A Dog Bit My Pants and More in Morong

Last Sunday we went to Morong in Rizal to visit the brother of my paternal grandfather Lolo IKE. His name is Lolo Hugo, full name Hugo Lubag Junior. It was my first time to go to Lolo Hugo’s house.
When we were on the way with Lolo IKE, Lola Ana, Ninang AG and Tito Joel, the road was mostly curvy on the mountain. Ninang AG remembered that this used to be the road they were taking to go to Laguna, where their rice store is found. That store was named after me. My Tita Bilo lives there with my cousins, but that’s another story. I then said that the road is like Kennon Road in Baguio.
When we got there, I saw Lola Anching and Lolo Hugo. I went in the gate and saw a kubo. I went
inside and found paintings, brushes, a roll of brown paper which you wet and use for frames and more. I realized they paint. Lolo told me that he saw me in the kubo.
I went in the attic/kitchen. I saw many interesting things. I saw a steam iron, a pair of binoculars, a drawer full of things like a rusty screwdriver, a Samsung refrigerator, and more. I asked Lola where did they get this, and she answered that they got it in the US.
I went to the swing for two. A dog was barking at me, but did not bite me. Holy cannoli, I was scared to the bones! At least someone led the dog away. I kept swinging with Gabee. Gabee teased that I couldn’t stand on the swing. I proved her wrong. But dad told me to sit down.
I went inside the house. Another dog was in it. Tito Ariel put the dog in a room. I used the computer. I went to my blog and scrolled down. I showed Lola my blog. I saw an interesting thing called a Bamboo Dock. It looked like a digital sketch pad with a stylus pen. I went to an app on the computer for it. There were:
1. Doodle: write a note
2. Land master: mark your place
3. Funny Portraits: put funny effects on Mona Lisa
4. Free the bird: play a puzzle on releasing the bird
I played Free the Bird up to level 7, then used Funny Portraits. It was capital F-U-N.
It’s lunchtime. I ate chicken adobo. My cousins and I had a storytelling time while eating, or in Filipino “kwentuhan”. We talked and talked about many things. I noticed Kate only had soup on rice. I asked her why she didn’t have a main course. I forgot her answer, so tell me your guess on Comments.
It was hot. Dad told us to stay in the shade, or else we’d get a headache. We got out. Dad was getting tired of shouting to us not to get out. We went near the house.
We played hide-and-seek. I won the first time we played. We did it again. This time I went in the house. The dog was in, but I ran in front of the dog, and you know what it did? THE DOG BIT MY PANTS! Oh my goodness, it wouldn’t let go!!! I tried to run, but the dog’s bite on the pants was as strong as hydrochloric acid, pewter, and more. All my cousins, and Gabee were ROTFL. When the dog let go, I ran as fast as Karma Lee on Temple Run 2! I wished I just removed my pants so I could run away! Okay, so thinking it over, my cousins would laugh at me more, and mom will get mad. You know why? My cousins never helped me stop the dog from biting me. Kate told me a lesson, that you shouldn’t run in front of a dog.
I went to the kubo, where the adults were chattering like in a crowded mall. I ate a slice of Buko pie eagerly. Did I tell you that is my favorite? I took a nap on mama’s lap for a long time. I heard their chatters about me. When I woke up, it was time to go home.

I’m ending this post with DYK of Morong. Enjoy!


Morong is a first class municipality in the province of Rizal, Philippines. According to the latest census, it has a population of 50,538 inhabitants in 8,988 households. A popular attraction is Spanish-era St. Jerome’s Parish Church. The town is also known for featuring the balaw-balaw side dish.
Morong is also known for having education as its priority- “Una Ang Education” (Education first), that is why during the early 70’s and early 90’s, it became the center of education. Students from different places mostly in the nearby towns of Rizal would come and study in Morong.


In the early years before Spaniards came, Morong was predominantly a Muslim area; that is why it is called Morong, because it was coined from the word moro.
During the Spanish Era, Morong played a big part in Philippine history. Before it became a small town of Rizal, Morong was considered the province before it was called Rizal, Its original name was Politico Militar Distrito de Morong, which included Manila, Makati, Cainta, Taytay, Pasig, Angono etc.. Morong is even included in the eight rays of the sun of the Philippine flag which represents the eight provinces that fought for freedom, listed are: Morong (now Manila), Cavite, Bulacan, Pampanga, Nueva Ecija, Bataan, Laguna, and Batangas.
World War I- Tomas M. Claudio a Morong native is listed as a hero in the Philippines; The first Filipino to die in World War I was Private Tomas Mateo Claudio who served with the U.S. Marine Corps as part of the American Expeditionary Forces to Europe. He died in the Battle of Château Thierry in France on June 29, 1918. The Tomas Claudio Memorial College in Morong Rizal, Philippines, which was founded in 1950, was named in his honor. The main street of the town was also named in his honor.
During the Japanese occupation of World War II, the Mateo compound, now the Cesar S.D. Mateo clinic was used as a Japanese base. During the Liberation, Filipino troops of the 4th and 42nd Infantry Division of the Philippine Army and 4th Infantry Regiment of the Philippine Constabulary including the recognized guerrillas of the Col. Markings Guerrillas and the Hunters ROTC guerrillas liberated and captured the towns in Morong and defeated Japanese forces and forced them to surrender at the end of World War II

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