MARKKI STROEM
JOHN ARCILLA
There was no time in my childhood when we didn’t have dogs at home. Dogs are family to me. I have 10 right now. The alpha dog in my pack is a white apricot toy poodle, Poohpie or Mommie Pooe-pooey. We got her on the day Pope Benedict XVI was installed, so she’s about 9 years old. The gray poodle is named Twinzie Clawdia and the black poodle, Twinkie Amor—in honor of my costars’ characters on the old soap “Pangako Sa ’Yo.”
Twinzie Clawdia had two pups. One died; the one that survived, we named Dharma Riyana. Twinkie Amor had Tum-Tum Anjelo, Prince Tagku, Yury Jeremy, Yap-Yap Joseph, Yany Janiel and Yin-Yin Geraldine.
Yury and Yin-Yin were adopted by my friends Maris and Wape. I adopted my Siberian Husky Sophia from a doctor-friend who had his hands full with his own dogs.
We call our aspin Ampie Poodle, so she won’t feel left out. She’s actually half-Belgian Malinois; she was a neighborhood stray.
I take my pets to the family veterinarian, Jose Cepeda, for vaccinations. I’m very lucky because my two assistants, Ate Josie and Ate Pen, and my driver Kuya Molie are pet lovers, too.
Now, that I’m in New York, I Skype with the dogs every day. I miss them terribly.
I treat dogs like family members. I value their unconditional love. They jump on me when I get home; they cuddle up with me when I am sad. They have distinct personalities.
I put up a small group called Capable Foundation, which advocates animal welfare. When people adopt puppies from us, we have a ceremony for them to pledge that they will take care of the pets properly. Then we conduct an open forum to share tips and exchange ideas.