The World without Sweepea

Once there was a little black puppy that was taken from his mommy by some kids and dropped at another unknown place. The little puppy was a happy guy so instead of finding the new place a scary big world he decided to make it his new playground.

His enthusiasm towards life and love towards other dogs and humans made him a famous little guy in this new area. Most humans loved him to bits. One such human named him Sweepea. He was also known my many other names like Oreo, Blacky, Chotoo, Raja and so on.

He was not a fussy eater, ate whatever was given to him like pedigree, chicken, mutton, dal rice, milk rice. Although, he did prefer a particular Pedigree food over the others. He would not touch the chicken n vegetable variety and his favorite flavor was meat and rice.

Every morning when the humans would walk their furry buddies, this tiny bundle of joy would run along in the big field and play with those dogs and their humans alike. There was never a day when Sweepea would not greet them with a big woofs, ear-to-ear smile and super fast swooshes of the tail. So it was rather out of the ordinary when yesterday the humans did not see this ever smiling big baby greeting them in the morning.

By evening they figured out that the boy was ill and needed immediate medical care. Some of these good humans took Sweepea to the clinic and after fighting with death the entire night young Sweepea took his last breath early morning today.

As one of Sweepea’s humans I have this gut wrenching feeling that I cannot get rid of. I am devastated.  I realized that the most painful and helpless feeling in the world is to see someone breathe his last in your arms but you cannot do jack shit to keep him alive.

I understand the basic concept of life that whosoever is born shall perish eventually. Though it will still hurt incredibly I can come to terms about someone who has lived their entire life and have died of natural causes. However this is the case of a 7 to 8 months old healthy puppy who dies consuming something poisonous. 

He was loved by many and everyone stood teary eyed at his burial and we bid him goodbye with a heavy heart.

Rest in Peace Dear Sweepea!!! You shall be missed.... 

Photo courtesy - Radhika Borkar

Life is messed up for Crazy dog people

Life is not a cake walk for most people; however, it is specially messed up for dog lovers. From a personal stand point, I face these issues on a regular basis

Neighborhood roadies cry at night, and I lose my sleep thinking are they hurt? What if they need medical attention? What if they are hungry? What if they are feeling cold (There goes my peace of mind straight outa window)…

Every time I see a hurt dog on the street, first thing I do automatically is curse the person who did this. If I were a witch with powers, I dunno how many people would have been cursed by me; but nothing happens (so I know I am not a witch with powers).

I am always broke at the end of the month as I spend more than half of my salary trying to feed my neighborhood and office building dogs. (No regrets there, only wishing that there was more money to spend on these cutie pies).

When any of my dog friend dies (of natural causes or otherwise), a piece of me dies as well. The actual feeling is that of someone trying to scoop my heart out with a spoon or something… (Bidding them farewell is the most difficult task… EVER!)

Anyone can die in a movie or a TV show and I don’t care; but if you abandon, hurt or kill the dog, I want to ‘Avada Kedavra’ my TV for letting that happen! Since it is established before that I am not a witch with powers, nothing happens to the TV, so the water works starts (like a dam breaking).

I am almost running outa names to give my roadside friends now. Names like Patchy Pacharelli, Lady Lola, Serious Sam, Bholi Rani, Lazy Bum, Kaloo Baba, Tubbs Babu, Granny, Dadu, Romeo, Brown Paper Package, Buddha Baba, Kali Baby, Spotty Kumari, Inspector Chulbul Pandey, Lado, Gangsta, Kalia, Chintoo, Lali and Tarzan… have all been given. 

(Now I think I will name them as Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Diana Prince, J’on Jones, Kara Danvers and so on)

What I am trying to say is even though it sucks sometimes on an epic level to be an ardent fan of dogs, I would not have it any other way; if I had to redo my entire life again, I’d still love these fur balls the same way (or more if possible)…

Note: The image is for representational purpose only;

Image courtesy - www.kolkatastreetdogs.in

A Hero at Heart

This is my building dog Yeda AKA Inspector Chulbul Pande… He is a sweet kid just like any other roadie and a big Hero at heart. He is a chilled lazy dude who likes finer things of life like food, sleep, play and heavy petting.  Chubby looking kid with big brown eyes is a sight for sore eyes when I return from work every evening. I always loved him but from today he is my all-time favorite action hero… Let me tell you WHY…

Just like any other morning, I take Ole Kumar out for his walkie session and as usual Inspector Pande also walks alongside. In our area we have a very aggressive dog that lives in the apartment opposite to ours. Everything happened so fast that it took me few seconds to realize and get a grip…. One moment Ole Kumar was pooping happily and Yeda baba was chilling and peeing in the nearby bush when this other dog came charging at me and Ole to bite us…. Out of nowhere, Yeda ran interference and tackled this huge canine... twice…  (He had broken his leash and had run away from his walker)…

Chester (aggressive dog’s name) still wanted to bite Ole but he could not as I was standing between them and brave Yeda was behind him, warning him not to charge…  After a struggle of few minutes, Chester’s walker managed to leash him again, and he was taken off the grounds.

It was a turbulent morning, as my Ole is a quiet and a submissive dog who does not like confrontation; but he was brave too. Between Yeda and Ole, poor Chester must have been three times…

 

Chester happens to be a very aggressive dog because of his not-so-nice owners and lack of exercise and human touch… Hopefully knocking some sense into the owner’s head (which we did today) would bring about a change in Chester’s lookout.

However, at the end of the day, I am very proud of Ole and of course Yeda (the coolest dude I know in the canine world…)