling and showing their fangs. He saw their ey
“Wow! That was fun!” Polly said followed by deep long breaths as he stood looking at his reflection through the glass enclosure of the salon. He was eye to eye with himself, quietly asking his reflection whether the effort was worth it. Although deep inside he knew the answer did not lie on the image before him. “Hey, Reggie, what are you looking at?” Sonny noticing Reggie’s amusement. Sonny and Reggie were both hairdressers at Charlie’s Beauty Salon and Spa. They were taking their lunch at the cafe just beside their salon. They were seated by the window where they had a view of the busy street and of the passers-by. Reggie’s attention was not on the street nor on the passers-by, it was focused on this tiny dog that looked sick and dirty. The dog wasn’t just sitting around waiting for mercy, it was twirling in front of their salon many times as if dancing to the music. The owners of the salon placed two large speakers just outside the
Polly walked away backwards eye-to-eye with Sonny who could only whisper - “I’m sorry, little doggie, I’m sorry.” Polly only stopped walking when he hit a wall. There was no more space to move any further at least along that strip. He felt like he broke a leg or some of his ribs. He licked the part that still hurt hoping that it would have the same healing effect like that of his mother’s. He learned to endure pain in silence. Nothing good could come out if he cried or screamed. No one cared. How could there be such contradiction? How could humans say they love dogs? On the one hand they dress up their dogs or puppies like babies, give them food and treats, buy them expensive toys, bring them anywhere they go - to malls, to salons - allow them to sleep in their beds, chew up on their favorite shoes or slippers and find all that cute. And on the other, kick, laugh at, sneer, do nothing to dogs that were sick, hungry, alone - “Wait, that’s me!”
It was quite odd that Reggie went home the previous day looking and acting differently. He was unusually quiet and only managed a forced smile and a raised pair of eyebrows when he bumped into the family next door. On regular days, he would go home tired from more than eight hours of work but he still found time to crack jokes…yesterday, he did not. “Blag! Blag! Blag!”now there were more people knocking, kicking, and banging the door calling, “Reggie! Reggie!” the sound of their voices panicked. Their reaction was understandable. It was 10:00 in the morning. Reggie was supposed to be at work by now and he was not. He was still in bed sound asleep. Polly slept late the night before. Something wasn’t quite right with his human. After feeding him, Reggie went straight to bed without taking his usual late night stick of cigarette or a cup of coffee. Polly would sleep on the doormat by the foot of the bed. From there, he could hear
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.
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
“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 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
“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
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
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
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 did not know how long he had walked. All he knew was that he must get as far away from that place as he could. But no matter how far he had gone, he was still being tormented by that moment that the man killed his friend. The scene was playing on repeat in his head. He couldn’t take it off. He willed his mind to think of happy thoughts. He willed his mind to sing that song that he used to sing with his mother, or that song that he used to sing with Pilita, or Lupita. None of them worked. He thought he had seen it all but nothing could ever be as terrifying as that moment. He wished that the last moment Saucy would bring with her was that moment when she felt she was needed and loved. He wished that it was that moment with the humans she used to have, or the ones with her puppies, or the ones with Martin, Bruno and her whole pack, or maybe the beautiful moments they had together. Thinking about those moments, he realized most of their moments were diffic