Our family had not have a dog before. Naturally it was uncomfortable for us at first. I was finding it a distraction to have a dog following me all the time. But after observing this Maltese playing with my brother, I found him fascinating and fun. By the end of three weeks of living with Happy, we really like him a lot. He is such a cute, lovable and hyperactive dog!
However, my brother only knew how to play with him, but not responsible enough to take good care of him. Through the months, it ended up that my mum and I having to take turns to take care of Happy's needs, such as feeding, peeing and pooing. These became a household chore for us. It was bit challenging for us to get used to. We also have to walk and bathe him every week. But in return, Happy has brought us joy, laughter, fun and liveliness into our home, which previously was a void when my father passed away recently. Hence, the attention now was on Happy. In a way, Happy helped us to deviate from my grief and lift up our spirits.
Through these years, it was such a joy living with Happy. A year later, my brother got married and he moved out. But he did not bring Happy along with him to the new home. We were used to having Happy with us, so we did not mind. Rather, I felt he was not mature and responsible enough to handle Happy well yet. So I took this opportunity to undertake this arduous task of taking care of Happy. That's when my true relationship and friendship with Happy started.
Happy was a mischievous and lovely dog. The more I spent time with him, I understood him better and what he loved. He loved to go outdoors and play. Every time I brought him out for walks, he would dash out of the lift doors and starting to sniff and smell the grass, and pee. My mum would help to prepare his daily 2 meals.
