<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001090</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:11:32.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Dog's Saddest Diary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littledogsaddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001090/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littledogsaddiary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Weena Sawangsuk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08149469526523646961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11001090.post-110906050717638368</id><published>2005-02-22T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T01:53:22.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Little Dog's Saddest Diary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11 November 2001: &lt;em&gt;Love at First Sight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was today that my diary started. I went to Khon Kean to look for a puppy at Fairy. I had seen him already, a little puppy, "Pug" breed, 45 day-old, light brown, black wrinkle face, and rolling tail. Five thousands bath seemed to be too expensive for one little puppy, but I could not stand to see him being in that cruel cage and looking at me while I walked out that petshop. Of course, I bought him, and gave him name "OTTO" following a name of hero in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;12 November 2001: &lt;em&gt;New Family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both, I and my puppy, were at Mahasarakham. I felt like we were truly family that I was a mother, and Otto was my son. I knew that to feed one pet was very hard responsibility, but I delighted to do that. It is my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;March 2002: &lt;em&gt;Three Giant Cruelest Rottweiler&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an unforgetable morning. I let my dog out to urinate, at once three giant rottweiler ran to him, sniffed, and immidiately jumped and bited him. I screamed with fear while Otto was moaning because of suffering from pain. The owner of those dogs came and pulled them out. I huged my dog, could do nothing, except cried and cried with extreme anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;March 2003: &lt;em&gt;Three months at Udonthani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to stay at my home town, Udonthani, in summer for three months, so I prefered to bring my dearest dog together. Wespent a time there happily, we went to the park every evening. Otto seemed to be very happy and joyful. There was no signal to tell that our nice time was going to run out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;21 May 2003: &lt;em&gt;Bad Presentiment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I packed my bag and belongings already, then I went to say good bye to my mother, finally my mom hugged my dog (which is what she never did before) and said to the dog “you don’t have to go, just stay here.” I answerd that “he could not stay here, we had to go now” my father asked the dog that “will you come back again?” I answered that “we won’t come again.” My word became true; Otto had no chance to go there eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;23 May, 2003: &lt;em&gt;A Murderous Pet Shop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Mahasarakham, but I forgot my belongings at Khan Kean, so I had to go there. However, I didn’t want to leave Otto alone at dormitory, so I decided to leave him at pet shop just for 5-6 hours. I told the boy, who looked after the shop that I will come back to pick my dog up as soon as I came back. I said good bye to Otto while I was walking out off the shop, I turned back to look at him. I saw him looking at me too. At that moment, I felt strange like I should not go, but I thought easily that everything was going to be fine. I never think that it would be the last time that I could see my dog, my beloved son, alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.30 p.m., I went back to the petshop 30 minutes early, but it was close without any sigh to tell me something, and I couldn’t see my dog also. I tried to think in positive wayand rode motorbike to go to look at the petshop every 30 minutes, but it was still close until I gave up at 10 p.m. to wait for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;24 May, 2003: &lt;em&gt;Unknown Reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up very early and went to the pet shop again. There, I found one paper to tell me that “the owner of pug dog please calls 09-XXX-XXXX”. I called that number immediately. He (the boy at petshop) told me such a word that I didn’t want to hear and that was “your dog is died.” I shocked and cried. I went there to see my dog’s dead body rapidly. I was looking at my beloved dog, but I couldn’t believe that he wouldn’t get up again. It looked like he was sleeping, but it was sleep without getting up. I asked why my dog died, but he could not tell at all. He just said that he went to the bathroom to take a bath, then when he saw my dog again he was died in the cage already. However, from my notice in that petshop had many bottles of wiskey and beer. Let me guessed, he may drunk and let my dog drank it too, but nobody knew the truth, except him, a cruel boy. At that moment, I was extremely angry as I could kill him, but my sorrow to my beloved dog was more, so I called the police to ask whay I can do in this case. The police told me that he had to repaid for the dog hoever this case was a civil court case, not a criminal court case, so the police had no right to arrest him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Such a Bad Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He accepted to repay 6,000 bath, but he begged topay by installment 1,500 bath in each month for four months. On month later, there was no any money sent to me, no any contract, no even his shadow. His mobile phone was close all time. I had to make my heart for a while to forgive him and give up thinking about his evil behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You Are Still in My Deepest Beautiful Memory Forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I still remember everthing and cry every time...&lt;br /&gt;....Every time I see his toys and bones.&lt;br /&gt;....Every time I look at our picture.&lt;br /&gt;....Every time I listen to the music “Tear in Heaven”.&lt;br /&gt;....Every time I think of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss him...&lt;br /&gt;....Everyday my life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;....Every morning I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;....Every minute my body can move.&lt;br /&gt;....Every second I still breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tomorow:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Every step of my life will still have you beside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We will step forward together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Although you cannot stand beside me truly, you are always in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You will always be my insporation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No one can instread of you forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11001090-110906050717638368?l=littledogsaddiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littledogsaddiary.blogspot.com/feeds/110906050717638368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11001090&amp;postID=110906050717638368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001090/posts/default/110906050717638368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11001090/posts/default/110906050717638368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littledogsaddiary.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-little-dogs-saddest-diary-11.html' title=''/><author><name>Weena Sawangsuk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08149469526523646961</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
