About Me

This is I.

 

Yes, I am a dog, a pug dog. My dad named me after the famous painting Mona Lisa by Da Vinci. I had a brother; his name was after Da Vinci’s first name. We called him Leo. Leo left us for another world about two years ago.

I miss Leo. I miss the time we played together, slept together and pooped together. Sometimes when I am alone at home or when my parents ignore my existence, I miss him more.

My mom sometimes notices my sadness and will pet me on my head or body telling me I am a sweet dog. She often imagines that I will suddenly turn into a princess, because their love to me can finally break the witch’s curse. But (sigh) I know it will not happen in this lifetime of mine.

Dad hopes I will reincarnate into a higher being, because I am a very good dog.

Good dog? I think the definitions are perceived differently between dogs and human beings. I know my position – a little financially and emotionally dependent pet. I am a good dog according to human beings.

I am obedient to my dad and mom. I control my pee and poop. I do not do it on the floor or at home. I do not bark for any reason (actually I do not bark at all). I stay calm for most things. I do not bother them when they are busy.

When I want attention, I will sit in front of either of them, looking into them with eyes full of hope, waiting. They will sometimes talk to me, pet me and give me a treat. Sometimes, they do nothing. I will walk away.

Dad and Mom love each other. Even in my presence, they show affection to each other from time to time. They talk together, draw together, cook together, eat together, play games together, use computers together, poop together and sleep together.

They are wonderful parents. I love them. They love me.

*  Mona *