Ah boy wanted a real puppy but got a stuffed beaded toy dog instead… so sad. He usually “throw” soft toys into my room saying that the lonely soft toy needed more friends… but surprisingly he likes this dog very much.
I returned home late one night (or should I say, very early… perhaps close to 2am). Didn’t switch on the living room light (as usual)… suddenly saw something on the sofa. Blinked my eyes and looked carefully… huh, a dog!?! (Not that I’m scared of dogs… but I’m extremely shocked to find one in my house… how come I was not informed?) My mind’s processing speed was really slow (it’s sometimes like that beyond normal sleeping time) to realize that my mum would never allow any fluffy or furry pets inside the house. Cheh! Realized after the split moment of surprise that it’s only a stuffed toy dog.
I disturb ah boy when he’s busy working on his assignments. The dog is actually quite cute right? But Xian said it looked like… ermm… some sort of RA photo (tsk tsk tsk… dirty minded… it’s “Xian & His Nonsense” again...).