Since my sister moved back into my parents place, my parents were forced to accept what they refused to allow me to have, a dog. In this case, Dimple, the pure breed Maltese. She is the cutest thing in a hoodie besides me.
After observing how my parents are when the dog around, I've concluded they love the dog. My mother still tries to conceal her love for the dog by mentioning the waste and smell. It's absolutely hilarious how my mother tries to command Dimple to sit. And it's delightful to see my mother's genuine smile whenever she sees Dimple running with her tiny legs with her bell ringing and all.
This entire experience irritates me a bit since it proves a childhood dog would have been amazing! And I didn't even mention the cute decorations around the house!
