I have a confession. Despite being lifelong supporters of animal rescue shelters, we got Babeng from a shop. We joke this is the reason she’s an idiot and does weird stuff with her poop, but deep down it bothers us, especially me.
However, we have always believed that each one of our kids chose us and not we them and it was the same with Babs. There were other cute dogs (including pugs!) in the pet shop along the years we’ve patronised the place but never has one quite completely stole our hearts (and our sanity) the way she did. That day we first looked at her our arms full of cat paraphernalia, she jumped, did cartwheels and grinned. She didn’t do it for other customers (and yes we checked and spied 
). We left her there though and gave ourselves a week to cool down and forget her. No such luck. We were goners.
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Babeng, there have been many nights when I was on my hands and knees scraping poop off the tiles that I wished I didn’t plunk down cold hard cash for you, but when you sit and smile up at me, the poop smells less awful and the manicures and pedicures I gave up for you …… well, I miss them just a little bit less 
Love, mama.
