My Indonesian housemate got a dog. Seriously. In our apartment. Like our place isn't messy enough already.



Imagine adding a dog to that?! And that's only the living room.

Anyway, to cut a long story short, I wasn't around when she suddenly decided she wanted a dog, and even though my other housemate wasn't too keen on the idea, he didn't exactly say no.

Bad idea.

Say hi to our RM1200 Silky Terrier with a difficult-to-pronounce-and-remember Indonesian name.



Yes, she's cute. And yes, she did cost a friggin' RM1200. C'mon, spending that kind of money on a pet? With RM1200, I could have bought an original copy of Mac OSX Leopard, a Walter Grabner custom handmade mouthpiece for my clarinet, enough mineral water for the whole month, and still have enough to ta pau kolok mee when I go back to Kuching for Chinese New Year.

Sadly, that isn't even the worst part.

It would be alright if she took proper care of it. Thing is, most of the day she's out with her boyfriend, so she leaves it alone at home.



In a cage.

And when they come home late at night, the poor pup is almost desperate to get out. So, they let her out, play with her for five minutes, then put her back in.



Guess who lets her out during the day when she's whining and barking away, lonely and in need of TLC?



As I'm writing this I'm sitting in the living room keeping an eye on her as she runs around the house with our slippers, socks and her toys, occasionally getting up to play catch with her or chase her out of the bathroom. Man, she is one very hyper puppy. And it's 1am.



My other housemate tirelessly cleans up her poop and keeps her company as well. He even watered down her biscuits when she was still teething so that it would be easier for her to eat. And for goodness sake, she's not even our dog. I'm not exactly fond of dogs either, I'm a cat person. Still, she is adorable and so helpless once she's caged up. But why get a dog when you're not responsible enough to look after it?



Poor thing.