My four-legged friend at home

I went home after 6 months. That’s a long time considering I used to be a regular at home every four weeks. Home is a beautiful place surrounded by tall rubber trees where the sun plays peek-a-boo with terra firma. Besides mom, dad, wonderful memories of life, love and laughter, Home is also the abode of a golden beauty called Nancy, a German Shepherd mix. Her gold fur (well, almost!) is punctuated with white on the tips of her paws and her tail. (Which is why I suggested calling her Tipsy and mom was not too excited with the name.) She’s just 8 months old now and I can watch her lively puppy antics forever! Of course, she’s added a lot of color to my parents’ life.

I’ve always been the one with a soft heart for animals. So when she goes through a disciplining session with dad or my brother, I’m eagerly looking for a way to rescue her.

Her eyes are beautiful. When she smiles, my heart sings. To everyone’s happiness, she’s growing up fast, which means she’s already as tall as I am when she stands on her hind legs.

She loves to stand tall and kiss my nose. Of course, she expects a hug in return or I pay for my absent-mindedness with a sharp nip from her.

She’s beautiful, inside-out and I’m so grateful that I share my life with her.

Thanks, Nan.

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