A Dog And Her Very Own Pet Human

Now she’s ten, we finally decided JD was old enough to have her own pet.

Proud JD with new pet

All those petitions and promises of proper care and walking finally wore us down. She simply wasn’t leaving Little Miss on my bed without an ear scratch or head stroke. We had to separate them during feeding times because otherwise Little Miss would feed her with her fingers, then dip said fingers in her bowl, thereby necessitating the contents of entire bowl be given to the dog. We were never sure which female was the true mastermind behind that maneuver. (One’s a border collie, the other’s a toddler, they’re pretty equally matched… Rockstar on the other hand? No match for either one!)

Note JD’s “Aww, shucks” Manja Face…

Well JD’s been around for awhile, hope she remembers A Pet Is A Lifelong Commitment…

Equally thoughtful expressions

And so here she is, proudly bringing her new Little Pet Human out for a walk…

“Oh Look, A White Hair. Lemme Get That For You”

“Here, Little Pet Human. A rock, for your entertainment pleasure.”

“Obviously in my lifetime I have not learned that Little Humans with rocks might not end that well for me.”

Come to think of it, why should we know there are other uses for rocks? Thought for the weekend…

Ps: With Kings gone the last couple weekends and pretty much every weekend this month, I was cabbing JD to our Peak walks on weekdays while Little Miss had her lunch at home… For a whopping HKD 200-ish cab fare and a mad rush back home in time for said helper to meet Rockstar at the school bus stop because except for once when I really couldn’t make it and had to enlist the help of another mummy friend as well (thank God for friends), the helper is not allowed out with Little Miss. (In fact even at home she has just a set few things we have practiced over and over re taking care of the baby – mostly involving feeding, brief play in ball pool or at Little Miss’ toy kitchen, and a bottle.)

So it’s kinda great I can now walk two girls with one stone.