Back in Kindergarten, together with both my brothers, we wanted a dog but we never had a chance to have one.

At the beginning primary five, I got a one-year-old Jack Russel(I THINK) from my aunt who was about to give birth. Her name was Cocoa, she was a nice dog, one who is very active and she had a nice coat of fur. According to my aunt, she had won prizes in some magazines before. Unfortunately, I don't have images of her, I used to have them in my phone, but my phone back then was crap and it had long died. Plus, I don't have the cable to connect it to the computer.

Cocoa fell sick. She was sent to the pet hospital and stayed in there for days. I remember that fateful day when I entered the car after school (I was in the afternoon session), my dad told me she wasn't doing well. I cried. I reached the hospital. It was as if Cocoa was waiting for me. As soon as I came, she stood up, wagged her tail, moments later she started vommitting blood. She was put to sleep to end her pain.

I stood outside the hospital, my aunt asked me if I wanted to see Cocoa for one last time. I said no. I regretted it. I was too afraid to look at her. She vommited blood right in front of me. But she waited for me to visit her before she left. If only I did say yes, if only I saw her one last time. I could have told her I love her, even though we spent less than a year together.

At the end of primary five, my dad bought us a dog. This special dog means a lot to me. I chose her. I wanted a beagle. A lemon white and brown beagle. A female one. At the Pasir Ris Pet store [Pet Movers], there were only two of such puppies. I spent less than a minute to pick out my dearest dog. The reason? She was the thinner one. I only thought that I was going to fatten her up(but not overweight please).

I named her Cookie. Don't ask me why because I don't know. I only know she will get a name beginning with 'C'. Ta-da! A sudden burst of inspiration made me named her Cookie (while we were on the way home). So yup, I got her when she was only two months old, and today she turns 4.

Cookie means a lot to me. She is probably the only dog I have such huge affection for. She is a very lovable and cute. Unlike most dogs, she sleeps in the most awkward positions ever, with her four paws facing the sky. She isn't the most well-behaved dog and she has gotten into trouble numerous time before. But she never fails to make me laugh with all her silly actions. She is picky. She doesn't eat everything you give her so it took a while to persuade her to eat. When she starts eating, or when she's chewing her favourite toys, as long as you go near her, she will start growling at you. She loves playing with plastic bottles and is always steal stones from our neighbours home.

They say dogs are man's best friend. I do agree with it because Cookie never fails to put a smile on my face no matter how sad I was. I would spend hours sitting right next to her, ranting to her about everything and she would just patiently lie on my lap, occasionally getting up to lick my face. She brought me so much joy and laughter though I might have neglected her some times.

She means a lot to everyone in my family, even if we don't say so. I remember there was once this year, Cookie didn't look well. My grandma was so worried that she started crying. She was afraid. I never realised how much Cookie meant to her. I called my mum back home and we brought Cookie to the vet. Amazingly, as soon as she got into the car, she started being so excited and happy, she was so active at the vet that the vet couldn't see what was wrong with her. Perhaps she was just upset.

My dad said beagles are hunting dogs, there are nights when she will start barking non-stop and no matter how you try to pacify her, she will keep barking because she saw an animal. Ranging from toads, birds trapped between our plants or rats savaging for food at our backyard, she will keep barking until we do something about it. She barks and strangers, scaring the postman occasionally. In the late afternoon, she would go sit by the gate, under the hot sun looking far ahead. What is she looking for? My parents' car. She is awaiting them to come home. Whenever we reached home, she would excitedly get up and wag her tail, barking for you to pet her. If not, she will continue barking till you do so.

She is a very intelligent dog, she will always bark for her walks at about 6pm. However, if she sees that you're busy with something or you're having dinner, she will quietly wait at a corner until you are free. She would also not enter the areas she's not suppose to go to. She is afraid of us spraying water at her. Whenever she sees us taking the hose, she will run away immediately, but when you carry her to the basket to bathe her, she will stay still and let you finish bathing her. When we travel overseas, we would put Cookie at the Pet Hotel, it's really funny to see how she looks so sad when she was carried away, feeling as if we didn't want her anymore. When we finally brought her back, she was so happy.

I guess all pet owners will feel that their pet are the best in the world and yes I do feel that Cookie's the best dog in the world. She is just the way she is. So, Happy Fourth birthday, Cookie (:

Picture spam! Starting from the time we first got her :D


Thank you for all the fun.

P.S. this post is titled 'Monster in the house' because people always calls her Cookie monster (:
and yes, she's quite a destroyer sometimes.