• Shadow
• Dilim
• Anino
• Chaba (name of the storm brewing outside when we got him)
• Rain
• Bagyo
• Storm
• Col. Captain Lieutenant
• Sniffer
• Athens
• Olympus
• Doug (pronounced as dog, but in reference to Doug Kramer, an Ateneo Blue Eagle Basketball Player)
• Sky (As in night sky)
• Midnight
• Muttley (as in Muttley the Dog of the Wacky Car Races cartoons)
• Yahoo! (pronounced as YYYYAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!! in a very loud voice, just the way the yahoo icon says it)
• Our Dog

Since there's no name yet, we still call him Sarge. Just yesterday, as I parked my car in the garage, he suddenly sat up upon seeing my car and barked. When I stepped out of the car, I greeted him "Hi Sarge!" and he tilted his head and just looked at me. It was just soooo cute. He really reminds me of Chester, who I fondly call Chessie Wessie (I bet if he was human, he'd hung down his head in shame) in an always cheerful, sing-song-y voice. Here's a pic of Chester, before leaving for the vet:

Chester actually belongs to my uncle. He let Chester stay with us because he didn't have space in his tiny apartment whereas we have a humongous garden for him to roam around. A time came where we couldn't take care of him so he stayed at my uncle's mother in law's house. A few months later, we moved into a different house inside a compound with a huge "garden" (it's an empty lot). One night, we were burglarized. My dad decided it was time to get Chester back. Sometime this month, my uncle just moved in into his new house, which included a garden for Chester to roam and so Chester went back to his family.

Chessie Wessie is a huge dog. People were scared of him but what they didn't know is that he was a quiet, gentle pet (actually, he really is just lazy). He never harms the little boys no matter how much they, especially Xavier, pestered him. One time, during the summer, the kids were swimming inside their plastic, inflatable pool. My dad decided to let him loose and the first thing Chester did was jump into the pool! (We forgot labradors love the water). The kids were surprised, of course, and ran out because the dog was just occupying all the space.

(Let's take a commercial break: Reminds me of my childhood days swimming in my grandma's pool with my little cousins. We had a German Shepard back then named Cairo. We would try to push him into the pool. Once, my uncle tried to carry him and throw him into the pool. Often times, he'd make Cairo chase him and they'd run and run around the perimeter of the pool and in the last minute, my uncle would jump into the water. Cairo would always have fast reflexes and would brake in time. But there was one incident, my uncle was successful. Cairo slipped and fell. All of us cheered. Poor Cairo swam to shore and when he got up, he shook his body dry, sprinkling all of us with water. Good doggie memories! I'm sure he's up in dog heaven now, God rest his soul. Back to regular programming).

I always looked forward to seeing Chessie Wessie upon arriving home though it bugged me that he kept barking cuz he was waking up my parents (and the neighbors), therefore, they knew what time I got home. Sometimes I felt that Chester was such an ineffective guard dog because there were times I'd come home and he was asleep. I would walk past his nose and he wouldn't wake up. Until one night, I was walking up to our door with A trailing a few meters behind me. The moment my shoe made a loud snapping sound on the tile floor, Chester was startled awake that he immediately ran to A to attack him, thinking a stranger trespassed. Luckily, A was alert enough to back off and even luckier was that Chester had his leash on so his attack was cut short. A stayed away from Chester for awhile.

Chester is actually a dirty dog. It is my brother's responsibility to make sure that he is taken care of- baths, toothbrushes, no fleas, etc- but my brother, being the irresponsible person that he is, forgets sometimes and more often than not he smells and has fleas (Chester, not my brother). That's why I never got around to hugging him or petting him often but whenever I felt like it, I would rub his tummy with my foot (Hey, he doesn't mind it!) I don't use my hands for fear that fleas will get stuck in my long nails- gross!

I realized one night that Chester wasn't just a lazy, smelly dog to me when one night while it was raining so hard, I went out to the garage. I saw him trying to reach the floor mat by the door with his paw and I realized that he wanted to lie on the mat because it was cold. Ah, who cares if my mom gets mad? And from then on, when it's raining and I happened to go out to the garage, I make sure that his mat is rolled out and within his reach. I miss that dog! I missed him already the moment he rode the van to go to my uncle's house. I wonder how's he doing. I wonder how he feels knowing there is a new dog in our life that kinda looks like him. Very Single White Female.

Notes (added at 2:10PM): The second choice for Sarge's name was Shadow. While it is a cute and befitting name, I was opposed to it because I couldn't morph his name like Chessie Wessie or Sargie Wargie.