Box

When I was about 3 years old we had a family dog named Box. Aside from the birth of my younger sister, Box is one of my earliest memories in life. He was a small, ugly-faced (sorry for the term) american bull dog. Ugly yet very adorable and sweet according to my mother.  The most striking thing about him was his drooping lips because it made his total appearance looked scary for a 3-year old girl like me.

As far as I can recall, he didn’t do anything but to run around the house the whole day and, of course, eat as much as he wanted. My father used to buy a famous brand of dog snacks for him which he truly loved If there was one word that would best describe him, it would be “hyper.” He couldn’t seem to stay put in one place.

Until one day, he just fell ill and nobody could tell what went wrong. He wouldn’t run like he used to do and won’t even try to stand. I remember my parents were so worried during that time. But before my father was able to take him to a veterinarian, he noticed something in Box’s mouth: there were lots of bubbles and it smelled like Safeguard. It turned out that Box ate the soap in the bathroom  After Box, we had other dogs in the house namely Fujiko, Mojako and Kurimaw.