This is my dog, Sue Yung.
She is guilty of many offenses. The most recent one being that, last night, whilst I was asleep, with the bedroom door wide open and mere steps away from where Rashieme was still awake playing video games in the living room, Sue Yung sternly approached my bed and "Arfed," in the discreet but serious way that meant I had better get up in the middle of the night before she peed in my bedroom.
She is going on to be nine years old in the near future. She was my first child, in a way, because in the brilliance of the third trimester of my pregnancy, I decided it was the perfect time to add a furry friend to our family. That didn't work out so well. Sue Yung ended up staying with my mother for several years, but now, Rashieme and I have been awarded sole custody.
Mainly because she has a bad habit of lazily standing or laying exactly where she shouldn't, which isn't exactly convenient in Mom and Mommom's househould, primarily because Mommom now uses a walker which Sue Yung has been known to attack from time to time. The snarling and snapping usually occurs when the walker intrudes on her personal standing or snoozing space, which, again, is always in a convenient location, such as in the middle of a narrow hallway, or blocking the only bathroom door, or perhaps directly in front of the stove or refrigerator at meal time.
Sue Yung is a Lhasa Apso Shitzu mix.
Rashieme claims she is "A Dog."
Sue Yung was named by Rashieme after the female character who gets kidnapped in the Rush Hour movies. I don't know why, but sometimes I do wish Sue Yung would get kidnapped.
So we are a very diverse family. Rashieme is African-American, I am white, our daughter is bi-racial, and, apparently, our dog is Chinese.
We also own a smaller dog, Diva, who is, in a word, Terrified.
She is the sweetest, most timid, eager-to-please creature I have ever met. She is spoiled rotten and well-trained.
But she walks around with a perpetual look of Terror on her face.
Also, as pictured below, she was involved in a torrid romance with Kasey, and it seemed not to matter to either of them that both are girls and Kasey is, in fact, a cat.
Luckily, Kaliah is the most compassionate, animal-loving, constantly pet-tending child there could ever be. She still wants to be a veterinarian or an animal rescuer when she grows up (though I'm hoping, eventually, she'll move more towards, you know, doctor. Or lawyer.).
Of course, her manners of tending and attention sometimes result in the animals flocking to Rashieme and I to be rescued from her loving care... but her intentions are good, I assure you.
So here's to the household pets that love us, adore us, amuse us, and befriend us. Who on the frigid days of winter cuddle up to warm us. Who on the dog days of summer lie inspiringly motionless, sprawled out across the living room floor.
They are sparkles of light in my life, though I'm not a particularly passionate pet owner. I enjoy those quiet moments of contentment sitting with or coddling my furry friends, infrequent as they may be. I recognize the difference they make in my household, and am happy that I can provide them with a home in which they are adored by my daughter.
And slightly more than tolerated by me.