With Wings, Can Fly
It seemed to be too much of a responsibility, I thought. We could not do it, I reasoned. The expense will be considerable, I reckoned. Uhm, ah, no, I decided.
So I said, “Sorry C, no puppy.”
I like dogs. I grew up with several of them, in fact. Blenda, Starsky and Stardust, my pre-pregnancy dachshund who bows (promise!) whenever she sees me. But no, not this time, it is too much work, the house would smell and financially, I thought it would not make sense.
But ever since C requested for a puppy as her special Christmas present, the germ of needing (okay, wanting) one had caught on. We had no choice but to capitulate.
On the eve of Christmas, we held a thin, sweet, magnificent, white, yielding Yoyow in our arms.
Yoyow, Apple of Our Eyes
