Seeing the world through my Dog's eyes

 Quite a queer topic to write a blog about, isn’t it? That’s what most people are going to think about reading the title of the blog. Keeping aside all these thoughts, I still want the world to know about my dog.

Well, to begin with, I am an ardent animal lover, a cynophile to be more precise. I love to be around them whenever and wherever I can . So I thought why not put my feelings to words. As the saying goes “A dog is the only thing on Earth that loves you more than he loves himself” and I can vouch for that. Without wasting any more time, let’s meet Sammy, our protagonist.

It was a dark cold night. It was raining cats and dogs that night. Hey, I don’t mean my species was falling off the cloud. Hope you get the idiom . ;) All I was looking for was a place to take shelter. I was scared and tired after roaming the streets with no food. No one was there on the road. Then after 30 minutes I saw that an apartment gate was open. I breathed a sigh of relief to have finally found a place where I could spend the night. I managed to reach the second floor and was shivering because of the cold .I slept on the verandah thinking how nice it would be if I get some food to eat now. As I was in my slumber, I heard light footsteps. I woke up to see if there is danger around. But it was my human(well she is my human now). She tiptoed towards me and started patting my head. Her hands felt warm and it felt good. After a while she went in and came back with 3 chappatis. Thank God , now my stomach stopped growling. I went to deep sleep soon after.

The next morning, I woke up to the sight of my human.  There were 2 other people along with her, looking at me. Later I realized, they were my human’s parents. They seemed lovely so I decided to stay with them and make them my family. And it is from there, my story started.

My family consisted of four. My human had a brother . He was terrified of me. It seems like he had a rough history with my kind. Later I got to know that he was once bitten by a relative of mine and hence the fear of dogs. I took it up as a challenge. I had to help him in letting go of this fear. So I started playing my cards one by one and finally he fell for it. I bet none can escape from the power of the puppy eyes. Duh!! Soon he became a friend of mine as well. I used to wait for him to come back from office so that he could give me treatos and pats. Parle-G was my favourite.

Days went by, I felt like I finally found my forever home.  Mum used to give me food first before anybody else. Rice- sambar was my favorite. My dad was the one who used to get me treatos from shop. He seemed tough but I loved him. My human was nice too but sometimes she used to annoy me by calling my name .She won’t let me sleep in peace. Bro used to work hard but I waited for his pats .My life was amazing. I used to eat , sleep and repeat. Humans must be jealous of my life. Well ,my humans worked hard to give me a good life.

It was a clear bright autumn day, a Sunday. I was roaming in my pavement. I saw him and it was love at first sight for us. His name was Rockie. I went on 2-3 dates with him, before bringing him home to meet my fam. I was scared to take him home .My human was easy to convince, she falls for every other dog. I was concerned about my mum. But thankfully everyone accepted him and soon we started living together at our “Home Sweet Home@2^nd floor”.   

With the passage of time , life had become peaceful. I loved my family. Everything seemed serene. We grew old and on the day of May20, 2018 ,I breathed my last. I would miss them a lot and I hoped that Rockie would take care of them on my behalf. I lived my best possible life and I had no regrets.

 

That was the story of my lovely Sammy. I still miss her. I would like to conclude this blog by saying “When in despair, sit with a dog.  Your problems won’t bug you anymore.”