drool-filled kisses and furry hugs.

Dog, dog.

Cashyboo, I remember the day Daddy brought you home. It was after school, and I was at Nai-Nai’s house when daddy called to say he had a surprise for me at home. When I came home, there you were this shy, drooling monster! You were so quiet, we all thought you were a serious pup! Boy, how wrong were we?

I remember playing football with you, I remember hating picking up the ball after your turn because you would always drool all over it!

I remember trying to teach you how to walk on your hind legs, I think you were very relieved when this silly girl came to a gloomy realisation that dogs weren’t physically capable of walking on two feet!

I like how you would pretend to be brave and bark at the stranger at the gate; I like how you would run to the back of the house when we let the stranger in.

I especially love how you would run to the fence to fight with the neighbour’s dog everytime we called for you, as if your name was more of a battle cry.

Thank you for being my dog, dog.

I love and miss you Cashyboo.