So I purchased a puppy from a breeder in mid-April and brought her home after my parents swore that we will NEVER raise a dog in their house (we told them that we were babysitting Mochi for a friend).
Forward to a couple months later a.k.a. right now, the topic of “who is Mochi’s real owner?!” is a topic we ALL avoid at our house because my parents (especially Mother) LOVES her to death. Thank god because now my sister and I don’t ever have to bring up the truth (that we all know, but don’t speak about). Of course, my extremely smart and observant grandmother was the first one to say to me, “you bought that dog didn’t you?” and then she asked me why didn’t I get a cuter dog!!! So I accused her of calling Mochi ugly (she was just kidding of course)! Her idea of a cute puppy is probably a white or light-colored puppy and probably a Shitz Zhu or something. But I wanted a black puppy because I know most girls would probably want a white one and I don’t like being “most girls.”
But my Momo is still soo cute! She’s grown from about 1.5lbs to 4lbs, her eyes are no longer blue though and these were pics before she got a hair cut (she looks all ruffled in the third one because she was rolling around). Sorry, pics are blurry because my camera is broken.
Her hobbies include:
- still peeing on the ground (right beside her pee-box, not in it)…
- …and then running away to hide under the couch everytime we catch her
- playing with Elmo
- being spoiled
- begging for food
- barking at big dogs
- sleeping at the top of the couch
My biggest fear is her getting fat (like a dog I know)! My mom keeps on giving her food and treats but thankfully she jogs with my dad everyday. Poor thing.
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Mochi training is coming along great! She already does her business in her pee-pad which we’ll probably move outside soon. She whimpers and stares at us with her huge, sad-looking eyes after we stop playing with her and put her back in her kennel but quickly stops and plays to her toys instead. She’s crazy, curious and adventurous. She’s tiny but after a couple of tries, she found out that she can jump on top of her crate so she can attempt a mischievous escape from her metal fence. Too bad that she made that successful attempt in front of us!
She lied to us all these years and told us they were allergic (just like how they promised to take us to Disneyland when I was 5, 7, 8, and 10 but I didn’t get to go until I was 14). 
