I'll admit I have quite a big space in my heart for big dogs and that's because...well, they're absolutely adorable. I'm smitten by the way they wag their tails and how they jump around and treat you with such loyalty. It's like having a family member who will constantly be there to sprinkle you with sunshine and joy.

So ever since I was a kid, I've asked every parent's most awaited question, "Can I have a puppy?" My mom chose to handle things in the orthodox fashion. "Next year," she told me for the past eight years. I sort of gave up asking after I reached high school, but every now and then I would facetiously mention the thought of getting a dog without getting my hopes too high. It was just a little nudge to see if anything's changed. Nope, it didn't.

My dad, like me, has always wanted a puppy since he was a kid. He always wanted a loyal companion to fill his lonely and hardship-ridden childhood with love and compassion. My mom, on the other hand, did have a dog. Her father was able to catch it and hide it before authorities could catch it for a worse intention in mind. It stayed by my mom's side throughout her adolescence, watching her like a mother. However, it still got caught by Chinese authorities who then slaughtered it immediately afterward. That was the cruel and unforgiving times of China that no one should ever go through.

I've resolved that if I won't get a puppy now due to lack of space and time, I'll patiently wait for the future to come where I'm more comfortably situated and maybe by then, I'll have my first loyal furry companion.