I am Ricecake

After a lot of unexpected turn of events that had just happened in my life lately, here’s another special someone who has come to join me in my journey.  Here’s a new series that is all about the ups and downs of Raising Enzo.

Meet Enzo Quarter, my new kid and best friend.  I just got him last Saturday and he’s less than 2 months old.  But for his size you’d probably mistake him for a 3 month old puppy.  His original family named him Quarter and I gave him the name Enzo.  I got his name from the narrator of one of my favorite books, The Art of Racing in the Rain, a very touching story about a dog Enzo and his love and loyalty to his master.  After I’ve read that book, I swore to myself that I will name my next dog Enzo.  He’s a mixed breed of shitzu, chihuahua, and japanese spitz I think.  I’m not so sure, gotta ask his mother again about that.

I make a lot of decisions.  Most are impulsive ones.  And getting Enzo was one of those.  Well, sort of.  I’ve always wanted to have my own puppy.  But honestly,  I haven’t really thought about the responsibility of raising one.  Not, until today.  It’s like suddenly I came to realize a lot of things.  Am I ready?  Am I capable of taking care of him?  How can I, if I can’t even take care of myself?  Lots of dumb things really.  It’s just that Enzo’s special to me.  He’s so cute and fluffy (I’m gonna die).  He’s so special that it scares me to death that I might mess this all up.

But as always, there’s also something inside of me that is urging me to do this.  I know I need to do this so that I will learn.  So that I can bring a little sense of responsibility in me.  Maybe I won’t be able to raise him alone.  Oh how I wish I could do this with someone special.  I’m not good at single parenting.  (Kudos to all single parents out there, I don’t know how you do it.)  But with the help of my family, we can raise Enzo into an awesome rockstar dog. \m/

So, Enzo… If ever someday you happen to be able to read this post, I want to let you know a few things:

I will do my best to take care of you.  We will all do.  We’ll make sure that you’ll feel that you are special and that you are loved.

Someday you’ll grow into an awesome, lovable, and cute dog that you will attract more women than I could possibly do.

At this very moment that I am writing this post, I feel so alone, but I look at you sleeping in that corner, you make me smile.  Thank you.

We feel so blessed that you are now part of our family.  Even if you poop and pee all over the place.

I am proud to be your dad and best friend.

and finally…

You’re so fluffy, I’m gonna die!!!

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Till my next post.  Wish me luck guys. :)