I got my own “Shakira.” ( Part 1 )

“I want a puppy! I want a buddy who follows me wherever I go, and be there whenever I want him to be, please Mom ?”

Have you ever said that stuffs to your parents when you wanted a puppy so bad? You started to do exactly what your parents said, from studying hard, getting good grades, doing all the housekeeping by yourself, all just so they would buy you your dream life companion, a cute fluffy puppy? Well, I did. ( Stupid boy )

I started begging my parents since I was, uhh 15? Since my neighbor introduced me to his new pet, a cute Tekkel puppy. I was like “Oh My God, why did God had to create such a cute thing like this?” After that, the begging process. I have been begging for a puppy for a long long time, since junior high school to senior high school, 5 freakin’ years! All just for a cute, fluffy puppy. I didn’t know back then that having a dog is freakin’ exhausting. It’s like having a rabies hyperactive baby running around the house and bite everything he see. At first, I thought having a puppy were like having a new family member, I can play with him, sleep together ( like in movies, throw away your TV, keep it out of children ), or even watch TV together.

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Well long story short, my parents had so many excuses, such as, the neighbor won’t like the barks, your brother is allergic to dogs, or dogs don’t like living in a small house ( DUH my dog is acting like the Kardashians ) After the struggle, convincing them that puppies are cute, and threatening to kill them *smirk*, they finally surrender and gave up. I was so happy, if there is a word that could express maximum level of happiness *insert here*.

So I began searching all about dogs, I didn’t know how to start searching for what kind of dogs I wanted, so here’s how my research began :

First I wanted a Corgi dogs, because, look at their short legs ( awwww ) but too pricey, and mom is like “No way! Money is my second husband!” ( Typical moms )

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Moving on to Siberian Husky, that Oh Masculine breeds are so OwhMhyGowhd, and imagine when you take your Husky for a walk, and the girls next doors will be like ” Hey Gorgeous.” but due to the high maintenance it needs, beside, “Furricane” inside the house isn’t a great idea.

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So, Hush Puppies, look at their body, so… distracting in a good way? I love Hush Puppies, and whenever I walked into Hush Puppies stores, I always see the advertising first ( awwww ) but I’m not a fan of their saliva, and no, I won’t flood my living room with their salivassss and turning into swimming pool. So move on.

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It took me 3 months just to search for the right dog, and miracle happened, “miracle”. I went to a mall, looking around at the pet shops, and there she is, my “I thought we were best buddies” puppy, a beagle. Beagles look like Hush Puppies, but no saliva. So, it’s like upgraded versions of Hush Puppies. Long story short *again*, I bought her. Funny thing is the shopkeeper gave her a name, Shakira. How lovely weird name right ( damn you fanatic ) I tried to change her name into something more “Acceptable” in social life, because it’s funny when I took her for a walk and called her name Shakira, both socially awkward and mentally awkward. So i changed her name into Kira, more stylish, Japanese-ish, and more acceptable. So yeah, I got my own Shakira, we hang out together, sleep together, and watch TV together as well, spread the word Shakira’s fans!

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” Yeah that’s my Shakira. “

To be continue…

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