Despite the roller coaster relationship I had with Mom during the early stages, we bonded quite strongly. Even then, I knew and sensed that something was not right. She sometimes felt like giving up on me (I was really very naughty and stubborn). The worst part was those countless biting I did to her – most on her arms and hands, repeatedly. They were red and sore. Gee, they must really hurt. So, when I start to bite again, she straight away throws me to the farthest part of the room. I could just imagine how my ”kong” suffered each time Mom and I play (how many dozens of times had it been thrown and tossed!). Well, seriously again, back to my Mom. I heard one time she said she had enough of my constant destruction and couldn’t figure out whether to keep me or give me away (although I knew she truly loves me because I saw her crying each time she gave me a smack). That is why I know very well that one serious word - SMACK!!! Often when I hear her say: “Where is my “smacker”? I tell you that it is serious and I have to be at my best, otherwise, I’ll definitely get it.
As days and months go by, I was starting to mellow down on a lot of things. Parallel to my transformation, my colour gradually changed, as well. From charcoal black, I became brindled brown and black (Mom loves it, she said I now have a little bit of Caca, gee, it really annoyed me, I’m starting to dislike that girl. And I hope she does not visit my Mom again…. ever!) Well, as my colour changed, so was my weight. Since Mom and I are getting on real (chummy-chummy), I noticed she had been giving me lots and lots of extra treats. Surprising, it was, but I didn’t mind. I loved it, in fact! I’m winning the game. On the last Friday of each month, the ice cream guy goes around our neighbourhood with his noisy colourful truck. I quite liked his funny looking truck, and of course, the man himself. I get excited whenever I hear “that” funny noise (bell). It means “fiesta time”! Mom specifically likes this homemade ice cream because the guy does different flavours in individual wraps. I so love ice cream. I had tasted most of the flavours except chocolate ones because my Mom says chocolate is not good for me. Aside from ice cream, I also enjoy “singles” cheese. (I wonder why some cheeses are “not married”). I wish my Mom could give me a taste of the married ones. However, I’m happy with those singles, though. Pasta is also one of my favourites. Whenever my Mom says, “here’s pasta”, I drop everything – even my constant companion (kong). Funny thing with her pasta, sometimes it varies in taste. She was telling somebody (I heard it!) that the only word I associate with anything slim and long (that includes noodles and spaghetti, of course) is “pasta”. Never mind. I love all of them - spaghetti or fried noodles. For me, they’re both pasta. I love Mom’s desserts, too, especially cakes. Too bad, I am not allowed to have them. Same thing, Mom says it’s not good for me. Although, most times she lets me taste a tiny bit of it (I know what to do: it is my top secret. I just have to look intently at her with those warm eyes … and it works). Next thing I know… I get to taste. Oh, I love my Mom. Isn’t she nice?
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