Hooty and her doggy pals

Unlike Knatolee and The mad cat woman, we are not fortunate enough to be surrounded by animal love (sob sob). I’ve always had a dog and a cat while growing up and I am really saddened by the fact that poor H1 has not yet had the pleasure of a furry creature to love and hold (and squeeze, kiss and give belly rubs to…sigh). We can’t get a pet right now as we are hoping to go back to Sri Lanka soon and don’t want to put the poor fellow through all the quarantining and travelling in a plane business.

So poor Hooty has to be happy with her soft toy doggy pals, who, despite being stuffed with whatever they stuff soft toys with these days, have a heart and soul. They each have their very own personalities. Max is the clever one, while Rosy is a feminine and docile creature. Chooti (meaning the little one) is the latest addition (just 2 days old), so I am not too sure of what kind of creature she is. All three were named by Hooty herself by the way.



As you can see, poor Max, who is covered in band-aids, suffers along with Hooty whenever she gets a wound. (H1 and her wounds deserve a separate blog entry unto itself.) Rosy too joins the misery ones in awhile.





Yesterday, Hooty  having leant how to put on a hair band on her own, decided to treat her doggies to new hair styles.


I think getting me... I mean her, a pet will be one of the first things we’ll do ones we get back. I think I will try a little kitten first. If Hooty proves that she is responsible pet owner, we’ll get her a puppy as well (I can’t wait..I can’t wait…)