The only fun thing when I had to go to tennis lesson at 6.30 am was when I spotted Amir from the corner of my neighbor house.
Amir was a brown short fluffy dog, who usually sleep around 3 meter radius of my neighbor house. He had such a cute face almost looked like a teddy bear, on dog version of course. I've been dealing with dog since I was a little kid, so I knew never played with dog stranger without permission. (or good instinct)
I hate tennis.
I got blister all over my palm, my arms sore, and my legs felt like made out of stone. The tennis court only 5 minutes by foot even tennis teacher able to waited in front of my house at 6.15 AM!!!
My mom didn't have time to make breakfast so she made me a sandwich. Which I hate too.
2 slice of breads with thick butter and little sugar in between didn't look too appealing at 6.30 am or any other time. Period.
So put the bread in the middle of sleepy street to drag Amir's attention. And I walked 30 meters away and hide behind a bushes. And he ate it!
So every time I put bread closer and closer to my house. Amir getting more and more comfortable and knew me too.
Until one day, tennis lesson was over. Just because my strategy of "pretending sleeping and didn't hear when my mom knocking at my door", seemed work finally.
Days passed by and I was enjoying myself waking up 9am in the morning.
And there he was, Amir, he was standing in front of my house. He was waiting for me doing the morning breakfast routine, I guess.
From that day, Amir never left my house. He was officially my dog.
And made all my female dogs pregnant.
(don't ask about my neighbor, I am sure my dad had to talk with them)
