"Why don't we name her Evy?Like the woman from The Mummy?"
"But Mom, one of my pet fish was called Evy."
"Who cares?Let's name her Evy."
And so, she was named Evy(later on, she'd get nicknames from almost every member of the family, but more on that later).At first, she was very quiet and very nervous.She wouldn't bark at all and anytime someone arrived, she would get so excited, she'd wet herself.Thank God she doesn't do that anymore...It wasn't till one day that some stranger, maybe the nespaper guy, passed by the house that she finally barked.I swear, I thought she was the only dog to be mute if it weren't for that guy!Anyways, we moved a little after we found her, but I wasn't there at the time.Too busy spending my summer in Orlando with my grandparents.Turns out, she got pregnant while I was away.Made me feel ecstatic when I heard that.Never had seen puppies before.With Evy, I saw my first litter of puppies.Three born: one black, one golden brown and one dark brown.The first two had smooth hair and the third had rough.It was a crazy birth too, since there were workers fixing areas of the house.Before the first pup was even out of her, she ran out, barking at them and the poor thing fell to the floor.Luckily, she didn't suffer any damage, but it was close.I was there for the other two and the second puppy, I got really attached to.I just had to name him Oliver.The other two were Negri, the first born and only female, and Nico, the rough hair pup who was more like the father.Negri was kind of the oddball since she didn't like either of the parents.She was more rottweiler in appearance.It was fun having those three pups around, but we had to give them away.Negri was sadly abducted and we have no idea how she is.I just hope she's alive...unlike her brothers.Nico was hit by a car and Oliver, who I wanted to keep and Mom regrets it to this day, died of sickness, I think.I'm not really sure.Evy got pregnant again, M.C. this time and the birth was very worrisome.Evy's a small dog, bigger than a Chihuahua at least.And M.C. was almost twice, maybe three times her size.The birth was...not the best.They were all stillborns(very beautiful stillborns.Two black, like Negri and the other three a very light brown).It was sad...But what can you do?Evy's gone through a lot.Tough dog, she is.Hit by a car and even when she was horribly hurt, she would wag her tail at you and look so happy.She's got some metal in her hip and one of her back legs now.AFter the operation, it was hilarious watching her go down the stairs with a purple cast on her leg.She's so cute. heart They also fixed her so she couldn't get pregnant again.Too bad she's still the neighborhood...eh, slut.She's got lots of boyfriends on this street, even if she spends most of her time in the house now.She's 9 years old.It's an estimate though.We really have no clue as to how old she is.But we know she's getting old.Doesn't go out as much as she used to, yet still manages to escape every now and then.To get to the point, Evy used to be very, very close to my brother Gero.You could say that he was the love of her life.But he left some years ago to live in the US and she's replaced him with me.Sleeps in my room and I take care of her.Baths, hair brushing, massages, scratching behind the ears, that's me.The walks tend to be between my dad and me.He loves to joke around with her too.Calls her Eva Luna.Why, I don't know.As for her nicknames, Dad calls her Eva Luna or Perra, which is dog, Mom calls her Meme, a silly way to pronounce bebe or baby, Pablo used to call her Cuera, which is uhm...slut, and I call her Fluffball and Sexy Bitcha, though mostly Fluffball.Sexy Bitcha was just a joke between the people that were my companions in the bus that would take me home when I was in high school.But I'm getting off topic here.I call her my stalker now, because everywhere I go, she follows me.I go downstairs, there she goes.I go up, she does too.Heck, on Sunday night, I went to the upstairs bathroom and she followed me!Since she couldn't find me, she walked up and down the hall way, trying to find me.Dad opened the door to my room so she could go in, but she refused to!I got out and she jumps all over me.Made me think that she was going:
"OMG, where were you???I thought someone took you away!I WAS SO WORRIED!!!"
That dog has some hilarious moments and I wouldn't change her for the world.I'm gonna miss her so much when she's gone.Gotta make the best of the time she has left with us.And for all of you who read this through the end or just scrolled down without reading, here's a little treat:a photo of Evy back when she would army crawl under my bed whenever she would sleep in my room before we decided to keep her inside.
