One Week

It's one week since the first day I laid my eyes on little Cary. She was so cute then, and she seems so harmless. I thought that this would be an obedient little dog.

That WAS what I thought.

She started biting on every single thing that she could find on the first night.

1. Our four pairs of slippers are either full of holes or damaged beyond repair by now.
   
2. My shoe rack has been redesigned according to her likings.
3. My plant (the purple coloured one) has silently left this world.
4. All the little stones in my house has been tainted by her saliva at one point or another.

Her latest obsession is the cardboards which my dad has been collecting to use. Now, it has become her toy.

She's a naughty and resilient not-so-little fella. She won't take beating and tugging the collar as a "no" to her misbehaviour. The consequence of this was a puncture on my hand, caused by an accident between the two of us. Since then I have been having a little phobia towards her, and my dad had to do all the feeding and cleaning up for her. Sighz.

Don't be fooled by those puppy eyes

Why must she be so naughty?