Lele

What are you doing to my plant?>;(

I feel so sad for the coconut. How you broke her heart by ignoring her...

You look absent-minded. Do you miss your mother? Are you crying?

Under much of my nagging, my mum finally sent me the photos of Lele, the two-month-old baby dog. She looks old for her age, though. See, she can even challenge the coconut! What boldness!

We used to have a male dog also named as Lele. That time I was still around to "manage the household". Now I am not around anymore, but I believe the house is more peaceful without me, though it maybe a bit dull. The only way of "remote control" is through e-mail, which is for the most of the time one-directional: from my mum&dad to me.

Why do we have a female dog this time? The reason is very simple. Last time we experienced a grueling period when the male Lele was in rut. Even my dad had to tighten the leash when a female dog came into Lele's vision. For a liberal spirit like him who preferred walking dog off-leash, it was a gut-running horror----for me, my sister, and my most responsible mum who adamantly denounces promiscuity(am I making it too serious?). That was also the first time I got to know that desire of an animal was practically and biologically unquenchable.

Another reason why my mum used to grouse a lot was on dog food. Male Lele used to be very open-minded when it came to food: bun, bread, hot dog, and sometimes pork chop----you threw it, he ate it. After a while, he became fickle and pickish----only hot dog could make him move his butt. If you as usual threw a bun, he would straighten up his neck and sniff it, then lower his "dog-head" down again. There was another problem on hot dog that irked my mum. My sister and I were always the competitors for food with Lele when it came to hot dog. Last time the hot dog was in vacuum package. During a nap we would sneak out of the bedroom and snatch one or two hot dogs from the kitchen shelves. The number of packaged hot dog was decimated ever since, which attracted my mum's attention. The solution of the "filching problem" was disturbing: no more hot dogs in my house. What about Lele then? The pickish Lele!

Another headache for dog-lovers is toilet-training. You need to have patience to repeat over and over again to correct what has been wrongly done. You also have to bear with the foul smell when something goes awry. Moreover, in the beginning you have to demonstrate: lead the dog to the toilet, point at the mini-toilet bowl, and "peel banana", "sit on your knees"----the demonstration was done. Even this could not make sure he would remember, so every time you go to the toilet, you have to beckon your pet to go with you and "see":<

However, everything was difficult before it became easy. See, though my mum used to have so many complaints about dogs in general which greatly ached my ears, she is now always talking about Lele(female) when she's on the phone with me.

And I always say in the end:" Hand the speaker to Lele. I have a few words with her."

The next moment I would hiss in the speaker:" Lele! Bite my mum! Now!"

Of course she never obeys...