I'm Bêtô

5

 Ni's father doesn't know a lot of things: for example, in we dog world, being stubborn and destructive is always sexier than pretending to be obedient.

 I can't explain why my favorite game is to gnaw everything that can be gnawed, to tear what can be torn.

 Whenever I see anything right next to the snout, I feel itchy.

 I hear people say "fatty meat next to the cat's mouth" (1 Vietnamese idiom, sounds strange right?). That sentence is probably true for those mediocre cats. Our dogs aren't like that. A lump of fat is not always as appealing to us as a book, a watch, or a shoe.

 You try gnawing on a shoe, chewing it again and again, shaking your head vigorously for it to bounce back and forth. It's infatuated. Compared to this wonderful feeling, sipping a steak is just a cheap hobby for common cats.

 A steak will go into your stomach in a flash, but a shoe or a book won't. It stays with you, playing with you until you are tired and it's messy with tooth marks or torn.