Have you ever seen a dog that looks more depress than me?
He is just one-two months old, and he looks like he hates the whole world, with a pair of emo eyes. But he is cute and bounces here and there. Most importantly, he responded to my call. Sad eyes. I don’t even have the heart to shout at him. Maybe till he is a little bit older. So, I placed that little fella into my arms, and he stopped whining instantly. Within minutes, he felt asleep. Peace. Like a baby. (Don’t be mistaken, I do not like kids.) But this is just so heart melting! How could I even shout at him? Even if I have steel heart, he is just too… small… too… weak…
The little guy likes sand and grass, and can’t control his bladder. He had an ulcer on his neck, add on to his sadness. Maybe because of his emo-ness that I felt like giving him a little bit more attention. And Tipsy is like an elder sister, wondering whether all the attention had shifted to the other member in the house. Lolz. They are just like human. But I guess from now onwards, Tipsy has a friend to play with. At least now she doesn’t need to play with herself, catching air in the living hall. =)
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