V.I.P. Spotlight

On October 1, 2012, this little pup was brought to life. Eight weeks later, she became a part of the household. Now two years later, I have come to realize that she was brought onto this earth for the sole reason to destroy me with her claws of destruction, teeth of chaos, and eyes of infinite cuteness. 

Allow me to formally introduce a Very Important Dog; her name is Tofu.

 A mix of two breeds, she has the look and the energy of a cocker spaniel; and the wits, the fur, and the legs of a small poodle. Quite a beautiful mix, I must say, though I do question her intellect some times. However, at the end of the day, she is my precious Tofu, and I can't help but let her take naps with me in my bed even after she spent the day at the dog park. 

Ever since I was a kid, I've always wanted a dog. They are cute, fluffy, and loyal. Nicknamed a man's best friend--in this case, a woman's best friend--, what more could I ask for in a (lifelong)friend? But my parents always said, "No. You can have one when you move out of the house." I stopped asking for a while because I knew their answer. I knew in my heart that one day, whether I'm 20 or 65, I was going to have a wag tail friend. For a period of time I started looking at more and more pictures of puppies and I read many articles that dogs can in many ways provide joy to people in unique ways. With all that ammo in hand, I was ready to face my parents again. Despite my sister's doubtfulness, I did all my research (which breed, found a safe breeder, price, cost of living, etc) and bravely approached my parents. 

I remember that day quite colorfully. Actually, just kidding. All I remember is their easy, no hesitation, "YES". Was I shocked? Of course! Which made me think there was something more to it than just a simple yes. Did I have to stop buying shoes for a year? Stop going out with friends for another? What was it? They had two conditions: a) It was my responsibility to clean up after her, play with her, and feed her, and b) they wanted me to be happy. No doubt I would be happy after that, and psh... cleaning her can't be that bad!

But I underestimated how bad her poop smelled, how much grim stuck to her after a roll in the dirt, how badly she hated taking baths, and much, much more. 

Nonetheless, she has kept me company through the thick and thin, almost as if she had human senses and emotions, and because of her I'm pretty healthy and quite happy. And if I say so myself, my parents dote on her fairly nicely, making her the new princess in town.

So here you have it... a VID, Miss Tofupoo.