In the last one month, I've been thinking hard and I've been thinking long. Even as I smsed my friend, Gwen, about adopting the lost dog she found, I wonder if I am doing the right thing. For everyone concerned.

In the week following my sms to Gwen, I thought through my decision to bring home a dog. It was a huge responsibility for me. Especially since I have a full time job. Yet I knew what I was in for. I grew up with dogs and loved each intensely.

I had Whisky, a mixed breed, and now Mimi girl, a minature pinscher who lives in JB with my brother and father. I miss her very much. I remember her looks of mischief and her looks of innocence. The troubles she created and the love and loyalty she gave us all.

L to R: Me, Mimi and My Grandmother

Just as I knew someday I'll settle down and have a family, I knew with equal certainty that, that picture wouldn't be complete without a dog sprawled at my feet or there to greet me when I'm home from work.

Before when I started working and living in Singapore alone, I always longed someday - once I had a house to call my own and some stability in my life - to own a dog again.

Now I have both. I now own a place that I don't intend to leave anytime soon. And this place is my very own to call home.

I like to think of it as a perfect little sanctuary in a perfect location near to everything I need, my work and play. I spent months scouring for things and information that will help me make the home perfect. From carpets, to plants, to hooks.... to remote control holders... I enjoyed myself tremendously.

So it was only natural that once I got the joint right, it made sense that I bring home a little, four-legged roommate to tear it all apart again.