I know. We are weird. Not us actually. My father, was weird. He named the dog. My brother picked him up at someone’s house when he was a puppy, not more than 4 months, and he asked our father about what should he named him. And my father simply answered; “Bully.” 

Although I know in fact that there’s a reason why he named the puppy “Bully”. Actually, he meant it to be “Buli”, which is the name of his good ol' village in Toraja; where he was raised. But instead of using the literal “Buli”, he spelled it as “B-u-l-l-y-“ to get rid of straight similarity. Not to mention now the meaning is super negative. Lol. 

Eventually, after that random adoption moment, we welcomed Bully into our house. 

In the beginning, Bully was taken care of by my father and younger brother. I didn’t have much time to play or take care of him, because I was in the middle of doing my internship in Siwa and when I was back at home all I do was mostly sleeping. Bully wasn’t the only dog around that time, there is another Siberian Husky dog that used to live in my younger brother’s room (the weather will be too hot for her to stay outside). Meanwhile, little Bully stayed at our garage.

Unfortunately, the Husky didn’t make it long. She passed away due to some sickness. And Bully, still living in our garage until now, is healthy and fit. 

Bully is a white Labrador Retriever (his father is a Labrador, his mum is a Golden Retriever).  He's approximately 1 year and 8 months old now. When I finally finished my internship months ago, I finally have some time to spend with him. It was started with only gentle strokes on his head everytime I came home, and now I am doing all of his things. I feed him, take him to walk every day, bathe him, clean up his pee when we forgot to take him outside… sometimes I even talk to him :D 

There were also some days when I got pissed off and I yelled angrily at him everytime he can’t calm down, or everytime he pulled his dog straps too hard –because it hurts my hand. High-spirited, vivacious, just like any other growing dog. But I think Bully is kinda “normal” for a dog thou, I’ve seen waay more worse behaviors from a dog. Of course he likes to chew, lick, run, etc.. but nothing that I can’t handle. At least he doesn't pee and poop in the garage, and eat whenever we told him too. Of course he's not one of that cleverest dogs around (the ones who can do fancy stuffs and tricks); but I think in general he’s quite okay-mannered(?). Anyhow, dogs can get up to all sorts of mischief you know.. yet we still manage to love them at the end of the day. 

I take Bully for a walk every morning. If I don’t go out, I also take him to walk for bathroom time in the evening. He would wake anyone up anyway, by barking and moaning so someone had to get up and let him outside. Dogs are like people, they need the right amount of food and exercise to be healthy. 

When we walk out, he always want to go to the same route (sometimes it’s very boring). And every time he sees a house with dog, he will run like crazy towards them. Thanks to Bully, I know now every house in our neighborhood that has a dog (or dogs) inside, and sometimes befriended the owners.

One morning, we were walking and suddenly it started to rain. Running home will make us wet from head to toe, so we had no choice but sheltering in a house (and guess what, the owner's got a dog!), we had chit-chats until the rain was kinda slowing down, and they lent me umbrella so we can go home. It was still raining, so we're caught in the rain and Bully still ran happily (I was grumbling).

I myself always thought walking with Bully is my “light” sport. I even consider to wear running shoes everyday so I can burn more calories. :D

It's been a long time thou, since I just appreciate every little things that happens in my daily life. It's been so long since I write something as light as this; just a simple story about me and my dog. I think I am having too much "thinking" lately and pour all my deep thoughts into a writing, somehow it doesn't feel fun anymore. Where was my inner-playfulness?? So, I guess my 2018 goal is to write more often, more spontaneous, and working on more diverse writings.

And every simple, lighthearted story, does have it means as well.