I am that dog first named Gallda Black Bryony in NSW, Australia. I am that dog who came over in a plane to Singapore. I am that dog who used to live in a big house in Bukit Timah. I am that dog whose owner didn’t take care of me. I am that dog the maid took care. I am that dog who had only short walks around the neighbourhood with the maid. I am that dog who got angry that everyone ignored me. I am that dog who bit the old woman in the house when she attempted to hit the maid. I am that dog who was loyal to the maid.

I am that dog who got sent to the shelter. I am the dog that they abandoned despite of promises to come and visit and pay for my boarding. I am that dog that tried to bite every male that i met. I am that dog Bill’s owner attempted to adopt. I am that dog who almost turned Bill’s owner into a BC hater.
I am that dog who hates brown dogs. I am that dog whom no one visited. I am that dog who everyone thought was un-adoptable. I am that dog that Katherine and Hazel doted on.
I am that dog that S saw after she wanted to adopt a silky terrier. I am that dog that S almost couldn’t adopt. I am that dog whom a few few re-homers had to convince the shelter owner that i was ready to be adopted. I am that dog who S came back, twice in the same day to convince the shelter that she was serious about bringing me home.

I am that dog who spent almost 1.5 years of my life in the shelter. I am that dog who got adopted by S on Children’s Day 2005, 2 days before my fourth birthday. I am that dog who got a going-away a party. I am that dog who caused Hazel and Wendy to cry when I left the shelter.
I am that dog whom the vet gave a heart-worm injection despite wanting to be on pills. I am that dog who donated blood to help one collie. I am that dog whom jeanie contacted when she needed a blood transfusion.. but i wasn’t able to donate then. I am that dog who attempted to donate blood to a dachshund mix but didn’t cos my blood was not compatible. I am that dog who hates needles.
I am that dog who didn’t urine or defecate for days after going to my new home. I am that dog who got S really worried and had her calling up her friends and checking. I am that dog who will only do my business when I am comfortable. I am that dog who will not defecate when S is away. I am that dog who failed toilet training 101 when i licked the pee medicine on the newspaper. I am that dog who sleeps in the toilet in the afternoons and gets locks in there when it is windy. I am that dog who will awake S up in the middle of the night to bring me out if I need to use the toilet.
I am that dog who goes out of the room when S’s dad barked and went “Arf, arf.” I thought that he told me ,”Out, out”. I am that dog who snuggles in S’s bed 10 minutes before her alarm clock rings to sleep in with her before she wakes up. I am that dog who climbs on to the bed of S’s parents every morning to lick them awake.
I am that dog who jumped into the private swimming pool of S’s best friend. I am that dog whom was said to hate swimming. I am that dog who loves swimming. I am that dog who jumped into a slimey pond and stained my white fur yellow. I am that dog who was so smelly from the swim in the slime pond that I had to be sent to the groomers and washed twice to get the smell off. I am that dog who jumped into the pond in the Botanical Gardens. I am that dog who almost got stuck in the weeds and lotus plants. I am that dog who S almost jumped in to rescue after I got tangled up. I am that dog who took 10 minutes just to swim 3 metres to get to the edge of the pond and still wants to jump into that pond or any pool of water I see… even mud holes.

I am that dog who loves going out in car rides and also take part in activities from hikes to runs, hashes to agility classes. I am that dog who will not take part in these activities if S is not with me. I am that dog who still learns new tricks. However, I am that dog who cannot go for search and rescue training because I do not bark.
I am that dog who absolutely hates motorcycles and will go into a barking frenzy when one comes too near to me or the car. I am that dog who broke the windscreen of S’s dad car.

I am that dog whom S loves to dress up.. from surfer girl’s tee (even though i’m a boy) to batman suit.

I am that dog who needs his personal space. Let me have my space and I’d be ok. I am that dog who doesn’t like getting his butt groomed (by humans) and sniffed (by both humans and dogs!
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I am that dog who started a blog to keep everyone updated on my activities. I am that dog who will bug S when she is using the computer when she should be playing with me. And I am that dog who loves being loved and having a home.
edit: I’m tagging
Abby,
Luna,
Suria,
Humpfrey, Hump’s meme: http://youpos.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-that-dog-who-are-you-meme.html
Winky,
Ah Chai,
Milo,
Leo,
Russell,
Westerveld
Walylah
Write your own meme and tell me about it!!
August 9, 2006 at 12:09 am
Whoa!! What did you do to the windscreen of S’s dad car? And you should bark at S when dressed you in surfer girl’s tee and the long ears!
August 9, 2006 at 12:14 am
oh kingsley!!!! love this meme totally got me really emo reading this. i’m so glad you gave him a home. really feel like huggling him now, but only if he allows!
i hope kings doesn’t hate chester because he’s half brown (sometimes totally brown if he decides he wants a mud spa treatment).
oh, and did kingsley try to donate blood to jack the collie? cos chester did too….haven’t heard about jack since he left the hospital…any news of him?
August 9, 2006 at 12:31 am
OUr border won’t go swimming…
August 9, 2006 at 3:55 am
Hey Kingsley,
You are a cool dog and so lucky that S. got you. My people work with Great Lakes Border Collie Rescue and they see dogs like you a lot (they even brought one home one time and called her Tansy and she got to become our forever friend). Border Collies aren’t for everybody, but they’re for everybody like your S.
Pip
August 9, 2006 at 11:52 pm
Hi all,
thanks for reading.. it was a bit tough writing this.
And I’m really lucky to be adopted. I guess it was fated. If S had decided that she wanted a dog much earlier.. i wouldn’t have been adopted and such.
Uncle I: ermm.. you could say that i am a headstrong doggie!
manniqueen:
i’m alot better with brown dogs now… as long as chester doesn’t smell my butt.. i should be ok. Oh.. you donated blood to Jack too? Ermm.. he didn’t make it.. he passed away a couple of days after he left the hospital. He did get to spend CNY with his family though. It was kinda sad.
August 10, 2006 at 10:52 am
oh…jack
yeah i brought chester down for cross-matching but didn’t work out as well
i think i met suria there too, if i remembered correctly.
do you know jack’s owners personally? if you do, tell them shannon sends her regards. they were one of the loveliest dog owners i know…
August 10, 2006 at 2:57 pm
So touching.. Your loving family did not come easy. Appreciate and love them as much as they love you!
August 19, 2006 at 2:22 am
Dear Kingsly,
I’m so happy for you that you’ve found a place for yourself in someone’s life. To be loved and to give love. To have the magic of joy when the both of you are together. I almost had a chance to adopt you, but I know now that we weren’t fated to be together. And as it turns out, two different lives are touched with love and joy. Yours with S. And Bill with I.
August 22, 2006 at 6:23 pm
funny how things turn out right? Sometimes it just works out for the best!!
September 25, 2006 at 2:31 am
I am a BC much like you. Aren’t we lucky?
November 6, 2006 at 6:22 am
We are quite happy to see you are doing well, Kingsley. You remind us of our dear old friend who has since passed on.
December 26, 2006 at 11:15 pm
[...] Previously, i wrote about how Search and Rescue didn’t really accept me cos i didn’t and wouldn’t bark at anything else besides motorbikes and seabreeze oil. The funniest was when S’s dad wanted me to bark so he went “Arf! Arf!” I mistook it as “OUT! OUT!” and left the room. [...]
January 14, 2007 at 1:36 pm
Wow, I cant believe you jump into the pond of Botanical Gardens. That is just way too cool =)
May 17, 2007 at 2:12 am
i like monkeys
June 28, 2007 at 7:39 pm
[...] 2. Your age when came to live with your people? 4 yrs old to the date! Read about it here [...]
August 25, 2007 at 11:52 pm
[...] i wrote about how Search and Rescue didn’t really accept me cos i didn’t and wouldn’t bark at anything else besides motorbikes and seabreeze oil. [...]
August 10, 2009 at 12:04 am
Now i really really want to get a dog of my own.
August 10, 2009 at 1:31 am
My last dog got ran over by a car and idk why but this post made me think of her :\