From July to Cookie
Right now am staring at my paw buddy, Cookie who’s curled up on my couch oblivious to how loud he is snoring.My 9-year-old self would never have anticipated this, having a dog or for instance any animal as a pet. Not because I hate them, I love pets especially dogs. Growing up around a neighbourhood where pets and socialising were nonexistent I used to cherish every moment I would get to spent time with July. And this is going to be about her. My cousin’s adorable Indian Spiltz July was a rather introverted dog and I had to go to great lengths to get her to play with me. I sound desperate because I was, but then why wouldn’t I want one of my own? Because I only loved the idea of having them or playing with them but wasn’t simply ready to accept the responsibilities that came with owning a pet. I knew that very well, each time my cousin took July to bath or feed her or train her with all the patience in the world. I used to think,” I could never do that”.