It was the second day of the chinese new year, and as per tradition, we went back to my wife’s family at Menglembu. The first place we visited in Menglembu is my wife’s uncle (MIL’s brother) home. I’m a bit hesitated when entering the house as they owned two hyperactive dogs. I’m not sure whether they bites, but they loved running towards you, licking you here and there. When I was young, I lived in a kampung (village) area, where dogs are pretty common. You can see them littering around wherever you went. Hence, I was never afraid of dogs, in fact fancy to have them as a companion. The reason for my hesitation is because of Kenji. I’m worried whether he would be tormented with two hyperactive dogs coming to him.
Anyway, we entered the house, and as usual the dogs run to us. I tried to hold Kenji tightly, but my boy looks very amazed by the dogs and even struggle to get down from my arms. I contemplated for a while, and let him down, while watching closely on him and the dogs. The smaller grey dog come to him first, and can you guess what my son did?
He gave a kick to the little dog when the dog tried to approach him. He squealed in delight while the dog squirmed in shock and try to run away from him. He even want to give the poor little dog a chase, but I stopped him. It all happened in a split of seconds, and I’m still refusing to believe what has just happened.
Being a friendly dog, the grey little dog came to him, but this round she is bringing along her bigger companion. They sat down beside Kenji, looking at him. My boy was amazed and happy with the dogs sitting with him, touched the dog and try to beat their head again. I stepped in and slowly teach him to caress their head. It is time to teach him how to love the small animals around him. He continued to play with the dogs for a while, until he get bored again, and give the dog a slap at its face again. The frustrated again squirmed in agony and gave a knock at his face with its mouth. This is where my brave little boy started to cry.
I carried him up and tried to pacify him. He stopped crying after a while and struggle to come down again to play with the dogs. And the cycle begins again…I think my boy inherited my genes. My wife, on the other hand, is very afraid of dogs. She will instantly grab my hand and hide behind me whenever she saw one. My brother’s son who is 2 year older than him is equally afraid of dog as my wife. Anyway, I believe cultivating love for animals in their growing up years in important. I’d continue to let him explore naturally and instill the love of animals and nature to him.
I love the below picture I saw from facebook today. A dog may be man’s best friend, but a child’s best friend is a puppy!