Of dreams

I would rather eat up all the dog biscuits for life than wake up difficult people. I understand it because as a kid I would love to drop off my pet dog from mount everest every time I heard him barking in the morning. My dragon is impossible. It is only safe to wake her from a distance, like Portugal.

I always try to rouse my daughter with an exciting thought so that she just pops up and ready to go. I usually kiss her and say something like, "I dreamed about being trapped in the hotel room, locked from the outside and there's a lot of zombies around ..."

She'll screamed...

Actually, I don't say that, but I do try to get her brain active. "Hey, I dreamed about your mommy kidnapped by the ultraman.."

She'll say," Didn't you try to save mommy?"

Then I know I've got her.. "Well, but ultraman will not let me take mom back.. anyway, daddy can save a lot of money if mom is not around.. mom eats like godzilla"

And she'll say, "But you got to save mommy.. you are the godzilla... mommy is princess Barbie"

Now, I am standing in her doorway without a shirt on, teasing, "Yeah right, well, I am going to work now and I'll give ultraman a phone call later..."

"You can't go to work like this"

"Why not? I am late"

"You can't go to work like that because people can see your belly"

We both laugh and she's up.

Parenthood.. pets

Dragon keeps a pet dog at her parent's house. Its a little Shi Tzu doggy whom they called Wolfie. Doesn't look like a wolf at all to me. Dragon sometimes called it Alaz, and me her doggy boy. Wolfie has no guts, and once it almost had a stroke when I jumped on him from behind. I honestly feel sorry for doing that..

"How about a treat?" I asked.

Wofie wags his tail excitedly and runs towards the back kitchen door, where we keep his dog bones. Wolfie loves those dog bone biscuits that come in six different colours and favours. I like them too, particularly the yellow ones. I know this because once when my daughter was there, we were fooling around and I told her I could eat a dog bone biscuit. She didn't believe me, so I bit off a hunk, chewed and swallowed. Her eyes lit up, she grinned, then flipped out and started crying. So I did the only thing I could do: I licked the tears from her face, nuzzled up against her and everything was fine.. except that now she thinks wolfie is her half brother.