My house, the Pet Hell.
Parents hate animals.
Brothers love animals.
I’m in between.

I wanted a puppy.
Couldn’t remember the breed but it sounded something like Parmesan(Cheese, I know) and Permanganate(Chemical, I know).
Proposed the idea to Papa & Mama.
“CAN, find a dog that doesn’t shit. Then you can keep it.”
***Indirectly telling me proposal rejected la!..Where got dog don’t shit wan!..It’s their favourite pass-time activity! (SAD)..Brothers suggested that dead dogs don’t produce faeces. Who wants a dead dog!***

No animals that came in managed to leave alive.
For example.
I have smart brothers who bathed tortoise with soap.
You know what happen next.
Smart brothers also dropped tortoise in the toiletbowl by accident.
Then, smart sister (ME) suggested: “We flush, then find in longkang, ok?”
Little did she know that the plumbing wasn’t connected to longkang.

With good intentions,
Smart brothers fed street kitties chocolate and potato chips.
Kitties no more.
A tarantula was also placed in the freezer to determine the use of the fur on the body.
The concentration was later channeled to caramel ice-cream and TV.
Poor tarantula was collected the next morning and the legs were easily broke off.
Hahaha. Sadist me.

Back in primary school,
There was a hamster that my friends and I took turn to handle.
I was the last to handle it.
God knows where the hamster gained the strength to force open the lid and ran off.

Perhaps all that indicated that I should never get a pet.
Yet, I must persevere and continue on my quest for a shitless puppy.
I am growing up and can take care of animals.
***Yak Yak Yak***

I want a panda.
Speaking bout that…
I was at the park one day and out of nowhere came a panda…PANDA!
So miraculous know.. Hong Mao in Malaysia.
Then the panda barked.
WTF.. It was a panda-like chao chao.
Give me fake hope only.

This is irrelevant but must mention.
Don't name your child Virginia or Dick.
Thank you very much.


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