going home
Home is where my poodle is. Timi Boy will be jumping up and down as soon as he sniffs me three meters away, jump on my lap and lick my face as if he has not seen me for a hundred years, but at the end of the day, he doesn’t stay with me anymore. Or I don’t stay with him anymore. His lifetime job now is guarding my 10-year old niece, and he gets plenty of hugs and sometimes baby talk in the children’s house.
The waiters in my favorite cafe ask about him, and my friends too. But Timi has had enough of a lawyer’s life, who spent most of her last two years writing two books and going to court, where he could not go. When any court will allow our favorite companion pets to observe how humans “fight” (they talk, talk, talk), Timi Boy will be there first. He helped me write two books and go through hard times by just being there, beside my feet, and when I have spent too many hours sitting, he would poke me at the back of my knee with his wet nose, and it is time for a walk. It’s a good thing he could not read human words, because I forgot to put him in the “acknowledgments.” But Timi Boy, my buddy, friend, you’re the greatest!
To view Timi’s picture, go to gallery, click “pets.”
