This is Yoyo a Jack Russel Terrier. It's a SHE. I got her when I was primary 4. Initially my parents were really against the whole idea of having a pet. Their reasons were the common ones (Pet food, Needs attention, Dog poop etc) However, one day when my sister and I dragged them to a pet shop to look at puppies, the whole family instantly fell in love with Yoyo. She was tiny then, really really tiny. The size of two palms. Now, she's a fat blob the size of two arm length! :D
When we brought Yoyo home, we were all still deciding what to name her. Taking into consideration that we had a madarin speaking granny at home (who wanted to name Yoyo 小花) we decided Yoyo would be the best for any language to pronouce. Initially it was difficult to get Yoyo to settle into the family, but we got used to that.
There were many occasions in which Yoyo tried to run away. There was once we left the main gate open, and Yoyo ran out the back gate into the private housing estates. We thought we'd lost her for good. My sister was bawling her eyes out. I went out and continued searching, thank god Yoyo ran back and I was able to catch her! Another occasion was at night, she squeezed through the gates and ran away in the middle of the night, it was raining that night. My dad woke up at 2am in the morning feeling uneasy, so he went down to get a cup of water, but heard scratching sounds on the main door, he opened it and saw a very wet Yoyo sitting on the front porch. Amazing huh? The connection between the dog and it's owner.
Dogs are incredibly sensitive creatures. Whenever I feel down or sad, Yoyo would always come to my side and lie next to me, or next to my legs, begging for attention I think. Her adorableness never fails to cheer me up, her cheer up whimpers make me feel so much better.
There were many occasions in which Yoyo tried to run away. There was once we left the main gate open, and Yoyo ran out the back gate into the private housing estates. We thought we'd lost her for good. My sister was bawling her eyes out. I went out and continued searching, thank god Yoyo ran back and I was able to catch her! Another occasion was at night, she squeezed through the gates and ran away in the middle of the night, it was raining that night. My dad woke up at 2am in the morning feeling uneasy, so he went down to get a cup of water, but heard scratching sounds on the main door, he opened it and saw a very wet Yoyo sitting on the front porch. Amazing huh? The connection between the dog and it's owner.
Dogs are incredibly sensitive creatures. Whenever I feel down or sad, Yoyo would always come to my side and lie next to me, or next to my legs, begging for attention I think. Her adorableness never fails to cheer me up, her cheer up whimpers make me feel so much better.
My dog has really adorable habits. Like, everytime when it rains, and thunder sounds are heard, Yoyo would always run upstairs (she's not allowed to) and hide in one of the shelves. She always thinks the thunder's out to get her I think. Might be cause of the night she ran away incident. Haha. Another adorable habit is that everytime we get her on the car, she would stick her head out of the window with her mouth open to let the wind blow into her face. She can barely open her eyes, but that's just the way she likes it I guess. Also at dinner time, my dog always knows the right tree to bark on. Either me or my dad. Cause she knows it's always dad or me that gives her scraps of food from the dinner table.
Today, Yoyo's 6 years old. In dog life, she's 42 years old already! The average life span of a dog is 10-15 years. I can't imagine how heart broken I would be if Yoyo died. She's always there for me, even if I'm never there for her. I sincerely appreciate her for that. I really love Yoyo. It's amazing how there's this special connection between men and dogs. They truly are a man's best friend (:
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