doggie chronicles
I was desperate …for a dog… In all readiness I would have stolen a puppy from any unpretentious dog owner. And then I got my own.
My dog is my life. It really is. After a hard day’s work, it is another joy to come home and be greeted by wet, slurrrrrpy licks or to be pushed with such force that you fall just because the pushing thing is this 2 feet dog and he is overjoyed to see you.
The comfort of his presence is extraordinary especially at night. I belong to that category of people who freak out with the slightest noise even if it is leaves rustling outside the window. His favourite place to rest is next to my feet with them usually being his pillow. And mind you, it is me who has to do all the shifting to make place for him on the bed, in the night. But somehow I do not mind it. I hate to sleep with anyone around in the radius of 5mts around me and yet I make exceptions for him. Having him around makes me trust that particularly uncanny sense that all dogs possess, that of smelling evil from a distance. I suppose that if there is anything supernatural, he will howl his guts out and then jump in my lap if he gets too scared. Either way it will be a warning for me to begin screaming my prayers.
We love to have our meals together. Not from the same plate!! But around each other. He is a greedy bastard if you ask me. He will have his food and then sit right next to me and watch every morsel going in my mouth. What worse is his drooling. Its not dribble; its……imagine a roll of wet cotton, wet from saliva; you put it in some one’s mouth and keep biting it every now and then.,…… that.
He loves to play fetch….which dog doesn’t? He will bring bottles, tennis balls, socks, ribbons and threads, even cell phones (usually mine). And he just would no let go….. You have to either entice him with something to eat or jus pry his mouth open. He loves to run, particularly if I am running either in front of him or behind him. And it is treacherous either way. For if I am in front of him then he ends up biting and snapping at my jeans and if I am behind him, well that’s another story. I am not a fast runner, never have been and if you are asking me to chase a fine month old puppy, well you are asking too much out of me. He makes sure that he runs extra fast, takes the more difficult terrains to cross and eludes me JUST the moment I am about to catch him.
Perhaps, the most adorable thing about him is his conduct right after I wake up. More often than not, it is the dog that wakes up the master and whines till he is not taken out for a jog. In our case, he tables are slightly turned. I have to push him out of the bed; I have to keep calling him out while I stand near the door and wait that he gets inspired to pick his lazy ass and move. But NO, he won’t budge. He will stretch and get up and just when I am most hopeful, he will select the most comfortable position to sleep in and doze off. I wonder at times who takes whom out for a walk.
