Fur Ball of Love
A being came out from under the couch with bulging black eyes, an outline of pursed lips, a small stuffy nose in the middle of her face surrounded by small whiskers and a combination of black, brown and white fur. She would have looked like a stuffed animal if she didn’t yawn and move her head from side to side. All the animal lovers in the universe such as my Father totally fall for her. If only they knew the hidden menace of her fur.
An imaginary tiara is placed on her head to symbolize her status in the house. She look almost like royalty if she didn’t have to walk on four legs nor scratch her ears with her white paw.
The creature's name is Princess, the little Shih Tzu living in our kingdom. A petite beauty of an animal captured the King’s heart (Father’s heart), making her superior above all the pets (and humans except for the Queen). She rules in every room of the house and has every right to tear up any pillow she desires. My sister and I are just commoners compared with the likes of her. Every possible favor a daughter can wish for has been given to her by the King. Each corner of the house is rightfully hers and hers alone.
On the other hand, the Queen aka Mom does not approve of the little Princess’ behavior. I laugh at the thought of my Mom dressed as the evil stepmother with a background of smoke and Princess as the four legged Cinderella (too bad we don’t have any cinders). The King loves Princess dearly like she’s his own blood. Sometimes my younger sister and I exaggerate into thinking we’re the evil stepsisters. We even tell Father, we’ll cook the little Shih Tzu when we have the chance or make some random evil plot for her. Of course that’s just a joke. The King will die without his source of joy and laughter. Ironically, we all love the furry little Princess with her tiny bark and cute puppy eyes. The King is kind to animals and my sister and I follow after him.
“I love her, it’s just her fur that’s a big problem,” says the Queen. My sister has a mild case of asthma and it worsens with the presence of the four legged creature. I don’t have asthma but I sneeze whenever Princess is around. I never really want to get rid of her because I love dogs too. I think the problem is we didn’t foresee the impact of having such a very furry animal, the effect of it especially on my sister’s health.
Princess is also a biting Princess. She bit my sister not once, twice nor trice but more than a dozen of times. The King does not punish the four legged canine although he does comfort my sister. How can Princess go to trial? Surely, the King won’t let that happen to his dearest, beloved pet.
Her Highness also has dust mites living all over her soft long coat. Dust mites are like her microscopic followers. Those dust mites are the real deal because they bite my skin. I'm the worst victim and they never fail to cause itch to any part of my exposed skin. She's literally a four legged bitch with a cult of dust mites ready to follow her commands. I'd be hanged if the King hears my language!
The Queen thinks that the only solution for all these problems is for us to wait for the inevitable, to wait until the Princess enters endless sleep (with no man-made interventions, of course ;-] ). The King will surely grieve but he’ll recover in due time. It is to our advantage that Princess does not want to bear puppies of her own. I even planned to name Princess’ daughter and son as Empress and Dutch but I lost interest when I knew that Princess is stubborn and won’t give in to any mate. The Queen marvels at the thought of not having to deal with fur balls in the future. This is pretty much the story of Princess’ fairytale life. So we watch the Princess do her dog stuff while we secretly wait for THE DAY when fur balls become history. [Evil laughter]
*Any grammar corrections will be largley appreciated. THANKS.*