My doggie also known as Oga

I've been so busy since last week, and today I've really had problems coming up with things to blog about. I guess I am not in my right blog-mood. Every thing I wanted to blog about is so serious, so since I don't want my loyal readers to grow tired from sinister subjects I decided to get on a lighter note today.

Anyways, check out my dog:


This is him on my bedside begging for me to wake up in the morning.
I was inspired my Sting's post on her dog and how Mr Lenie looked unhappy with his new hair-do. My dog doesn't have long fur so I don't need to shave him. Other than that he is a really peculiar creature I tell you. I've had dogs before but this guy is special. I picked him up on the street outside of Abuja - he was in really bad shape. A very cute ball of fur, but in very bad shape. He was way too young to have been separated from his mother and his ears were black - full of ticks. My sis who is a vet warned me that he would probably die - but somehow he didn't!

This is his little monkeypuppyass when he was in Nigeria. Real bony guy.

Look at Oga now!

He is a very perceptive dog and always in need of some TLC. So If I am trying to have a rest lying down on the sofa, he always comes to lie down on the floor in the corner of the sofa and puts his head up on the pillow with piercing eyes looking like a sad doggy begging for love. Harsh!
Now, sometimes, he is not in control of his gases and lets out a recognizable odour. If I as much as wave my hand in front of my nose or say "haaayyyy" , the guy violently wakes up and reverses with his four legs between the sofa and the coffeetable with an awkward shamed look on his face. It's not easy reversing when you have four legs. He then retreats to his real bed under the other table, folds his tail around his body as he lies down again and with a frustrated look, probably due to his inability to be close to his master (me or hubby).

Water. My other dog who is living with my parents is a lab and loves water. In fact, you can't keep her away from it. Whenever she sees the tiniest pond she has to run around and splash in it. The wetter the better.
But this guy will tip-toe around every little rainpond on the ground making sure he doesn't get his toes wet. I used to think he might be gay since he's behaves like a girl with an expensive manicure.
Now imagine the wahala every time he needs a wash. I think he suffers from anxiety when it comes to water due to how many scrubbings he had to endure as a youngster in Nigeria-full-of-ticks. The only good thing about living in a cold country is the lack of ticks. If you own a pet that is.
Hubby had to scrub him inside out including the inner part of his pink ears. Hubby is the only person capable of washing him. The crazy thing is that oga KNOWS when we are scheming to wash him. He is always craving attention, so whenever anyone calls his name, he will shortly make himself present.
But when hubby calls his name and also removes his jeans at the same time, calls him with a soft sweet voice, he knows something's up. Wherever he is, he will quickly retreat to his space under the table and pretend to be asleep, looking at me in the corner of one eye pretending he's not looking. I swear. I should like, film it to prove what I am saying is true.
Now the more hubby calls out, the more uncomfortable Zico gets (that's his real name) because he feels morally obliged to obey any order coming from the ultimate head of the house. Yet he can't seem to gain enough strength to get up on his legs and go to the shower. When hubby then comes to the room to physically get him, he runs to the other room and curls his body up in an awkward position looking like a question mark. "Are you really going to get me?"
It ends up we have to put the colar on him and drag him in. Hubby closes the door.

Now when he opens the door 20 minutes later, out storms an over-ecstatic-bundle of energy.
For the next 20 minutes he'll be propelling around the house like rotor blade high on Gatorade or something. Europhoric for the fact he survived such a life-threatening ordeal yet again! Oga is thankful for the small things in life.

P. S Update on other blog is coming soon.