Random Thoughts by Pauline

December 26  2014,  Friday 

You are the one!

Then came a call in November. It was a friend saying that she had a friend who couldn't afford a helper anymore now that she had lost her job. That brought us our new helper Mharscod.

 

We interviewed Mharscod and were happy to know that she had looked after a dog before. That was the experience in a helper we had been looking for. So we didn't ask too much and started the whole process of signing her. Mharscod's contract was terminated for financial reason and so the time needed for processing the papers would be shorter. Still it took one whole month.

 

Finally, Mharscod arrived. The moment we feared came.

 

"How long would Bean Bean bark at Mharscod before he stops?"

It was not long at all. He barked when he sighted the stranger. But almost immediately he stopped barking to walk round her sniffing her hard. Then he started wagging the tail!

 

It was like miracle - Bean Bean likes Mharscod! We are saved. Now we can take trips!

 

In less than 24 hours, Mharscod was takng selfies with Bean Bean.

 

Random Thoughts by Pauline

December 25  2014,  Thursday

 

Waiting for the one!

Bean Bean, my dog for 13 years had been left at home by himself (sorry, itself) for close to 17 months  since the last helper Daisy left. It must have been very miserable for him because Daisy had been taking care of him since he joined our family in 2001. In frustration, this good boy who goes to the cage for wee-wee would urinate on the floor if we returned home past midnight!

Bean Bean is very dutiful. He barks at the slightest noise he hears and the smallest dust flying in the air. Whenever any "strangers" like the delivery men or repair men are in the apartment,  he would bark from the moment they step in to the minute they step out.

We had been trying hard to hire a new helper. Not to say these days the demand for helpers far exceeds the supply, the mere mentioning of a four-legged baby is putting off many potential helpers!

So every day Bean Bean stayed in his bed with eyes on the door waiting for us to be back. He grew so tired waiting that when I did open the door, he would merely give me a look skipping the formality of getting up or wagging the tail. He did not even bother to bark.