milky

so i've tried my hand at keeping a dog. for two hours, perhaps?

the three-month-old silky terrier was a present for kent's 21st.

i got home and saw kent and dad busy cleaning up the mess she created in the kitchen. mum was her silent, fuming self. milky was cowering under the dining table and poked her head out of curiosity to look at me. she stank so i quickly gave her a wash and dried her up.

it can't stay still for a minute, yelps and barks alot, and loves gnawing on my fingers. nonetheless, she had me at hello. sad to say, evil mum was dead insistent on kicking milky out and we couldn't keep her. to be honest, none of us has the time to take care of her and mum would be stuck with all the dirty work. luckily, kent found a friend who would take milky and she was all too soon taken away in a cab.

:(((

at least she found a good home. milky, i hope the short transit at our place will become a fleeting memory and know that you are a cute pup meant to be cherished, not passed from home to home.