Cookie Monster Part II

I have a little terror in the house. Small in size, but big in quirky habits and nonsensical traits.

This morning, after my Dad sent me to my work place, he went back home and found that the shoes under the chair by the main door was disarray, and there was a pile of havoc made by the little one.



Cookie pulled the floor mat and towels from all over the 1st level of the house and lumped them together in the living hall, and as if that wasn't already enough, he even brought 1 side of the backyard slipper and nestled it within the towels. In addition, he had his biting bone and tug toy in that pile of lumpy mess. The red mat is pretty heavy, so I really wonder how he managed to drag it for such a distance!

He is such a terror, our little terror. =)

Hello Cookie.

Although Cookie caused me this, and although I really didn't like him for a while after that, I somewhat reconciled with him. He is still cautious and weary of me after the whole "barking episode" we had with each other, so time is essence for us now.

I must admit that he really is quite cute when he isn't being an ass.

When Things Are Down.

Because Cookie ran loose from his leash, my Dad gave chase. Because I was ahead of them and Cookie was running my way, I tried to block Cookie, failed, and gave chase. Because I was wearing slippers, I tripped over them, and sent myself flying forward, onto the asphalt.

Damages were not light, not at all.


Left elbow.


Left hip.
And if you think the wounds are bad enough, you're wrong. The pain that shot right through me wasn't the physical pain, but the pain that was felt deep within my heart.



Now tell me, which hurts more? FML.

Cookie Monster.

Today, we adopted Cookie. No, not a biscuit, but a dog, a Chihuahua to be exact.



Don't question me on the colour of his clothes. Must be the kids of the previous owner who dressed him up so gay-ly prettily.