The kids has been asking for a pet dog since they were little.  Frankly speaking, I do love to have pet at home but the flashback from yesteryear sent the chills down my spine.  Been there, done that.  Juggling between a full time job and being the full time Mom to my 3 kids is already draining all my energy. I can’t imagine having another ‘baby’ at home that need to be walk every evening.

So each time the kids (especially #3) bring up the topic, the same ole conversation goes like this:

Kiddo:  Mummy, can we have a puppy?
Mummy:  You have to be able to take care of yourself before you are allowed to have a pet.  Tell me, who bath you?
Kiddo:  Mummy.
Mummy:  Who feed you?
Kiddo:  Mummy.
Mummy:  Who make milk for you?
Kiddo:  Mummy.
Mummy:  Wait till everything is yourself then only we talk.  Ok?

And one day, a friend’s cocker spaniel gave birth to 4 puppies. So I jump on the opportunity to adopt one.  Of course the kids is excited about it since this is their first pet dog.  Rules #1 – No dogs are allowed in the house. We bought a huge cage for her and almost bought a  heated mattress pads since the dog sleep outside.We soon realised #3 is afraid of puppy!  So, the 2 eldest kiddos share responsibility like feeding.  We hardly walk the pup, like I’ve told you, me shit also no time ok!  So the pup spent most of her time in the cage pee and poo.  Good for me as we just need to wash the tray.  What sounds like fun soon turned into a daily chores.  That is where our nightmare started. Other than daily pee and poo washing, we have to set aside Saturday as Belle-Fun-Bathing-Time.  Blueh!

And when the pup grew bigger, it seems like Hubby always push the bathing time to me as he is not good in controlling the dog.  So back to square one.  Why me?  Why it always has to be me! When I complained, #3 answered this, “I want a dog but I never say I want to rare one.” If only I know sooner!  Kids!

I may sound like complaining but on the other hand, she is like another baby to us.  At times she make me mad, and at times she makes me wanna hug her.  Don’t know if it is just me but looking at her chasing the ball in the garden bring a smile to my face.

p/s:  Photo of Belle when she is around 2 months now.  At this point of blogging, Belle is about 9 months old.