I have two babies up for adoption: One is a giant, spotted beagle with golden eyes and the other is a wolf with a pink glittery collar. My husband won them in carnival games.
Rain, the wolf, was ‘rescued’ from a claw machine at Global Village. Summer, on the other hand, was a trophy my husband got after shooting a basketball in just one try at Motiongate Dubai. We’re not into stuffed toys, really, but how can you not bring home a reminder of one lucky day?
These two furballs have been permanently seated at our dining table for several weeks now. They see all the meals we eat together as a family. They welcome us home after a long day at work and keep me company whenever I have to write this column late at night.
In July, they even donned party hats as guests to mum’s birthday dinner. They always look like they just finished having tea after gossiping about our choice of music and Netflix shows. Who knows, they could be starting their own Toy Story gang with our peace lilies, rubber plant and bamboo money tree over here?
But then, I know they are not supposed to be seated there forever. Shouldn’t they be in bed, comforting a toddler who was jolted awake by a nightmare? Or the first best friends of a four-year-old who never runs out of stories about school? They could also be the giant villains that the Avengers will be fighting next. To a child, Rain and Summer could be anything.
Back in college, I organised a donation drive where we collected pre-loved toys, from puzzles and musical boxes to doctor sets and mini kitchens. We gift-wrapped each of them and then played Santa in the neighbourhoods around our campus.
I won’t ever forget how the kids’ innocent faces lit up when we gave them their presents, big and small. They will definitely be more than happy to adopt my furry duo.
Here in Dubai, however, it’s quite hard to find a kid who needs some cheering up. Our friends’ children have already outgrown their toys and are now into musical instruments.
Most youngsters I see at parks and malls look happy and content, so I’m not sure if my wards would mean anything to them. Plus, in this age of screens and gadgets, how can two inanimate balls of fluff compete?
Perhaps, I shouldn’t be looking for children. There could be lonely hearts out there needing some warm, non-judgmental hugs, especially with the winter weather coming. I swear I can see Rain and Summer nodding right now.
Send me an e-mail if you have any questions and if you’re interested in giving this duo their fur-ever home. I might donate them to charity soon.