At my age (33, for those keeping track), I am no longer a believer in love at first sight. But that notion flew out the window the moment I met a small, trembling Pomeranian puppy with the most beguiling eyes. When I was told that he was the clumsiest in his litter, I was sold – after all, who could be clumsier than this scribe?
Being a typical Chinaman, I decided to call him Chai Chai. The moniker means son (in the Cantonese dialect) as well as wealth (in Hokkien).
