Bibi was no ordinary dog. From the moment he was born, there was something special about him. His golden fur gleamed under the sunlight like fine silk, and his sparkling eyes held a mischievous intelligence that charmed everyone he met. But none loved him more than Uncle Phong, who treated Bibi not just like a pet, but like true royalty.
Uncle Phong wasn’t Bibi’s real uncle, of course, but that didn’t matter. In the big, bustling house where Bibi lived, everyone called Phong “Uncle” out of affection and respect. He had been part of the family for as long as anyone could remember, and his gentle hands and kind heart made him the perfect caretaker for the most luxurious dog in town.
Every morning, Bibi’s day began with a royal routine. As the first rays of sunshine peeked through the curtains, Uncle Phong would softly knock on the door and tiptoe into Bibi’s lavish bedroom. Yes—Bibi had his own room, complete with a velvet dog bed embroidered with his initials in gold thread, and shelves lined with his favorite toys.
“Good morning, Your Highness,” Uncle Phong would say with a smile, bowing dramatically.
Bibi, still curled in his bed, would stretch out his paws like a little king greeting his loyal servant. Then he’d bounce up, tail wagging, ready for the first treat of the day: a specially prepared breakfast fit for a prince. Uncle Phong would wheel in a small cart covered with a silver dome. Underneath would be freshly cooked chicken breast, diced carrots, and handpicked blueberries. Only the best for Bibi.
After breakfast, it was time for grooming. Uncle Phong would carry Bibi in his arms—no walking necessary for royalty—into the sunroom where a custom spa setup waited. There, he brushed Bibi’s coat with the softest bristle brushes, combed through his golden fur until it shone even brighter, and massaged his paws with nourishing coconut oil. Bibi would lie on his back, eyes half-closed, clearly enjoying every second.
Sometimes, Uncle Phong would even hum a little tune while working, and Bibi would wag his tail in rhythm. It was a daily ritual of love, one that left Bibi looking like he had just stepped off the pages of a luxury dog magazine.
But Uncle Phong’s care didn’t stop there. After grooming, he would plan Bibi’s daily adventures with the precision of a royal advisor. Some days they went for leisurely strolls through the flower gardens, where Bibi would sniff every bloom like he was choosing decorations for his palace. Other days, Uncle Phong would arrange private playdates with Bibi’s best friends—only the most polite and well-mannered dogs, of course.
On sunny afternoons, Bibi would be chauffeured in a tiny, custom-designed car just for him, driven by Uncle Phong himself. Bibi sat in a cushioned seat wearing stylish sunglasses, looking every bit like a celebrity. Passersby would stop, gasp, and pull out their phones to snap photos, but Bibi never minded. After all, a prince had to be gracious with his subjects.
Rainy days were just as special. Uncle Phong would set up a grand indoor playground complete with tunnels, cushions, and squeaky toys. Sometimes he even arranged scavenger hunts, hiding treats behind furniture and under rugs, leading Bibi on a royal treasure hunt that left him happily exhausted.
In the evenings, Bibi would enjoy a gourmet dinner while Uncle Phong sat nearby reading aloud. He would choose books about great kings, wise rulers, and famous adventurers, as if teaching Bibi the noble ways of the world. And after dinner, there would be cuddle time—something Bibi cherished most of all. Uncle Phong would sit in the giant armchair, and Bibi would jump into his lap, curling up like a warm, fluffy ball. Together, they would drift into a light nap, heart to heart, soul to soul.
Special occasions were even grander. On Bibi’s birthday, Uncle Phong organized an elaborate party with colorful decorations, a three-tiered cake made of Bibi’s favorite meats, and gifts wrapped in shiny paper. There were personalized games, festive music, and a guest list so exclusive that not even the neighbor’s cat was allowed unless she behaved like royalty too.
When Bibi fell ill one winter, Uncle Phong’s dedication only grew stronger. He stayed by Bibi’s side day and night, preparing warm chicken broth, singing soft lullabies, and even learning special massage techniques to help Bibi recover faster. Every vet who visited commented on how loved and cared for Bibi was—and it was all thanks to Uncle Phong’s unwavering devotion.
As Bibi grew older, his steps slowed and his naps grew longer. But Uncle Phong adapted without hesitation. He bought soft ramps to help Bibi climb onto beds and sofas, switched to even gentler foods, and spent extra hours simply sitting with Bibi under the old oak tree in the backyard. They watched the sunsets together, sharing a deep, quiet bond that words couldn’t express.
To the outside world, it might have looked a little extravagant. After all, Bibi had gold-threaded collars, a wardrobe of silk outfits for special occasions, and a lifestyle more lavish than most humans could dream of. But to Uncle Phong, Bibi was not just a dog. He was family. He was his little prince.
And to Bibi, Uncle Phong wasn’t just a caretaker. He was everything—his loyal subject, his protector, his best friend.
In the end, it wasn’t the luxuries that made Bibi’s life so special. It was the endless love, the thoughtful care, and the deep respect Uncle Phong showed every single day. Luxurious Bibi lived like a prince not because of his riches, but because he was surrounded by the purest, most selfless affection a creature could ever know.
And if you ever passed by Uncle Phong’s house and caught a glimpse of a golden dog lounging regally on a velvet cushion, with a devoted man by his side, you would know: some princes don’t need crowns. They just need love.
