Here’s a scene very common in our household:
His head looks up. Nose busy sniffing the air. Ah familiar smell!
Got up. Walk towards his prey.
And as he’s walking… a famous tune is ‘played’ in the background!
Deng deng deng deng deng deng deng…
JAWS that is my dog’s new nickname.
The one that sing the Jaws theme tune… ME!
The poor prey is my dad. Which also happened to be Mr. Banana Man. Haha
Chester, the banana lover!
Dad: It’s difficult not giving him the banana. He’ll keep staring at you.
Oh yeah he senses you like how a shark senses blood. He follows you like how a duckling would. He’ll stare at you with those I-didn’t-eat-for-a-MONTH pity eyes… until you surrender. I share my dad’s sentiment. For my case it’s the cake and cookies.
Me: Yo dad! Don’t give him banana everyday. Too sweet.
Dad: He’ll keep hounding me if I don’t give.
Me: Eat it behind close door! (hahaha)
This is me tempting Chester with banana. Since this has always been Mr. Banana Man’s job, Chester seems a little unsure.
I’ve come to a point calling Chester ‘Jaws Q’. LOL
I think it’s a pretty cool name. Kekekeke
Note: Q sounded almost like my surname hence Jaws Q.