This is my way of remembering my broken bird, my unborn child. This is also my journey towards that bigger meaning that will give worth to my anguish and my pain, hoping that in the end, I will be able to say ... "Ahh, God was not playing with me after all!"
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
She makes my heart happy!
That's Powpee ... Abby's baby. She refers to herself as Powpee's Mommy. Of course, that makes me the Lola (grandma)!!!
We got this mixed Pomeranian for Abby two and a half years ago when she saw a falling star and started wishing for a puppy.
At five years old then, we wanted her to go on believing that the world still held wonders such as falling stars and tooth fairies.
She named her puppy herself, Pow-Pee ... because she was always pooing and peeing ... see?
Next to Abby (or is it Abby next to her?), Powpee is the most adored member of the household! Even my husband cannot resist her charms.
Too bad she eats mostly inun-unan, that's fish cooked in vinegar, salt, and garlic. That made her breath deadly!!! But we love her nonetheless! We just don't encourage her to open her cute little mouth when she lies down like that on our laps :)
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hehehhe, doggie breath sucks, but you could try giving powpee this minty bones that could be bought at most pet shops.
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