Last year, this day, I was told to fly to Germany for a project. You know, of all dates, they have to choose this. Ok, not as if it bothered me, since I was dateless anyway.

 

But then, that was also the last time I saw Black Jack (my 2nd labrador). After spending 3 weeks in bitter cold Germany, mum called and told me that they have decided to give him to a fisherman. I knew it’s going to happen sooner or later, but it just sucks to know that they have to do it when I’m away. It’s been a year and I heard he’s now  King of the Kelong. I’ll be planning a visit soon… really soon. I hope he remembers me.