I’m happy to announce that Tiger had been adopted but not until this weekend. Right now she is stashed away in the boyfriend’s condo unit, locked in the bathroom to prevent her from creating anymore havoc around the house.

The good thing is she doesn’t make a sound so the neighbors don’t know. But i’m really worried that we’ll come home to a huge mess.

This morning she managed to escape from the kitchen (we let her sleep in the kitchen but we bar the entrance with heavy Toyogo boxes and chairs) and i found her chewing the boyfriend’s favorite Zara pigskin shoe. He was livid!
 

See the boxes piled up outside the kitchen entrance?
 

I totally forgot how tiring it is taking care of young hyperactive dogs. Kobe was 10 times worst but that seemed ages ago. Gawd i am too old to be chasing and shouting at Tiger. I’m too old to be cleaning up dog poo each morning and evening.

Tiger is much luckier than Milo. This morning i saw him near my house area and he was limping really badly. I hate seeing dogs suffer… sigh… but i can only save that much. The boyfriend… well i think too, that i’m getting worse, i’m totally and emotionally effected by dogs. I should control myself from now on.

I hope the end of the week comes real quick and well, more importantly i hope she gets a good home. That’s one of my boyfriend’s birthday wishes coming true :).

Speaking of birthdays, we are so busy nowadays we didn’t even have time to go for a nice dinner on the boyfriend’s birthday. It’s so saddening man. I hope after this week everything will fall back to our old routine.

Hey, we have no time to go house hunting anymore too. Not that there are any affordable houses out there anyways – i hate real estates in Malaysia, ridiculously overpriced. But the point is we have no time for ourselves anymore.

These days i’m missing my daily routines more and more.