Heaven's Update

Okay, we have a newbie in Heaven.

Yes it's Brownie.

We finally decided to adopt him.

Oh, I know we can not afford to get another dog.

But his fate is bleak . . .

Since their owner died last month

we have been looking for someone to adopt them.

And since the family of my dead neighbor decided to rent the house

the new tenants can only adopt Whitey 

because they have 3 dogs already!

Dawgy will be adopted by their friend as a guard dog.

But nobody wants to adopt Brownie!

Look at the improved weight of Dawgy and Whitey

since we have been feeding them regularly.

I hope they will be OK with their new owners.

So now we welcome Hughes

that is Brownie's new name ;-)

Welcome to Heaven, Hughes!

 We have to keep him in the extra kennel

until we can get Sweepy's vet to give him shots.

Until then, I have to give him a bath,

and make him get used to his new home.

Sweepy keeps watch.

Oh I know in due time

they will be playing together.

For now they have to take turns

in and out of their kennels . . .

Petrocelli, our adopted cat on the roof, does not seem happy.

We have somewhat adopted Petrocelli's girlfriend, Petra.

Petra is the black thing beside Petrocelli.

They both get fed every day too.

The animals now outnumber the humans in Heaven! 

And to make our weekend more intense

a fire broke out in the slum community

that occupied the whole stretch of the old railroad tracks.

We called the fire department, the village security, the police, 117 . . .

I had to pack my important stuff:

documents, files, computers, folio, etc.

and asked our new neighbor who I befriended

if I can leave some of our stuff with them for safekeeping

because the fire seem out of control!

This is the view from our house.

It looks dangerously close.

I kept both Sweepy and Hughes in their kennels

as we transport some of our items to the neighbor's house across.

I already unloaded some of my things in my closets 

into baskets and blankets ready to go.

The fire lasted two hours

and burned a huge portion of the poor dwellers.

We had to help relocate them to the village compound

for temporary shelter and for assistance.

Our former maid, Myrna, and my beautician, Ching,

both lost their homes in the fire.

We donated clothes, blankets, shoes, food.

As for us, we had to unpack our stuff

and donate most of them to those in need.

There is too much in our lives that can be shared.

It was an intense Sunday.

But I uttered a prayer of thanksgiving.

For the safety of my community.

For our new dog.

For a good future for those who lost their homes.

And for the miracle that 

continue to shower us

in our daily lives . . .