pet owners all over the world have one thing in common. they can brag about their 'Lil cutie,pwetty baby coochi poo' pet for eternity (if given a chance) irrespective of whether or not the listener....is actually listening. I know this and yet I choose to belong to the above mentioned asinine population of humans.
Right from the time I first learned to speak as a baby, I began asking... OK i think the appropriate term would be BEGGING, my parents to 'gift me a brother or a sister for my birthday!!' (in time however I became aware of the phenomenon of the birds & the bees ,and accordingly rephrased my plea to a plain 'Produce one for me?') It was dreadful being the only child, to be given no choice but to have conversations with my orange teddy bear, to have to play 'teacher teacher' with my imaginary friend 'Suresh' and tie rakhis for cousins I met once year. It was PAINFUL. Nothing happened though, my parents didn't want to risk bringing another Me into this world. So, hence, therefore, as a result of which we brought home A dog.
A tiny little fawn fur ball , roughly 3 weeks old. He was simply gorgeous!! So small and excited. He kept tripping over his own pink paws while getting lost in the gigantic-ness of the curtains in our hou
se. Well, one might think that the tantrum-ous girl was now going to be happy forever. Sorry boss! as always, there had to be a catch right? Father wouldn't let me name him......which is why we have had to call my dog Vikram for nearly 9 years now.
That hardly matters though, what matters is that bringing him home was the best decision our family has ever made, I haven't begged for siblings since. He's our watchdog,salesmen shoo-er!, vacuum cleaner, lean mean licking machine, morning alarm, playful 'lil brother and of course my dad's midnight television buddy. He's a bit of everything, he can be dumb( still not grasped the fetch! concept) and yet sharp enough to learn to tell time, memorize all names and routines without being taught.
Sounds very cliche but I honestly feel like there is no better therapist than a dog licking the tears off your face (is it the salt though?). He never interrupts or withdraws eye contact while I'm talking , although occasionally he tends to burp when I pause for his response.
What is totally beyond me is how these animals can be so loving and forgiving when we least deserve it.
which is why....He the Man.Always.
Right from the time I first learned to speak as a baby, I began asking... OK i think the appropriate term would be BEGGING, my parents to 'gift me a brother or a sister for my birthday!!' (in time however I became aware of the phenomenon of the birds & the bees ,and accordingly rephrased my plea to a plain 'Produce one for me?') It was dreadful being the only child, to be given no choice but to have conversations with my orange teddy bear, to have to play 'teacher teacher' with my imaginary friend 'Suresh' and tie rakhis for cousins I met once year. It was PAINFUL. Nothing happened though, my parents didn't want to risk bringing another Me into this world. So, hence, therefore, as a result of which we brought home A dog.
A tiny little fawn fur ball , roughly 3 weeks old. He was simply gorgeous!! So small and excited. He kept tripping over his own pink paws while getting lost in the gigantic-ness of the curtains in our hou
se. Well, one might think that the tantrum-ous girl was now going to be happy forever. Sorry boss! as always, there had to be a catch right? Father wouldn't let me name him......which is why we have had to call my dog Vikram for nearly 9 years now.That hardly matters though, what matters is that bringing him home was the best decision our family has ever made, I haven't begged for siblings since. He's our watchdog,salesmen shoo-er!, vacuum cleaner, lean mean licking machine, morning alarm, playful 'lil brother and of course my dad's midnight television buddy. He's a bit of everything, he can be dumb( still not grasped the fetch! concept) and yet sharp enough to learn to tell time, memorize all names and routines without being taught.
Sounds very cliche but I honestly feel like there is no better therapist than a dog licking the tears off your face (is it the salt though?). He never interrupts or withdraws eye contact while I'm talking , although occasionally he tends to burp when I pause for his response.
What is totally beyond me is how these animals can be so loving and forgiving when we least deserve it.
which is why....He the Man.Always.
1 comment:
Simply awesome!! You wrote as it is what it has to be n directly from the heart. :-)
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