WriLoLo: The story of Poopy le Pooch

This is the story of Poopy le Pooch. As you might guess and probably feel a little bit sorry for the rather cute but somewhat gross name, Poopy is a pooch, i.e. a puppy. And he was a very poopy one at that, hence the name. He's a sad looking little fella, really mangy with wrinkly skin, lost a lot of fur except a strip of fur down his back, and he was shivering with fear the first day my mum picked it up and brought him home.

This is Poopy le Pooch on the first day my mum found him.

My mum decided to name him Pooch, but I call the sad looking pup Poopy coz' not only do I enjoy giving dogs unusual names, but it's a cute play on words that he's a puppy and also pooped a lot on the first couple of days we had him. And that poop was no joke. I mean he was literally spraying brown watery poo all over the floor forming little puddles of brown stuff on my parent's condo's floor that probably needs a dozen mopping sessions with Dettol to remove all the germs. And every time he pooped, he let out a little moan. You know that moan you make when you're having a tough time doing the number 2 in the washroom? Yeah, that kind of moan. The vet told my mum that he has mange, so he's been confined to an unused bedroom in my parent's condo which used to be my room. And I can tell you the first day he pooped in there, you practically had to wear an oxygen mask to avoid fainting from the smell. And this is coming from me who has a poor sense of smell!

So the story of how he was found, according to my mum who is these days becoming a puppy rescuing vigilante recently (she was not always like this, and I'm putting it down to some form of empty nest syndrome), was that one night she was at my office area which is also nearby her condo, feeding some adult dogs which I also regularly feed together with my German boss who also loves dogs, when she drove around and heard some yelping noises. So she stopped and looked around for source, and found this little fella stuck in a barrel that was closed at both ends so he couldn't come out. Her deduction was that someone and tossed it in there and left it to die.

The next day, I went to the location where the puppy was picked up, and realized that the barrel wasn't really a barrel but a big concrete cylinder purposely at both ends.

And there was food and milk in the cylinder.

But the food wasn't exactly the best thing to feed a young pup, considering it was full of fish bones (which can choke an adult dog, let alone a puppy!), rice with sauce (salty food = not good for dogs), and overrun with ants, in addition to what look like curdled HL milk (cow's milk is also bad for dogs, by the way).

In addition to that, of course, the cylinder itself was dirty and stained with Poopy's extremely yucky poo. So while clearly the pup wasn't exactly left there to die, it was being kept under really poor conditions by someone who didn't have a clue about how to take proper care of a puppy, or maybe didn't have the means to take proper care of it.

It's therefore quite fortunate for Poopy that my mum rescued him from that dastardly place, and after a visit to the vet, little Poopy got a round of deworming, mange medication, and diarrhea medicine. Which is great coz' now my former room doesn't stink anymore, and after a few days at my parent's place, Poopy is no longer scared, and is in fact being an extremely playful puppy trying to chew everything in sight, including our fingers. He likes trying to wave or high five us with his tiny paws. And he also really likes sleeping in a little basket he found at home, which turned into his bed. He even tried humping my knee while I was sitting on the floor to play with him. I didn't know they started that fast....

So my mum is only keeping him until he's healed from the mange and looking better, but since she already has two other dogs (one is our psychotic Shih Tzu and another very recently adopted stray pup which will definitely get too big for the condo, so I'm not really quite sure what she's doing), she can't keep him forever.

Therefore we are hoping for someone to book him for adoption once he's all better, and give Poopy le Pooch a lovely place to live in after his rather traumatizing start in life. You could also save him from having a really terrible name, and give him a nicer name. :-)