My Wife's Dogs

Chapter 1: Stewie, Snowy, and Gluttony

My wife, before marrying me, had many dogs with her parents. She loves talking about them with me all the time. I also enjoyed hearing about them, and cannot wait to share what I heard from her.

It all started with her very first dog: Stewie.

Back into the past, where my wife spent her childhood within, is a little town called Genoheim. The country that the town was in was poor, and it was a developing country.

At the time, when my wife was still a little girl, her family owned their very first dog: Stewie.

They were not satisfied with this dog.

They thought this dog was too stupid, you know, the type of dog that would eat everything, and shit everywhere.

However, Stewie did have a very attractive feature: he was big.

My wife’s cousin, Lucas, wanted a big dog, and he had already owned a small one, called Snowy.

Snowy was cute, little, and snow-white, a type of dog that would be loved by many girls, but not by a boy.

Lucas had a proposal, that he would exchange Snowy, with Stewie, and my wife agreed.

Lucas soon after, regretted what he had done. He too, thought this big new dog was too stupid.

Lucas then sent Stewie back to my wife. But he then saw how happy my wife was, when she was spending her time with Snowy. He could not rob Snowy back from her, he just couldn’t do it.

So my wife got to keep her cute little Snowy, along with her good old friend, Stewie, free of charge.

Soon later, the town of Genoheim suddenly got flooded by rats, a lot of rats. And there was not a single cat in town.

So the town people, at the time, put out a lot of poisonous raticides, around almost every single corner of the town, in an attempt to eliminate these rats.

Stewie accidentally ate one piece of those raticides, and died from its poisoning.

It was then only Snowy that was left, and she then became the favorite toy for my mother in law. Since the fur of Snowy is snow-white, like a sheet of paper. So my mother in law enjoyed painting Snowy’s fur and claws, with different sets of colors. She felt like an artist, freely expressing her creativity upon Snowy, and this had made her a lot of joy inside her memories.

Time passed on, after years, Snowy died of natural causes, just like people.

My mother in law, then got a new dog, her name was Gluttony.

Gluttony loved to eat, but unlike Stewie, she did not just eat everything, she only eated the best food, like the food meant to be served to humans.

Back in the day, my mother in law would buy some hams at local markets, and keep them in a basket. But when she started to be busy at something else, Gluttony would sneak in, and steal all the hams for food before the family could eat it. She knew my mother might find out, so she did her best not to leave any food debris behind. She would even eat up the plastic that wrapped around the hams, so my mother wouldn't notice a piece of plastic that was thrown somewhere, and it seemed to be opened by the claws and teeth of a dog.

She even eated the fish that was meant to be served to the family.

My wife’s parents weren't rich at the time. The food eaten by Gluttony was a lot of money to the family. So, at some point in time, my mother in law finally got fed up with Gluttony, and she decided to give up this dog to another family.

Chapter 2: Chichi, Ging, and Wendy.

Chichi was a male dog owned by my wife’s aunt. He was a white dog, but with a lot of yellowish macular on it. And he was highly reproductive.

Chichi was the very first yellow-white colored dog in my wife’s town. But soon after he was introduced, a lot of the newly borned dogs, with the same type of color, appeared around the neighborhoods of my wife’s aunt.

And yes, Chichi had a wife, and her name was Ging. And one of their children, Wendy, was given to my wife’s parents as their new pet.

There was not a lot to talk about Wendy, except she was a survivor, and she survived a harsh situation in which I am about to tell you below. Many of the dogs did not survive that.

Since the town of Genoheim was poor, town people did not have advanced air conditioning systems to rely on during the cold winter. Little by little, town people began to turn to coal stoves to keep them warm during winter.

Burning coals, especially indoor, had many disadvantages. One critical issue was the potential of carbon monoxide poisoning. Humans who were aware of this, usually had their windows opened from time to time. But once they went out, locked their doors and windows for safety, while leaving their dogs behind, with the stove still burning, the problems began.

Many dogs during that time, died of carbon monoxide poisoning.

My wife’s aunt had a dog, barely survived this, but was deadly ill. My wife’s cousin put the dog on bed, and covered him with a blanket, so the dog would rest and heal better, but that actually ended up costing the dog’s life. My father in law went there for a visit. He sat on the bed. But since the blanket had covered the dog, my father in law did not see it. So he sat right onto the dog, and so the dog was then dead.

Wendy was the lucky one, to have survived this disaster. Despite all these deaths of dogs, Wendy remained safe and sound, until the end, where she died of natural causes.

Chapter 3: The Legendary Peter

After the death of Wendy, my wife was given a new dog, a son of Chichi and Ging, named Peter. And according to my wife, this dog was a legend.

When the dog was small, there was a ditch near my wife’s family, and there was little water in it. One day, there came a big rainfall, and the waters filled up the entire ditch. Not only that, it also flooded the nearby lands around the ditch. So when you looked at it, you would find a big area with overflow of water. The overflow part was shallow. You could step your foot in, and the water would barely pass your ankles. But if you had been uncareful, you would probably slip right into the ditch, and you could be drawn. And that was what happened to Peter.

After the big rain, Peter was playing around the area where the ditch was overflooded. At first, he thought it was fun, because the water level was low. He had a really fun time of stepping over the splashes, and running while swimming at the same time. But then he got caught by the ditch. He slipped right into it, and drowned. He fought over the waters hard. After a huge struggle, and a long while of nose drinking water, Peter finally made it out on his own, alive.

After Peter made out, he was all wet. And soon after he made his way back home, he got sick. My father in law gave Peter some pill that a human would take when they have fever. After a few days of resting in carpets, Peter was finally back to being frolic and happy again.

When Peter was seven years old, the ditch was already filled, and there was a road built upon the place, where the ditch once was.

One day, Peter was walking past this road, and he was run over by a car.

Peter was then just lying there, and did not seem to move at all.

He was then carried back to my wife’s family, and carefully checked if there were any signs of life, and there seemed to be none.

My father in law, then took out a plastic bag, and a shovel, and took Peter to the burial site, to have him buried. Once my father began to dig, He saw Peter’s body start to move. My father in law was surprised, and could not believe what he just saw. My father then put down the shovel and walked close to Peter, he gently caressed him, with tears running out of his eyes.

“Peter, Peter!” My father said, “I cannot believe it, you are still alive! Be strong, I will take you home now, OK? You will be fine, just stay strong. You will be healthy again, I promise.”

After those words, my father carefully carried Peter back home.

Peter was then once again, resting under the carpet, and taking some pill that was given by my father in law.

And yes, after days of recovering, Peter was back to normal, again.

Well, not so “normal” actually, Peter was becoming different. He seemed to be “upgraded”. He gained certain psychic, and special abilities. Also his intelligence seemed to be boosted, that he began to live like a human being, just as other family members of the house.

One of the psychic abilities he gained was far hearing. He was able to hear that someone would be coming to the house, while that person was still one or two blocks away. He would then yip, run around, and when family members saw that, they would know someone would be coming to the house soon after.

He also gained the ability to catch mice, just like cats do. So the family members no longer had to worry about the mice running around while eating up their food reserves. And they did not own any cats at that time.

He also liked to follow my mother in law, while she was shopping around the local markets, unleashed.

After a few years, my wife’s parents became busy making a living. That they did not even have the time to take care of Peter and feed him anymore. So Peter was on his own, to find food.

At the time, he would everyday, cross the road where he was once run over, so he could get to my wife’s aunt’s house, and knock on their doors, to beg for food.

Day after day, Peter was getting used to being a guest of my aunt. Eventually, he would like to stay in my aunt’s home, rather than going back. My wife’s parents were very busy at the time, so they did not even care about that either.

As time went on, Peter would often prefer to live at my aunt’s for most of the time, because he could easily get food and care.

However, he would always come back to my wife’s home for a stay, on every statutory holiday, and no one had ever told him to do this.

There was one time, my wife’s father went angry about life, and he took it onto Peter. My father pointed at Peter, and yelled at him for a while. Peter just stood there, he felt ashamed and sorry. Afterwards, Peter walked out of the house, and never came back, ever.

Chapter 4: Haia

After the disappearance of Peter, and years of struggle on making a living, my wife’s parents were finally back on track again. They once again had stable jobs and income. While living a good life, they began to miss the life they spent with their pets. So they decided to get a new one.

One day, my wife went back to her parent’s hometown with her family. And from her hometown, she was given a new dog, and her name was Haia.

My wife brought Haia back to her house, a few months later, they were also given a cat from my wife’s aunt. And her name was Mia.

Haia and Mia lived side by side with perfect harmony, they had never fought against each other.

Everytime a person came in and out of my wife’s yard, there were limited opportunities for Haia to slip into, or get out of the yard, so she could go out and play or come back.

Everytime someone left the house through the door on the yard, Haia would quickly sneak through the door, and she would stand in front of the door firmly, like a soldier on duty. She would then look left and right, to check for any danger. After the person was left, Haia would not just come back, she would take this opportunity just running away and play outside freely for a while.

For a dog to get out of the house and play on the outside, a person had to open the door in the yard. But for the cat, Mia could go out at any time she wanted.

That was because there was a jujube tree in my wife’s yard. The cat could climb up the tree, and from the tree branches, Mia would then have to take a risk, by jumping from the tree branch to the top of the wall of the yard. Mia would be very afraid of this jump every time she tried to get out, or come back in. Every time Mia would spend minutes to prepare her for the jump by staring at the tree, lowering her body, while rising and putting down her claws. The fear of falling from the jump did not stop her from going out every single day. And she did the jump perfectly every single time.

Because of the advantage of being able to get out freely any time she wants, in the later stages of Mia life, Mia had plenty of chances of mating with other cats, this made her very reproductive. Mia had many many children. Literally dozens of them.

For a very long time, Haia did not have a single child on her own. There were other male dogs going after her, but she did not like any of them.

It could be a blessing from a certain perspective. Because my wife’s family could not support so many of those newborn kittens, my mother in law had to use her social connections to give Mia’s children to her other friends. When this happened, Mia would come back home, she would notice one or more of her children went missing. She would then check here and there, while being sad and confused for days or weeks, before she could finally let it go and move on.

Along with avoiding any separation between her and her own children, Haia would also skip a lot of lessons as a parent that Mia had learned.

Mia would give birth to a group of five to six kittens each time when she was in labor.

For her first group of kittens, Mia did not care for her child at all. She did not even care whether her kittens were hungry or not.

For the second group, she would find food to feed her children.

For the third group of newborn kittens, she would teach them how to get out of the house. But she did not teach them how to jump from the tree branch, because she thought that was too dangerous for her children. Instead, there was a new ladder being put up against the wall that was not there before. Mia would then lead her kitten, step by step, climbing up the ladder, to the top of the wall. But Mia did not show her kitten how to climb from the wall back to the ladder. So there was a time, when one of Mia’s kittens, Wawa, was coming back home after playing around. But she did not know how to get into the ground of the yard from the top of the walls. Wawa running at the top of the wall, while screaming.

My father in law then stepped into the yard, and laughed at Wawa, “You are a supergirl, aren’t you? Capable of flying out of the yard? Why don’t you just fly right back in now? Hello?”

Wawa’s mother, Mia, was not at home during that moment. So Wawa was on her own. She was so scared, running out of options, and did not know what to do. So she did one thing at least, that is to jump directly from the top of the wall, to the hard ground of the yard. And she broke her foot. But after days of recovering, she did come back to normal again. After the injury of Wawa, Mia then had never taught any of her future kittens on how to get out of the yard again.

For the fourth group of Mia’s newborns, Mia was able to steal food from the family without my mother-in-law’s permission, just to keep her children out of hunger.

Mia did have a son growing up with her, and his name was Tiger. They were happy together when Tiger was small, but when Tiger grew up, Mia had lost her patience over him. When Tiger tried to play with Mia, Mia would get very angry, and hit Tiger with her claws. Very often, Tiger would be very sad, and hide around the corners. But there were a few moments, where Tiger was so angry, and had to fight Mia back, and this had caused a lot of heart breaking moments. However, after spotting Mia and Tiger just could not get along with each other, my father in law took Tiger away, and gave Tiger to one of his colleagues.

And Haia had skipped those disasters also, while observing her best friend Mia, going through all these ups and downs.

Haia was never jealous of Mia having so many children. They never fought or turned up against each other, ever. In fact, they were always very very close.

When the winter came, even inside the room got so cold. Mia would lay down onto Haia’s body when they were sleeping or resting. So they could warm each other up on the cold floors, with their hot body temperatures.

Haia loved to eat peanuts. And she was able to peel off the shell, and eat only the kernel.

Many years later, when Haia became a very old dog, she finally had one child. Her newborn was very frail, and almost died because of breathing problems. My wife saved her child’s life, by patting on her child’s back, and whatever that was blocking the child’s throat, was spouted out, and Haia’s child was saved.

In the end of Haia’s days, she enjoyed laying around the yard, and watching birds, such as a barn owl, fly by.

Chapter 5: Peroration

And that is it, all the stories I have heard from my wife, about her dogs and pets. She enjoyed and missed them so much that she would like to get a new one with me. We are looking at our pet adoption options. Once we get our new dog, and have new great stories to share, I will write it up, and you guys will be the first to know, I promise.