Pink Chronicles. . .: Boyboy Attack

Yesterday, when I came home after a satisfying dinner of juicy steak, jacket potato and banana split, I received an SMS from Uncle Stanley:

"Having a big dog in a small flat is a pain in the ass. I cannot stand the odour of the house. It's causing great inconvenience to your grandmother and undue unhappiness amongst us with our mother. I hope you consider my stand in removing the dog"

My hand shook with anger. Who is he to tell me to remove the dog? Just because he visited our place with his daughter last week and the dog peed on his socks? Didn't he keep a dog for the past decade and it died of old age a year back? While we are all working, who accompanies Gramps during the day and constantly keeps her mind active?

No doubt, Boyboy is fussy with his food - he only eats chunky boiled pork and rice, likes to paw on visitors and pee on their feet when he's excited, disturbs us by dangling his saliva-loaded soft-toy and pillow when we are sitting on the sofa and barks and howls when we step out of the house, he brings joy (though sometimes annoyance) to us. Nothing beats having a happy face and a swinging white-flagged tail greeting you when you are back from work and when you wake up every morning.

I don't care - He is here to stay for good.

Later in the noon, I am going to meet my university pals at East Coast Park and we are going cycling. It has been ages since I cycled - Prefer jogging, because cycling requires good coordination and I lack that. What's more, we will cycle pass the 360Ski pond and it will bring back scary memories...Argggghhhhhhhhh......