Monkey or Dog?

 Am I a Monkey or a Dog?  Why do I ...

Some days Mom really doesn't understand me.  She gave me a squeaky banana and expect me to behave like a Monkey? 

Or is it that I feel like I am a monkey myself?  I just can't help it because the squeaky sound certainly drives me absolutely crazy.  I love squeaky toys ... I love all toys as a matter of factly, particularly tennis balls!  Or balls of all sizes.  Who doesn't?  Give it to any canine, they will chew, bite, squeeze and even salivate on it till it all mashed up badly.

I know my Mom certainly can't ply open a big dog's mouth and yank out the ball.  

Neither does any canine owners!

  

Dad never does that too.

Anyhow, this week a very good friend of mine was relocated to Singapore ... Mr. Pretzel, The Maltese.  It was sad for me at least.  My childhood friends too!  Now Kaede and Ibuki, The Pembroke Welsh Corgi, are in Singapore; Pretzel, The Maltese is also in Singapore, left with Toffee The Pembroke Welsh Corgi who is living in Sai Kung. Hope he is not relocating too!

My little fragile heart won't be able to take it!  Especially when I already has nobody to play with!

Meanwhile I am left alone in the house mainly with scorching heat and hope cooler months comes soon!