我跟小牧kimberly, 小綿羊kimber, 小約瑟，兩隻可愛的松鼠狗等等住在同一個開放空間中。其實她們也好惡，不過人們都覺得她們好漂亮，而我，因為跑得慢又沒有牙，於是便只躲在一角裹。大多數領養人都爭住抱松鼠狗，只有好小人看見我的存在。
We walk pass many black and white men and women rushing pass Central everyday, these straight face people would suddenly go all excited, screaming "oh it's an adorable dog" at me.
My hooman is adventurous and non-conforming, perhaps it's because she doesn't care too much about rules, I ended up having been to a lot more places than many other four-legged friends.
I have took ferry across the water. Taking the MTR and bus is an everyday activity for us, apparently dogs are not allowed on those, but we never fail to manage our ways to get on. Once a bus driver pointed at me and ask if i were a stuffed toys, of course I pretended to be a moving one right away.
I get salad with my hooman and walk through Lane Crawford and hotels without anyone noticing.
My home is a seaside studio of an illustrator - ms mao. I have an extremely energetic and naughty brother siufu. Outside our home is the wide sea and blue sky, even though i am tiny, mom insist on bringing me to the park for walks everyday. She loves to say that I look happiest when walking outside.
After our evening walks, we go to Park n'shop together, other furry friends stay outside, only I get to go pick groceries with my hooman.
Passerbys never shy from exclaiming how cute I am, they just cannot hold their amusement.
Once mama had meetings with other volunteers at IFC Senryo, I sat quietly next to her for almost nearly two hours, and the other volunteers totally didn't know that I was there all that time.
Mama need to see doctor all the time, and everytime i'd accompany her.
Even people who are most scared of dogs are not scared of me, Dr. JY who's always been scared of dogs would hold me in her arms and say i am very adorable.
The day she held me (as person scared of dog all her life) she looked so happy!
When mama and I drink coffee by the street, passerby would asked if they could hold me, not just young people who like cute things, but also men and old ladies too. They would then start retelling the stories of their own dogs, and one even showed us pictures that was stick with tape on the surface of her wallet.
Every other wednesday we would go for physiotherapy like hoomans go to gym to strengthen muscle, and sometimes we do dog yoga together.
My name is Rosie, a tiny poodle somewhere between 5 and 9 years old. My hooman always carry me in her sling, everyone just thought I am a spoiled baby, but actually two of my back knee has grade 3 petulla luxation and my front leg is permanently deformed.
When I was young, I thought I'd come on this world to become someone's beloved pet. I'm petite and pretty, full of affection and healthy. The angels said I would have no problem finding a home - "petit, cute, purebreed..."
So I waited and waited in a pet shop, but all my sibilings has gone apart from me. Nobody buy pets after they become adults they say, so I was transported to this container where there were 40+ other doggos, all of them were barking when we get there, everyone were caged and it smell horrible. I thought the barking were to welcome me, but it didn't end in the 7 years that follow. Our world is an overwhelming space of bad smell, food leftovers that human occasionally bring, and smell of poop and pee.
Days after days we waited, but nothing came.
We were occasionally put together with other dogs, which we might not even get along, in small cages. And since then I gave birth to many little puppies, THEY were all taken away, (later I know they were taken away to sell, it didn't bother me much as compared to all the exhaustion of living there)
My body deteriorated, I feel extremely exhausted and hot and itchy all the time.
My muscles ached from sitting in a small space years after years.
And one day I blacked out at a flash of pain, when I woke up, my left elbow was broken. For months I lived in pain, I sleep through it to make myself feel better, I gave up hope on living, until suddenly one day, I got grabbed and thrown away.
Perhaps I was too old to be useful anymore.
Indeed, all my teeth were rotten, my leg was in pain, my ears was stuck.
After some car rides, i arrived at another multi-dog shelter, which was a lot more airy and has people who cuddled me, i later found out it's an adoption centre, called @lap.org.hk
I lived there for a month, many people come in everyday to clean our poop and pat us, I shared a room with other doggos that was rescued, a very popular Pom girl, a very bossy sheltie, another tiny yorkie momo; they all seemed to have many human fans.
Eventually OF course, someone chose me; which is my current family. Now, even though I only have one Perfect leg, (two with grade 3 pétulla luxation and one permanently deformed) and no teeth; I'm one of the most-well-traveled (within the city) doggie. Having a limping leg didn't stop me from being loved and seeing the world ❤