In the early stages of adulthood..every thing is a high for you.. you feel like you can conquer the world.. do anything and get away with it.. I was young, always out, doing anything, never seen home.
All my life, Iv always wanted a dog..my mom hated dogs (and still does)..so does the rest of my family. So I gave up the idea of having one.
It wasn't one of my childhood memories that a dog was running around with me, licking my face, and waiting for me when i get home from school and sleeping at the foot of my bed. I only see those things on tv..and wishful thinking that I might have a dog who'd do those things for me.
...and I did. I was 22 years old when i got my FIRST dog..2 months old black Labrador. HE was a gift from a family friend. I had no idea how to take care of a dog.. I never grew up with one!
I brought him to the vet and fed him.. and God knows how a tiny thing could cost much! But he was worth it.
But bills were not the only problem..AGAIN, my family is not very fond of dogs. They despise him as if he has rabies or something...at some point i think they wanted to kick me and my dog out of the house. Plus my dog is not angel, he destroys anything he sees from shoes to table to plants and even underwear. IN my eyes he was adorable but to them, he was pure evil...
Months pass he got bigger and I mean big! ..but with an energy of a puppy! He runs around somteimes knocking you off to the ground! He jumps and play bite with me, and when we walk he tugs me around...as if he's the one giving me a walk and not the other way around. I got bruises and cuts and fell to the ground for the nth time..i lost count already! BUT I WAS HAPPY (and still am!). I never knew how fun it was having a dog.. (not until i was in my 20s!)
But it wasnt all fun and happy for us...i struggled on making both ends meet...that is keeping my dog and keeping peace with my family. They still didnt love him. They wanted him out of the house and even made suggestions of giving him away to somebody. It was a battle I thought Id never win.
My dog wasnt helping either. He grew big and spoiled. He constantly barks until he sees me even at night when im asleep! He wasnt allowed inside the house so he barks and barks until I go out and end up sleeping outside.
Eventually, i got tired of sleeping outside and so I had him trained and maybe his behavior would improve. To have him trained also drained my pockets. But after months of training he showed improvement, his noisy barking lessened and i get to sleep straight at night.
My family is still not a big fan of him but i think they grew tired of making me quit on loving my dog. What my family couldnt see is the happiness this big furball is giving me. He taught me that happiness in life is not partying all night, buying expensive clothes and living the high life. Happiness are the little joys in life, just like owning a dog. He taught me to appreciate life better and love with all your bark.. i mean heart. Iv never seen anybody adore me and miss me that much. He misses and me jumps with joy when i get home.
Someimtes, Id think to myself that normally people get their first dog at 8 or 10 years old, but I got mine at 22! Id feel emabarrased at the idea, but I guess this is how it was meant to be because if I got him when I was younger, Id never appreciate the lessons and love he'd taught me now that Im older.
Its been a year and 3 months since I got him. He stil barks alot but this time only when he's hungry and needs to pee or poop. My family is still not a fan. But my dog, Juggy, is my number one fan. I cant imagine when the day comes that he has to leave me; but as for now every second with him is worthwhile, his barking is music to my ears and his body is still my comfort pillow.
..my firsT dog..
iyang name is kulafu 
he died this morning he was just a pup
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