You know how it is like, that you always wish for something since you're young but you never get it, the frustration and desperation, and through time you have almost given up hope, especially when you got a new job that requires you to fly all around and you clearly know you wouldn't have time for it. So you learn to self soothe, watching movies about it, going around the park seeing someone with it and being jealous, and keep telling yourself someday you will realize it but you know you never will.
Christmas came early for me, of course there's no white snow flakes, and the unbearable coldness, but a gift from Santa, not underneath the Christmas tree but at the front car porch, a white and black dotted Pitbull waiting for me. I name it 'Sky' to remind me of him everytime I'm up in the air.
I'm deeply grateful to my uncle for being a kind Santa this year, of course the original intention was to have the Pitbull placed at my mom's store as a watchdog, but for me is fine as it is the perfect arrangement since I'm not being able to take care of him all the time.
So everyone I would like you to meet Sky~ 3 months old, freaking 10 kilos, afraid of crossing the drain and a near fanatic towards my mom's broom.