Driving Your Own Life


A Letter To My Dog

 my four legged friend
who’s wired and wild to see me
than anyone else

Dear Madie,

I remember the first day when I went to the pet shop to look for a comrade. You were in the middle together with your two brothers. You were the only one who didn’t bark at all that’s why I have chosen you. You are expensive that almost emptied my pocket but, I know from the start that you are a good dog.

You were three months old then when I got you. Too confused and nervous. The moment we arrived at the house, you immediately urinated yourself. It is indeed a sign of anxiousness. You stayed in one corner that I have to call you to tell you that “everything will be alright and that you can rely on me from now on.” After getting used to your environment, you begun to destroy a lot of slippers and even your bed and comforters. But, don’t worry, I wasn’t mad at you because I realized, attention and a lot of exercises is the only one you need to stop you from destroying things.



You and I are travel buddies; you never gave me a headache every time we go out together. Well, you are a bit playful and reaching out to every dog that we are passing through, but I understand.

Now look at you, you are now six years old. You may have different personality compared to other dogs because you only bark when you see dogs but not with humans. Still, I want to thank you for being such a beautiful dog and companion when most of the times it’s just me and my shadow.

How I wish, I can walk you unleash without barking to dogs that we see while walking. I know, you are looking for playmates, wait until we get our place. I will get you a partner in life and live bounteously.

Happy birthday, I hope you will live longer, away from sickness. Four more years is acceptable but of course more joyful if longer than I expected.