How I Met My Mumma 🐾

Hola, frens! It’s me, Coca! I wanna tell you the story of how my hooman, Mumma, came all the way to Argentina—and how we found each other! One sunny day, Mumma got on a big noisy bird (you hoomans call it a plane, right?). She came to a place with mountains, empanadas, and very good belly rubs—aka my home! I was just a happy pup, runnin’ around, sniffin’ everythin’, and chasin’ squirrels (those speedy lil’ fuzzballs always win!).

Then—BOOM! There she was. Mumma smiled at me, and I knew right then my tail would never stop waggin’. She gave the best cuddles, talked to me in funny English words, and shared snacks (don’t tell the vet 🐶). Soon I had my very own spot under her desk, where I snoozed while she worked. Every now and then, I’d nudge her leg to remind her it was cuddle o’clock. We climbed sooo many stairs (Mumma said it was “good exercise,” but I think she huffed more than I did 😆), and we went to the plaza to chase pigeons—so many pigeons! When she said she had to go back to her far-away home, I looked at her with my biggest puppy eyes and said, “Take me, Mumma!” Maybe I didn’t say it, but she heard me with her heart. 💛

And that’s how our adventure began—me and my Mumma, from Argentina to the world, tail wags and love forever! ✈️💕so