DISCLAIMER: Before you read this story, let me clarify a few things.
1. If you make fun of my drawings, I will kill you. Or cry. Or both, who knows.
2. Again, keep in mind that I'm drawing these with my finger. On my phone. That takes SKILL.
3. The following story is almost completely true. Not completely though. It's sad if you can't tell. You'll understand what I mean in a second.
SO, according to my wonderful mother (a.k.a. Confucius), I have always wanted a puppy.
For sixteen years, I have wanted a puppy.
I never took a break. Ever. Or gave up hope.
I FINALLY got one!
It took sixteen years. It's sad, I know.
So in honor of the newest addition to the Han family, I decided to post a blog. Because these things are definitely priceless, right?.....
Anyways, I am now going to tell the story of my whole, puppy-wanting life... with 8 pictures. (Yes, I went back through the post after I finished and counted before posting the correct number here.)
AHEM.
Once upon a time, 16 years ago-ish,
In a far away country called Communist North Korea,
A woman was pregnant.... NO, she was NOT my mother.
I was actually born in Atlanta, GA -- so that woman has nothing to do with this story.
Continuing on:
There was ALSO another woman pregnant in the United States of America. Weird coincidence, huh?
This woman was my mother.
Presenting picture 1!
This is my mother. We call her "Mommy."
So, apparently, since I've ALWAYS begged for a puppy, I even begged her while I was inside of her.
Everyone knows that Korean babies actually speak English inside the womb. This is a given fact. Simple knowledge.
I'm surprised that my mother never had a heart attack from hearing me talk inside of her.
If her complaints are correct, I also asked for a dog as soon as I entered this world. I didn't cry, gasp for air, or look horribly disfigured -- I just wanted a gosh darn puppy.
My request was obviously shot down.
BUT SIXTEEN YEARS LATER...
YYYAAAYYY PUPPY!!!!!!!!!!
I drew a picture of her. Just for you.
Doesn't it look so realistic? ... NO, IT IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE A CAT -- OKAY?!
....FINE. Here's a "real" picture of her.
Born on: May 7, 2011
She's 8 weeks old. AWWWW. And a shih tzu and chihuahua mix, so she will forever be tiny.
My older sister, Pris, and I decided to name her. We ignored our little sister, Phoebe's, requests...
Her name is Name. Yes, it was originally my idea. However, it was Pris's idea to pronounce it "Nah-Mi." Leave it to her to be creative. Humpf.
And so, I got two amazing things: a puppy and pun. A punny puppy. A pun-i-ppy.
Last night, I got literally 3 hours of sleep thanks to this little ball of cuteness. I ended up letting her curl up with me. She kept waking me up so I could play for about 10 seconds, but then she would fall asleep again.
I gave up trying to fall back asleep around 4 A.M.
Around 8 A.M., she decided she was hungry. By repeatedly trying to eat my nose.
After giving her food, she actually went and did her "business" on a training pad.
I was so proud, but I probably looked like this.
Cute, huh?
But to HER, an 8 week old puppy,
I probably looked something like this:
NOTE: May I just take a moment to say that NO I DO NOT EAT DOGS, EVEN IF I AM ASIAN. Just sayin'. Yeah, don't lie. The only reason you laughed at the picture was because of the last part.
But in the end, I'm still running on 3 hours of sleep, and she's all peachy. So Name, here's to you. ... Even though you can't read. And yet again, my blog post is pointless.
