Someone suggested to me the other day that I get another canine friend for company.
And please, she said,
make sure its the size of at least 4 Nickies ok? 
That's because 3 years ago, when I still used to walk Nicole our Cavalier King Charles Spaniel around our old estate, the Condo's security guards would take one look at me with this small pooch on a bright red leash and laugh at us. I mean it was not loud, mocking guffaws. More like incredulous giggles at the sight of the resident big-sized
Ah Beng taking his little dainty princess for a stroll. Think Yao Ming with Tinkerbell. Get the picture?
For goodness sake get a Husky sir!, the guards would suggest (still giggling).
Much better for your size lah, they would usually end off by saying. And perhaps alluding to the fact that I had the makings of a big, shaggy dog.
No thanks lah, I would retort jokingly,
I'm still happy with this little one. Promptly picking up daddy's pretty girl to plant 3 more kisses on her petite, mask-like mien. That invariably shut them up with a smile.
I miss both my dogs.
Sometimes I wonder if its more of a fear that one day, when I see them again, their love for me will not be unconditional anymore. And that they won't both come running to me like a couple of smelly, possessed furballs, licking every inch of my body in wild abandon. Perhaps Nicole will be too shy to scamper over. And I would have to bribe her to come with some cheese or maybe a durian.
The thought of being forgotten is painful and scary. More so when human beings are thrown into the mix.
But one thing's for sure, I am not ready for that big, shaggy dog yet.
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