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Dog Chronicles: Losing Gigi

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One September evening, I came home from work to hear a funny sound outside my apartment. I listened for a bit then decided to go investigate. On opening my door, I looked surreptitiously to the right then left before my gaze landed on the object of the commotion. A puppy. A mongrel.

A picture of Dog Chronicles' Gigi lying down

Gigi

Bewildered as to how the puppy got there, I asked my neighbours and they had no clue as well. Seeing that the puppy was obviously cold I took it, examined quickly and brought her (the puppy was female) onto my balcony. She seemed to be in good condition save the cold and hunger. Improvising, I laid a cereal box on the floor so she wouldn’t get cold and went to get her something to eat. I decided to name her Gigi.

A picture of Dog Chronicles' Gigi lying down

Gigi

By the time I brought her food, Gigi was gone. I was slightly alarmed. I quickly checked around and found her in a little corner just outside my place (where I found her initially). I carried her back to the niche I had created for her, gave her milk with a little glucose and kibble (dry dog food). The way she lapped up the milk confirmed my assumptions. She sniffed the kibble but didn’t eat it. After two servings of milk, I gave her water. One taste had her turning up her nose at it. I laughed. I understood her reaction, it wasn’t as sweet as the milk. I covered her up when she fell asleep and went inside to attend to other matters.
After a while, I checked up on her and this time taught her to eat the kibble because I guessed she was probably still hungry. I gave her one bit at a time; the moment she got a hang of it, she almost finished the bowl I gave her in minutes.

A picture of Dog Chronicles' Gigi lying down

Gigi

The next day, I asked around again but nobody knew Gigi’s human or if she was a stray. So I kept her and fed her again. She peed on my balcony and I was thinking that I had to train her when my landlord and his wife happened to pass by. They asked about her and I explained how I discovered her. The moment they found out Gigi was female, they took sticks, chased her off all the while shouting and praying that whatever evil intentions Gigi had would be foiled.

My landlord belongs to a tribe in Nigeria called the Ikweres. The Ikweres abhor bitches. To this day I wonder what became of my Gigi.

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