A love-hate relationship

When I was 10, Dodo was 1. When she was 10, I was 19.

Those were the growing up years for both of us and I believe teenage angst played a huge part in our relationship then. I wasn’t even particularly fond of her! She would try to nip at my ankles while I would try to hit her with newspapers. No one won. I was nipped while she was hit. But all in all, she was still a friend then.

Growing up was not easy but she made it better as a friend who was always there for a fight which she would not remember in 10 minutes time. Well, those were the days. I grew up and she grew old. Things mellowed between us but we still played rough. Yes, I would twist her ears and yes, I would pull her tail as well. No one did that to her at home and I was the special one. THE sparring partner when she needed to feel she belonged to the wild. It was indeed an incredible journey and the most out of the world love-hate relationship.

Thank you, my friend.

Min Min