Well well..here I sit down penning down..something..nethn..just have to..need to..wad else can you do wen ur down on bed 24*7 and u aint even allowed to even get outta house or do nethn dat u so feel like doin…
Watched a few movies..watched tv..tried bouncing the stress ball of the wall catchn it…stared at the wall ,the tube light,the ceiling fan…read some stry books…old ones agn n agn…phew m bored..think writing something wil just help get outta the boredom…
Afterall wad to write..memories make best words rt..
And the most important thing dats in my life is my baby boy..ahh nt literally but no less..its my li’l black 8month old Labrador pup back in my flat at delhi,perhaps happily chewing upon wadeva he finds n feels like having on the menu 2nyt…
Actually I wudnt even have been sitting dis idle n writing all dese stuff had I been in delhi wid my baby boy…two big eyes with ears drooping on the sides,one amazingly cute puppy face ..glistenin white teeth with his yellow ball in his mouth..looking at me with keen request to play with him..occasionally rubbing it on my hands or on my feet so as to tell me..”plz plz plz play wid me …I love playing fetch..throw the ball m gonna fetch it…m bored”
N how on earth cn u be rude enuf to refuse to dat???u gotta just yield to his wishes..dont you..so do i..snatch the yellow rubber ball off his mouth and throw it n off he shoots after it to get it..but he’s one dumb dog…if the ball just goes under the almirah or the washing machine..he’ll try his best in every gymnastic position possible to get it out..wid his teeth,his claws..n dn wen he cant..he’ll just stare at it..n dn u ..dn bark n dn start crying..whining…he’ll literally make u get off ur cozy couch n go get him his ball..one dog he so is..haha..bt dat sure relieves one of all the stresses in d world..dat sweet innocent face of this pitch black apparition..
But dats not happening now..now dat m dwn wid jaundice wid some stupid hepatitis-a icing dat piece of cake..my flat mates in delhi just deported me home ..n m so stuck here.crappy food n complete bedrest till I get bettr and my stupid liver gets d strength to digest everything once agn.
And hell I miss smokey..miss him a lot..
So even tho I created this blog about four months ago am putting in my first post today..actually had created the blog to penn down everyday happenings between me and smokey wen I frst gt him home..bt dat neva happened as I gt too busy keepin an eye on him and trying to spoil his evil plans..
20th april 2010..was watching a film named hachikko..a nice film about a Japanese akita dog starring Richard gere..and fel in love with it.fel in love with the dog..wad ensued was my obsession with dogs growing bigger and insaner..haha..
Even with my frnds and others completely rejecting my idea of getting a pup saying dat its insane to get one and manage one being still a student in college and managing it in the tiny single room of our hostel..i kept searching for one..called up breeders met a few..had kindoff made up my mind on getting a black Labrador pup that I alwez wanted as the first of my 4dogs..
So having been to a few breeders place and played with a few lab pups,I got this angel home…
22nd april 2010…
Now I aint some working professional..i don’t have any fancy ac car to get him in..all I cud get him in was a hired auto caged in a small pink carry basket with a lid on top..well,first time having seen cars and all that traffic and the april heat of delhi..dis creature of just 27days wud constantly wish to come out of the basket..feel the gushing breeze..look at the surrounding cars…
Finally 2 hours later,evading the delhi traffic and makin way thru it we did reach our hostel and my baby first came to my room…sure he was hungry and I made cerelac for him…d smell of food so made him whine in his shrill sharp voice..pleading us to let him eat...bt poor soul had to wait til the cerelac cooled down enuf for him to eat..and once permitted,the bowl was empty n shiny clean in minutes..bt this creature swelled up.so much so he cudnt evn move…haha..with his tiny stomach ballooned up he lay on the floor looking here and der trying to figure out a way to move.crying for help...adorable..
Back at the dog farm I played with smokey’s dad spice for quite sometime while the papers and all for adopting smokey were being made..so my hand did have his smell and dats wad smokey recognized me by the frst day till he recognized me by my voice..and dat was quiet some task..twas like a new born child coming home from the hospital for the frst time,looking here and der trying to know and figure out where he is..a friend of mine stayed to take care of him n put him to sleep while I went to buy some stuff for him..and when I returned back to the hostel.. I was horror struck…it was one such ill-fated day that der was a power failure.and the poor pup got so afraid in the dark..and the terrible heat..poor soul cudnt sleep till my friend took him out in her arms out onto the balcony in the breeze and he dozed of..only to hear my voice enterin the room and wake up again..n here I realized my plight for the frst few days..smokey bonded with me coz of his dad’s smell of my hand and coz I fed him and he recognized my voice..so d moment I spoke,he’d wake up and cum up to me…phew…I had to stay widout talking wen he’s sleepin..haha.some task for me..
And dis son of a bitch would not sleep inside his basket..kepy whining and whining till I tuk him out n pt him to sleep beside me on my bed..
T’was some sight to be seen wen he slept…small and tiny like a mouse with eyes pressed tightly close and a big round nose..
But soon next day morning he had to learn dat dad has to go to college and he had to stay alone for sometime..
Not dat I wanted ne bit to leave him alone for a single moment..bt had to..fed him in the morn and then made a small play space for him in one corner of the room before I left..smokey kept looking at me tryng to understand why I was doin such animated stuff..and wen I was about to leave the room having loved him and kissed him goodbye,he kept staring at me..with an amazingly adorable puppy face as if to say..”I wasn’t a bad boy.i dint do nething wrong..y r u leaving me alone..plzz don’t.”
Wel well..after just four hours wen I retrned to feed him again..mr.smokey was angry on me for having left him alone.he made it clr dat he wnt be talkin to me,and dat was my punishment for the heinous crime I commited..he sat facing the wall and wud not respond to my calls..some anger he had..
A week and smokey started responding to his name..not dat he’s too intelligent..t’was coz I used to call him by his name before giving him his food everytime..a common house training technique for dogs I assume..but dis black furry animal did use his brain in inventing something..a natural ac for himself..in d summer heat of april,humans sure get fried up in delhi..leave aside dis poor creature with black fur all over him..so he found it cosy to snuggle up between the bottles n sleep pressing against em..now that the bottles don’t get warm soon I used to keep a bucket of water in my room with the bottles immersed in it..mr.smokey after having his food wud sqeeze in between the wall and the bucket,however tiny space may be between them and sleep.u make him a comfy bed,he will just move off it and sleep on the cool floor cuddling up to his best frnd.the bucket of water..until he grew big enuf to realize he cn use his paws to claw out the water off his drinking bowl on himself to cool him up n spill on floor and sleep on it..small kid sure started using his brains.
Dat was then…now when I look at him sometimes..absentmindedly just as a passing glace at him drafting on the comp..and catch him resting his head on his paws and as if through some telepathetic impulse or something lift up his head and look up at me,noddin his head towards one side and wondering do I need something from him…speaks for the bond we share..
He’s just 8 months old..bt we sure have walked a long way together..shared a lot of events on our path to grow up..endured a lot of emotions,stresses,happiness,madness…and smokey sure has endured a lot of my loving molestation..hah
As I pick up the ball and ask him to fetch..i remember my joy wen I first made him do it..when he was just two and a half weeks old..and I went telling everybody dat my dog’s so smart,and probably d youngest dog to do a proper fetch..tho t’was just his greed for the treat biscuits.. lol
And then I had to leave him..keep him with a senior of my college at his apartment which I share now as I had to go home for my hols..hah..smokey would silently sit and observe me pack everything up and wrap up stuff as I had to vacate the hostel room for the hols..and then two days before I had to leave for home..i took smokey for his 2nd round of vaccinations..and I got him his first collar too..coming to this new apartment and finding new people.smokey was a bit scared..he kept tryng to recognize people.make new friends,and dat habit still persists..when he meets any new person at the door or rather greets any new person at the door,he just jumps up and raises his paw as if asking.””hi there..havent seen you before..neva mind,wanna do fraindship with me??””haha..
I stayed with him a day to get him accustomed to this new house make him comfortable here before I left for home..and trust me missed him every day frm home..just wanted to return back to my baby boy.and about 18days later I did..
19th june 2010..what jumped at me to greet me at the door was a big black cuddly handsome dude..he sure had grown up..and what ensued..is umm..censored stuff..hah..with loadsa licking and kissing and greeting me back saying how much he missed me.
He kind off taken to this new place.with a big balcony and spacious rooms.he loved it here and so did I..
Well with me back to take full care of him with nothing else on my agenda for few days,we sure made up for the 2 weeks lost with each other..and smokey being fed four times a day sure gained up on a li’l lost weight during his growth period.
