My "Sister"

I called mom today. Usually my "sister", who is actually a small dog that has been living with us for over 13 years and is considered as a VIP of the family, would answer it first-- When mom picks up the phone, all I can hear is the little dear barking very loudly, complaining mom hasn't cooked her anything special recently, or how she misses the ways I play with her, or when I shall be back home in order to make her life more exciting. I'm afraid she hates the fact that mom does the talking most of the time.

Mom told me they got the package I sent last week, and my "sister" was so happy about her gift as before-- a chew bone of her favorite brand. Mom said when she was trying to take off the cover of the bone, she noticed my "sister's" pupils were the biggest, glowing with desire and impatience. I knew what she was thinking at that moment, "Hurry up, I can unpack it, mom! Grrrrr Give it to me...NOW!!" The second she got it, she had already gone away to the balcony, jumped onto her own bed--the safest place ever in the world, and started to sniff, lick, bite and chew with a wide content smile on her face...

After 5 minutes or so, when she finished exploring every single bit of the bone, she paused and remembered that she saw something else along with her present, she'd jog back to the living room by ensuring HER chew bone is hidden safely first, and try to inspect the rest to see whether there is anything extra edible or playable in the package. Yeah, a greedy "sister".

When I was at home, I would tease her for a while before feeding her (as she is extremely picky in food, and it's been mom's headache to make her eat when she is not happy with what is given or just doesn't have the "mood" for anything since she seldom shows that much enthusiasm in food as most dogs do), she'd appreciate what she got afterwards because I let her believe that's what she won, and eat it quickly as her prize or bonus!

Each time I get back from trips, my lovely "sister" will choose to stay in my room for one or two nights just to show her care. In the morning, both of us like to sleep in as late as we can if time permits, but she will wake me up when she feels hungry by blowing hot air from her nose at the edge of my not-so-tall bed. (Those who have/had dogs must know you will get something ELSE occasionally with the air blown from their noses, but none of us really minds, do we?) So I will sit up staring at her, pretend to look annoyed by being woken up. She then chuckles, and runs away briskly with greatest joy to mom in the kitchen, wagging her fluffy tail, "Hey ma, I got that lazy-bone up, what do I get for lunch?" I guess I made a good start of her day...

Right now, however, I can only imagine by listening to what mom describes, just wish I could see everything and enjoy her company once again sometime soon!