Doggie and I...

Love towards animals is nothing new... Cats,rats,horses,all kinds of birds... they have always been a fellow's pal.But, to me, the most delightful of all creatures is the dog..

Dogs are faithful, dogs are cute. But, bitch is a bad word and your ex is definitely and mostly a dog! What is it with these ironies?

Look at the pro's, people....
a. They are cute and sweet
b. They are faithful till the end
c. They are cute and sweet
d. They are faithful till the end..
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z. Does anything else actually matter? :)

You come back from work or school or someplace... only to find a certain somebody who has missed you and has no qualms about wagging a tail or barking around like a lunatic or biting his little tail and going around himself in circles, to tell the world about it.. You throw things away and he brings them back to you.... could be a ball or a frizz-bee or sometimes, even a broken heart ( licked back to healing, courtesy- doggie love) :)
You don't eat and he goes on a diet too. You are not around and he is waiting at the doorstep for you. There is something so unique about a dog- whether it be a pet, house-trained dog or a stray one running around your hostels- they stay and somehow stick to your hearts, if you let them. Only few things can make you feel at home- Mum's cooking, a hug from someone you love and a dog... ( Your list may be different! But, there is always place to accommodate doggie love in it! Believe me.. :) )

Just a couple of my favourite dog stories...

There was this dog we had at home. A cross between a Doberman and a Boxer... jet black with unusually long ears, brown innocent eyes and a really small tail! :) We had him since he was a baby. He was a great watch-dog and great company. We had vaccinated him totally, but sometimes when things go wrong, they just go wrong. There is no right to them. He got rabid or something like that. We have no idea from where or what. But, his vet believed that it was something of that kind, which ran in the my dog's dog family. Do you know what they say about terminally ill patients? That they know they won't stick around too long? Well, for my little furred friend, it went a step further. Probably in some corner of his doggie head, he intuitively knew that he was a danger to all humans around him, including us, his family. He ran away that night. Never saw him again. A couple of months later, they found a dead dog in an old well. Everybody said it was him. I did not have the strength to go and look. I still look around for him, sometimes..

When I was in college, we used to literally burn the mid-night oil in the college reading rooms and libraries. And our constant companions throughout that time, were our 3 cute puppies... stray dogs, actually... they played with us and sat by us all night. The three were so distinct, it was so difficult to believe that they were brothers. We used to call them... Amar, Akbar and Anthony....( after the blockbuster Bollywood movie! ) One other dog had self-appointed himself as my very own personal bodyguard. He used to run either a few steps ahead of me or trail a few meters behind me right from the hostel gate to my room. At first, it was frightening, sprinkled with a bit of annoyance. Later, it became a habit.They were around till all of our exams finished. But somewhere between going home after the papers and returning back after the results, we lost them. They were our exam angels... :)

But, no, they were not perfect. One of them even bit a friend of mine and she had to get all those shots in the hospital. But, then, what is perfection? .......

To all the doggies I have known and those whom I will get to know, on some later date and hour..... You rock! I wish humans were more like you! :)