My First Daughter

This post is about my other daughter, Ting. She's such a doll, as everyone who has met her knows. She's very mild tempered, almost never barks, is able to walk off leash, and loves to bask in the sun like a cat. One quirky thing about her, though, is that she is easily scared. Until now she's always been forced to brave the scary city streets during walks. It was especially dangerous in the dark when she would need to be on high alert for killer garbage bags or when the wind was blowing around those deadly pieces of newspaper! She is quite happy now that she lives in the suburbs, though she still manages to find things to be afraid of. Most of the time we have no idea what spooks her on our walks. The latest threat she is staring down is a new set of metal dog bowls. Very scary stuff here! When she eats out of them, her collar knocks agains them and the noise makes her jump! Sad and cute at the same time. This morning when I was putting her food in her dish, she was actually shaking! I'm hoping she'll get over it. Otherwise, does anyone want a new set of dog bowls?