This is the third story I’ve written about my Chocolate Brown Labrador named “Coco. For those who have never been around any Labradors they are very special and will worm their way into your heart. We received Coco from my Daughter Hanna last year when it dawned on her that a 65 pound dog didn’t really work well in her apartment. Daddy and Mommy have been the storage area for her other dogs in the past that have not worked well for her in her life, yet seem to do fine at our house.
Last Friday at 0700 I was getting ready for my morning Coco walk, when I called her to the gate she was moving very slowly without her usual over the top enthusiasm, there were no two foot leaps in the air, and jumping up and placing her size 12 paws on my chest to push me out to the street.
It was like she wanted to stay home that day. I looked at her and her eyes were bright red. I somehow knew that was wrong as they normally are dark brown. I tried the anti-red eye feature on my camera but to no avail.
I then knew I was going to the Vet’s office today, I have another vet that comes to the house to give shots and general checkups every 6 months or so, but for this type of 911 emergencies it was a trip to the “Big Po” or Olongapo City, to our other Vet, or as I like to call them, “My Vet Guy!”
Next to eating copious amounts of food and walking in the morning, Coco loves to ride in the car. She’ll sit calmly in the back seat with her head between the two front seats and look out the windshield, and lick your ear once in awhile. That day she just lay there listless.
She knew she was going to the Vet’s office as she’d been there before, and seemed content about it, as the Doctor and his assistants fawn all over her. The Vet checked her out and gave her a shot, and pronounced her well and back to normal it was an eye problem and Coco took a shot to her rump, try to figure that. We asked what was wrong and he said she had a mild eye infection caused by the blowing dust in our purok. We left with some eye drops and a bill for P 1,500.00. But if Coco the Flying Labrador is well again, than that is money well spent.
On the way home my Daughter Ymir (8 months pregnant) wanted to stop at the Boardwalk on Subic Freeport and walk on the shoreline. Her Doctor told her that was good for her and reduced the swelling in her “KANKLES” (Swollen Ankles’)
As the car pulled up to the waterfront it was noted by all, that Coco was well again, for the other thing she truly loves, is the beach and playing in the water. She would pass up food for that!
Yhen (Ymir Thea) and Coco were now beach walking, with my niece Shay, my son-in-law Cecil, Mayang and her twin sister Clara. So an unannounced trip to the beach was how the rest of the day was spent.
Coco of course put the fear of the Lord into all other beach goers that day, but I say; “If you’re afraid of dogs, it was because you threw rocks at them when you were young and they all know it was you.” I’ve seen kids do it to dogs and I have the strong desire to pitch one back at them.
The shot, the eye drops and the vitamins the Doctor gave us must have worked, because the next morning Coco was at the window in my computer room panting to go on her morning walk. I’m thinking it was the day at the beach that did her more good than anything the Doctor did, but what do I know? She’ll be one year old in May, or is that seven in dog years? I’ll take her to the beach on her birthday; she’ll like that better than a new collar.
You want unconditional love? Try this, lock your significant other and your dog in the trunk of your car for 20 minutes. When you open the trunk, note which one is glad to see you!
Paul Thompson; Resides in the Philippines, close to Subic Bay. He is married to the wonderful girl named Maria (AKA Mayang). Our to daughters are both grown up and have left the nest, the eldest married to a wonderful guy named Chris, and they have blessed us with our granddaughter Heather Colleen (AKA Ling-ling). Our youngest is living in Singapore, enjoying her life's adventure. I'm a retired Senior Chief from the U.S. Navy after 21 years. Post Navy he lived 7 years in Puerto Rico as a Night Club owner. After Hurricane Hugo told him to find a new line of work, he was hired by Military Sealift Command and went back to sea in Asia as a Merchant Seaman for 10 years. Then after 30 years at sea he buried his anchor in the Philippines residing now in Dinalupihan (or DinBat for short), Roosevelt Bataan where he build his home. And last but not least, anything he writes will be pure "Tongue in Cheek" if anybody is offended, He'll lose no sleep over it, but here's a quick Mea Culpa in advance!