

Akita: That’s me in all my glory!! Remember my motto: Akita’s my Name and Blogging’s my Game!!
As subject matter goes, the following post would not find its way into my niche site. But as inspiration for my writing, it belongs here – lock, stock and barrel. Read on and you’ll find out why.
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For those who have come across my blog website, you’d know that I’m a dog, yes D-O-G spelt “dog”. When my owner, let’s call her “Mama D” lost her previous precious spitz called “Sable”, her life was totally shattered. She locked herself in her apartment for 4 days and 4 nights with only a cup of chocolate to get her through the day. Those who knew of her love for her furry companion tried to comfort her but for some unexplainable reason, she could not find her voice when she received calls. She turned down visits from well-meaning friends. And when she eventually went back to work and tried to get back to her normal routine, it was an uphill task in her effort to stop thinking of her recent loss.
Ten days after Sable’s passing, I was born together with five of my siblings. Being the youngest and the tiniest, I always find myself at the bottom of the heap when it comes to “feeding time”. Yes, the eldest and biggest of our lot is always at the top. No guessing why! Imagine a scene from an American football game when a whole bunch of muscle-bound players pile up on one another. Yup, that’s us: the Border-Collie-Mix Siblings – all 6 of us!!
Mom’s real pretty – every black and white portion of her is perfectly crafted on her medium-sized physique. Big brother’s the only one with a brown shade mixed with white and dashes of black here and thereabouts. He was a real “beaut” but a week later when all our eyes managed to open and see the world for the first time, he went “MIA”. “Mama D’s” friend who wanted to adopt her searched high and low but could not locate her. So eventually after a few more attempts which were futile, she gave up and settled for my other brother which was pure white in color.
My 3 other siblings were also having black and white as a combination to their fur except for differing patterns. It was later discovered that only 2 of them started to sprout lush beautiful hair/fur, not unlike those of a spitz. But me, poor tiny little me – I was the ugliest! Honestly, not kidding!! I was the only one with a black face with a white band on my forehead. I did look quite cute when I was young but eventually the white band became narrower and narrower until you could hardly spot it. So, why did “Mama D” choose me?
At first, she did not want to take in any more pets because her recent loss had been the most painful among all the other sad episodes in her life when she lost each and every one of her dogs or cat to old age or illness. I remembered that she could not look at us newborns without shedding her tears because the memory of her newly-departed “Sable” was still so fresh in her mind. She was thinking that she did not wish to go through another painful time in her life. But on the 3rd day or was it the 4th or 5th, she had a sudden premonition when she retired for the night. That on the next morning she would receive a sign if it was meant to be.
Sure enough, the next morning as she made her way down from her apartment, she went to the box which contained all of us and she spotted me sleeping (as always). She saw me all curled up in a ball and from where she was (looking down on me and the rest of the brood), she saw an “arrow” sign on my back which began somewhere on the top of my head down the back of my neck. Now, if that’s not a sign then I surely don’t know what is.
Anyhow that night when she returned home after work, she checked me out thoroughly. Sure enough, she spotted 2 more signs. You must remember that my eyes have yet to open and being a really ugly-looking mutt (actually I do resemble a black rodent, think “rat” here), she could not see anything beautiful in me, that is in comparison with my siblings who were way ahead in the “beauty” department.
Back to the 2 signs. Firstly she spotted a patch on one of my front paws. “Sable” had a similar look because of her habitual nibbling on 1 of her front paws after each meal which left a stain on her silvery white fur as the years went by. Then I started to sigh – that’s sign No. 2. And yes, “Sable” does that all the time. Now, you have to remember that I was only like 3 or 4 or was it 5 days’ old at the time and the chances of having 2 similarities and 3 signs was indeed a positive Indication for her to take me home, pronto!!
End of story. No wait! How did I get the name “Akita”?
Well, “Mama D” was pretty dumb. Yes, she was. She didn’t know at the time that “akita” is a dog breed. She was thinking of giving me a Japanese name (don’t ask me why). A few names crossed her mind and she decided on either “Akira” or “Akita” because she liked the way they both sounded when she yelled them out loud. “Akira” reminded her of an old favorite Japanese actor of hers, full name “Akira Kobayashi”. But then I’m a bitch! Whoops, I mean “female”. That will certainly not do. So she added the “M” to “Akita” to make it “Makita”. But that didn’t sound right either. After a few days of deliberation, she eventually gave up the “logical” approach to naming me and settled on the name “Akita” thinking that being a dog, it wouldn’t make any difference to me. Lol, woof-woof!!
Now, this is the end of my beginnings with “Mama D” which you readers know as the writer of this article… yes, “Doris Lim”… that’s my momma!!