每逢出街，我總是最多人望，最多人覺得可愛的小綿羊。尤於我體型細小又不會在街上吠，而且有一個愛冒險和犯規的主人，相比好多香港的狗同伴，我去過的地方實在算不少。
我家住在一個插畫師的海邊工作室，家裹還有一個百厭的貓弟弟。工作室樓下便有大公園和草地，雖然我體型細小，但媽媽說都要每天出街行的，也要上狗兒的課，讓我可以用用腦。
晚上散步後會一起去百佳買東西。百佳的冰櫃總是好冷，別的狗朋友都在外邊等，只有我可以一起進去買嘢食。
逢星期日我們會坐船往南丫島去跟來香港遊玩的人去行山，是一個慈善活動，而我則會在海灘上等我的貓小姐回來（雖然我是一隻狗，但我媽媽是貓小姐）在沙灘上還有另一隻狗兒都是只有三隻腳的。
坐巴士、坐地鐵都是我的日常；每周我們都會去金鐘食沙律，也去過酒店、連卡佛那些冷氣好凍的地方。街上的人都會好不避嫌地大叫，嘩好可愛啊，我就會微笑一下。（尤於我沒有牙，其實是長期在微笑的）
有一次跟貓媽媽的義工朋友們在IFC 千両開會，我坐在媽媽身邊，過了個多小時坐在對面卡坐的義工朋友們都不知道我一直都在這裏。
貓中心也是我經常出沒的地方，那裏有好多貓的啊。我的人類經常要睇醫生，現在我每次都會跟她一起去見醫生的。
其中大天使丘醫生好怕動物，但竟然抱住我說我乖和可愛。
連最驚狗兒的人類都不怕我。有時在街邊喝咖啡，老人家經過都嚷着要抱我，然後說起自己以前養過的狗。
貓小姐會帶我跟朋友們吃午餐，好像明慧，她說見到我之後令上班的日子開心了。
每隔一個星期三我們去做物理治療，好像人類做gym 一樣，訓練肌肉。又會做瑜伽。
但也試過有人在巴上指着我用粗口罵，也有人說「佢咁老都就快死㗎啦」
我叫Rosie，是一隻年約五至九歲的迷你Poodle，因為貓媽媽總是抱我在揹帶中，而我身型又細小，路過的人總以為我是一隻被寵壞的狗嬰兒。其實我是一隻只有一隻腳是正常而且沒有牙的小狗。
當年紀還小時，我全心以為來到世上便會成為有人家的掌上名珠了。狗天使們都這樣說，「你又細隻，又可愛，又是純種狗。沒有問題的喇，香港那裹的人都愛小狗」
於是我便滿心歡喜的在鬧市中的狗店裏等了又等，等了好多個月，身邊的兄妹都被買了，剩下我一人。
那是一個好多好多小籠的地方，一個小貨櫃中，有四五十隻狗吠着歡迎我。但那歡迎的聲音在之後八年都沒有停過，不止這樣，我們總是食無定時，有時很冷有時又濕又熱。最慘的是每天都在滿滿臭氣的環境中生活。一年三百六十五日都沒有人來認真清清我們籠中的冀便，於是好多狗兒滿身都是屎尿，有些狗兒腿上的毛都被尿酸弄壞了。
像我的腳掌也因為長期站在籠內而變紅變腫了。
有時人類會把我們跟別的狗兒放在一個又逼又細的籠裹，有時我被別的狗打和咬，弄得滿身痕癢。在這些日子中，我也生過好多狗BB，他們都被拿到我以前住的寵物店去賣。
住在小籠裹使我們的身體都變壞了，每天都很累，又濕又熱，牙齒很痛，而且沒有力氣。
有天發生了一件可怕的事，痛得眼前一黑，當我醒來時前腳很痛很痛，斷了，之後數月我都在痛楚中渡過，為了止痛我只好不斷睡覺。
年復一年的可怕生活，讓我對生命失去了希望。
又過了好多好多日，有天我跟好多其他狗兒被拿往一輪車上。也許我太老了，牙齒都掉在口嘴邊、腳也痛、耳朵也塞了，可能我再沒有用了，於是天使來拉我們離去，我的一生就這樣完了。
當一程搖晃時光隧道後，我到達一個光明的地方，那裹也有好多狗兒，我被穿着白衣袍的人按着檢驗，一覺醒來後，掛在口邊的牙在也被剥了，正式成為一個無牙妹。也猜不透究竟是發生什麼事。
後來才知道這個地方是一個動物領養中心，每天都有好多人類來抱抱我們。
我跟小牧kimberly, 小綿羊kimber, 小約瑟，兩隻可愛的松鼠狗等等住在同一個開放空間中。其實她們也好惡，不過人們都覺得她們好漂亮，而我，因為跑得慢又沒有牙，於是便只躲在一角裹。大多數領養人都爭住抱松鼠狗，只有好小人看見我的存在。
貓小姐在領養日抱着我，個個都讚我可愛，說要領養我，但看見我的腳就嚇壞了。
最後，當然由貓小姐接了我回家。
雖然我只有三隻用得着的腳，但比好多四腳孩子可能去得更多地方。
We walk pass many black and white men and women rushing pass Central everyday, these straight face people would suddenly go all excited, screaming "oh it's an adorable dog" at me.
My hooman is adventurous and non-conforming, perhaps it's because she doesn't care too much about rules, I ended up having been to a lot more places than many other four-legged friends.
I have took ferry across the water. Taking the MTR and bus is an everyday activity for us, apparently dogs are not allowed on those, but we never fail to manage our ways to get on. Once a bus driver pointed at me and ask if i were a stuffed toys, of course I pretended to be a moving one right away.
I get salad with my hooman and walk through Lane Crawford and hotels without anyone noticing.
My home is a seaside studio of an illustrator - ms mao. I have an extremely energetic and naughty brother siufu. Outside our home is the wide sea and blue sky, even though i am tiny, mom insist on bringing me to the park for walks everyday. She loves to say that I look happiest when walking outside.
After our evening walks, we go to Park n'shop together, other furry friends stay outside, only I get to go pick groceries with my hooman.
Passerbys never shy from exclaiming how cute I am, they just cannot hold their amusement.
Once mama had meetings with other volunteers at IFC Senryo, I sat quietly next to her for almost nearly two hours, and the other volunteers totally didn't know that I was there all that time.
Mama need to see doctor all the time, and everytime i'd accompany her.
Even people who are most scared of dogs are not scared of me, Dr. JY who's always been scared of dogs would hold me in her arms and say i am very adorable.
The day she held me (as person scared of dog all her life) she looked so happy!
When mama and I drink coffee by the street, passerby would asked if they could hold me, not just young people who like cute things, but also men and old ladies too. They would then start retelling the stories of their own dogs, and one even showed us pictures that was stick with tape on the surface of her wallet.
Every other wednesday we would go for physiotherapy like hoomans go to gym to strengthen muscle, and sometimes we do dog yoga together.
My name is Rosie, a tiny poodle somewhere between 5 and 9 years old. My hooman always carry me in her sling, everyone just thought I am a spoiled baby, but actually two of my back knee has grade 3 petulla luxation and my front leg is permanently deformed.
When I was young, I thought I'd come on this world to become someone's beloved pet. I'm petite and pretty, full of affection and healthy. The angels said I would have no problem finding a home - "petit, cute, purebreed..."
So I waited and waited in a pet shop, but all my sibilings has gone apart from me. Nobody buy pets after they become adults they say, so I was transported to this container where there were 40+ other doggos, all of them were barking when we get there, everyone were caged and it smell horrible. I thought the barking were to welcome me, but it didn't end in the 7 years that follow. Our world is an overwhelming space of bad smell, food leftovers that human occasionally bring, and smell of poop and pee. Days after days we waited, but nothing came.
We were occasionally put together with other dogs, which we might not even get along, in small cages. And since then I gave birth to many little puppies, THEY were all taken away, (later I know they were taken away to sell, it didn't bother me much as compared to all the exhaustion of living there) My body deteriorated, I feel extremely exhausted and hot and itchy all the time.
My muscles ached from sitting in a small space years after years.
And one day I blacked out at a flash of pain, when I woke up, my left elbow was broken. For months I lived in pain, I sleep through it to make myself feel better, I gave up hope on living, until suddenly one day, I got grabbed and thrown away.
Perhaps I was too old to be useful anymore. Indeed, all my teeth were rotten, my leg was in pain, my ears was stuck. After some car rides, i arrived at another multi-dog shelter, which was a lot more airy and has people who cuddled me, i later found out it's an adoption centre, called @lap.org.hk I lived there for a month, many people come in everyday to clean our poop and pat us, I shared a room with other doggos that was rescued, a very popular Pom girl, a very bossy sheltie, another tiny yorkie momo; they all seemed to have many human fans. Eventually OF course, someone chose me; which is my current family. Now, even though I only have one Perfect leg, (two with grade 3 pétulla luxation and one permanently deformed) and no teeth; I'm one of the most-well-traveled (within the city) doggie. Having a limping leg didn't stop me from being loved and seeing the world ❤
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