I got an email from my mom yesterday asking when I was going back home (after having been gone nearly a week) and when I responded, “I don’t know” I promptly got an email that read, “Um, I’d better call Shiao-Chen to give ‘Cash’ to Angela so we will all have freedom to be anywhere :).”

Shiao-Chen is my mom’s friend who has a friend who is giving away her apricot poodle because she supposedly can’t keep it anymore. Cash is the poodle’s name; and I have been teased about her upcoming arrival to our place for several months already. At first, we were supposed to get the dog around November, and then December, and then after Presidents Day. Supposedly, they’re flying back from Taiwan some time this month to bring Cash to the U.S. to us.

There has been some doubt about whether or not we should bother adopting Cash and I, desperately wanting a dog, have argued that a year in the U.S. is better than another year in Taiwan being somewhat neglected (the current caretakers have four kids and Cash’s brother). My parents argue that with us out and about all the time it’d be too difficult to own a dog and be able to travel. So, rather than saying she wants me to come home, my mom feels the need to taunt me about Cash.

As an adult, I’ve already been tricked by the notion of them getting another dog – my mom claimed when we cleaned her house, she’d get another dog. We did that, and then she sold the house. Sigh. Oh to be old and living at home begging for a dog like I’m a kid again.