Memoirs of a Mischa

I'm One!

It's good to be one year old! (...that is 7 human years) My mom and dad are very proud of me! They greeted me all day and hugged and kissed me. They gave me a lot of my favorite treats! I know I've learned a lot since I came home to my parents. I know how to keep quiet and avoid unnecessary barking (unlike Diego!hmp!), I know when I have to go down from the bed and I can be trusted to roam around without a leash (again, unlike Diego!). I've taught Diego a few tricks too, like what to do when our parents get home, how to beg for food (hehe, this is bad!), how to wake them up in the morning, how to climb the stairs (that was hard and took too long!), and I grew to love having my hair fixed! I just couldn't stand it when I was younger! Anyway, my parents were supposed to throw a big birthday bash for me but times are hard and i heard my dad say "i'll make it up next time, you don't know it's your birthday anyway.." What is he talking about?

I'm home

It was December 16, 2005. I remember my dad bringing me home from Kamuning. I was meant to be a surprise gift for my mom. Dad knows she'll be really happy to have me. But he had to bring me to the office first. When i was there, everyone stopped work and gathered round. They cuddled, kissed, and carried me all around! some even took pictures! Dad wasn't able to work, but he was so proud of me. Next thing i remember, dad was hiding me in the empty room, distracting my mom of sorts. I just lay in my bed quiet. I guess my mom foiled the surprise (she said my dad's not any good at it) but she was sooo very happy and excited to see me. I felt awkward at first and after a while i was running and running around the house. It was a nice place. My mom is the happiest woman i've ever seen, and my dad, the kindest.