Saturday, June 30, 2007

SMALL TOWNS, BIG STREAMS: A Lab in Liliw





LAST weekend, it was another road trip for Mama and me as we visited Liliw, Laguna with my boyfriend Una and some human titas from Mama's yoga gang. For Mama, the goal was to load up on those cute beaded slippers called 'cochos' that she has taken to wearing for formal affairs. For me, it was a more physical goal -- to see my very first 'batis' or stream.
We arrived in Liliw on a rainy afternoon, and I had to endure sitting in a small shoe store while Mama and the titas fitted pair after pair. The folks at Socialite were nice, but really, when you're covered with water-resistant fur and have strong foot pads, you really don't need the shoes. (Little Misha, our poodle friend, did sport two pairs of doggie shoes, though. Clothes look cute on toy dogs, but my Mama is convinced I face the world best au naturelle). I must say, I applaud my Mama's patronage of locally-made crafts. Those slippers are lovely, nicely made, insanely comfortable, don't shorten her tendons (essential for yoga), and they go with anything. Mama likes to wear them for formal affairs, actually; she just wore a pair with an authentic Indian saree for the Auggie Cordero show, but that's another story.
The Fernandez ancestral home is big and lovely, with exquisite wood, old furniture, and tons of fun stairs to jump up and down (good thing I've lost some weight, or I would have pulled another muscle negotiating the steps). It was an unfamiliar place, though, so I jumped on Mama's bed at night. The air was cool, the windows open -- if not for the roar of ubiquitous rural tricycles, I would have slept through the night.
The next day, we woke up to wonderful morning light and a marching band celebrating the feast of San Juan. The light was otherworldy (see my pic in the azotea, sorry Mama forgot to rotate it), but that was nothing compared to the big treat -- the spring-fed swimming pool and the stream in Tita Gigi's family property, at the border between Liliw and Majayjay. The water was cool and rushing, and Una and I couldn't get enough. Eventually we settled at the pool, where Misha learned to swim , I fetched my kong toy and tried to climb on Tito Joey's back a few times (sorry, I can't resist trying to get a free ride), and generally swam myself to exhaustion.
Labradors and water. What else could be more perfect? And who knew that places like this still exist, hours out of the blight of Manila? Everything was so green, the air so fresh, I had to get used to it. Mother Nature knew what she was doing when she created forests and streams and mountains. It's when you humans think you know better that things get screwed up. Stand in the middle of Los Banos or Liliw, and see what the world should be, and could have been, if people didn't think you knew everything and proceeded to cut trees and raze moutainsides and rape the earth for minerals and dump disposable diapers and water bottles into the nearest waterways. Helloooo -- if you had just taken care, you wouldn't NEED the bottled water. Oh well. Humans -- we dogs are your best friends, but sometimes, your stupidity tests even OUR patience! ARF.

Monday, June 18, 2007

ON LOVING THE WATER


This morning mama skipped both work (not a hard decision) and yoga teacher training (aaarrrgh) because she had a swollen tonsil -- but she was not sick enough to stay in bed. Thus, as she is wont to do, she took me for a few laps in the pool, even as she just sat on the side and kept from getting her head wet.
Mama and I love the water. She almost drowned when she was a young girl, as her brothers grappled for her in the swimming pool and proceeded to drop her; she was in about 15 feet before they noticed the object of their conflict was missing (such a common occurrence in life, hehe). But when she did learn to swim at age 11 -- in 1975, thanks to swimming lessons with Bert Lozada that cost her parents a then-princely sum of P400 -- she became a water baby. Mama is happiest when she is tasting salt, fighting waves, and feeling the sun on her skin, UV rays be damned.
When she got me, she initiated me slowly into the pool, as the Labrador guide books advised her. I was a bit apprehensive then about the cool blue stuff, although I was no longer a small puppy at 7 months, but I immediately knew it was something familiar, something strong and good. I waved my webbed feet -- Labs have webbing between our toes, ya know -- and I knew I was home, too.
Now I go with Mama everywhere there's water, if she can help it. She;s been promising to bring me to Boracay, but I'm still waiting for that to materialize. We both find happiness of a deep, quiet, indescribable sort, a happiness we can enjoy even in solitude, when we're in the water, especially the ocean.

THREE



It has been quite a few months since we started this blog, and only now have we been able to resume. But Mama promised to keep it going, as she has much to say, not just about our life together, but about other animals who are being hurt and killed and maltreated every day. And we hope to speak for a few of them.
I am my Mama's alter ego, and although she will live much longer than I will, I know she is learning many lessons from me. That is why we celebrated in a major way when I turned 3 years old recently. The "baby seal" pic sleeping on the edge of the pool was taken in Mindoro, when i was just a year old. The other pic is my official birthday portrait. Both were taken by Tita Popi. I hope I haven't aged much, hehe.