Kai was begging his Mummy for a dog. He loves dogs. Every time he comes to London, we always go for walks with him and his mummy. He “desperately” wants one – he claimed.
He’s very much a boy – he’s very active, talks about godzilla and some other creature that we’ve never heard of. Like all boys, he jumps around a lot and calls my name incessantly. I would have jumped at any of those behaviours but he doesn’t bother me most of the time. But I do still tell him off at times when I am annoyed. His response is always “Oh, gawd!”
So the story goes – he’s been begging his mother to have a dog. His mother’s excuse is that they live in Dubai and it’s too hot for a dog. Seriously? 🙂 We think it’s a pretty lame reason. But Mummy was sympathetic and helped out her friend in this instance. Mummy explained to Kai the responsibilities that came with having a dog. He was adamant that he knows what is involved and that he will take care of the dog. And then the big question – who’s picking up the poo? He reluctantly said he would. So Mummy put him to the test!